"Kill!"

"Kill them!"

"Brothers, let me kill..."

Zhang Chu stood in the middle of the battlefield, guarding Huo Hongye's body.

The chaotic sound of horse hooves mixed with roars and the sound of metal and iron striking his ears, as if this was the only main theme in the world.

It is shocking, and the light and shadow are rapid.

But he could clearly hear his breathing.

But he could see clearly the appearance of every soldier in Zhenbei who was swinging his sword before him.

He couldn't say anything at all...

At this moment, he only felt like a ghost.

Wandering aimlessly on earth.

No one saw him.

He is also out of place with the world.

On the village wall.

Several generals who could not hold back their guards found Liu privately.

Liu Jianfeng: "I said Liu, why didn't Mr. Chu give orders to let us go out of seclusion and kill the Northern Barbarians?"

"Yes, Mr. Chu forgot us, right?"

"Can it be a mistake made during the assembly before the war, and the leader was still angry with us..."

Liu waved his hand and interrupted their verbal momentum and said softly: "Everyone calms down, this is the shame of Zhenbei Army. Only when they clean up the shame on themselves can they be honest and leader.

We won't interfere."

In terms of ability, he may not be qualified to serve as the Minister of the Red Flower Department.

But in terms of his understanding of Zhang Chu, he is second only to Mule in the Peking League.

Liu Jianfeng looked at the battlefield below, smacked his lips and said softly: "It's a pity that such a good opportunity..."

A serious soldier, who doesn’t want to take advantage of the victory and beat the dogs in the water?

After pausing, he opened his eyes and asked softly: "In the future, it should be our turn to decide in Xuanbeizhou, right?"

Liu thought for a while and said with a smile: "It should be..."

...

In the midst of chaos.

A green light flew from the south, and at a glance, I found the bright golden light emitted by myself, which was Zhang Chu like a lighthouse.

The green light fell beside Zhang Chu, revealing Xiahou Fu's figure.

Zhang Chu looked at her and saw that she was wearing a red brocade flower robe and a long sword hanging on her waist. She was obviously prepared, "Why are you here?"

Xiahou Fu replied casually: "I don't worry about you, come and see... what's going on?"

As far as she saw, all she saw was the Northern Army in Chijia Town chasing the Northern Barbarians.

At the back, the brothers of the Red Flower Tribe were leisurely watching the wall.

This is obviously completely different from what she expected when she came.

Zhang Chu sighed lightly: "It's hard to describe it..."

Xiahou Fu heard that Zhang Chu was unwilling to talk more, so he stopped asking questions and turned his eyes to the corpse on the ground: "Who is this person?"

She doesn't recognize Huo Hongye.

But Huo Hongye was wearing a crimson purple dragon armor, and he knew at a glance that it was definitely not a miscellaneous fish.

Zhang Chu replied mutely: "Young Commander of Zhenbei Army, Huo Hongye."

Xiahou Fu was shocked, lowered his voice and asked, "Did you kill?"

Zhang Chu shook his head: "He committed suicide..."

Xiahou Fu was speechless for a moment.

After a while, she asked, "What should I do next?"

Zhang Chu sighed: "Let's take one step at a time..."

He actually didn't know what to do.

Taking over Zhenbei Army at this time can be said to be full of troubles.

Huo Qing would regard him as a thorn in his eyes.

The court would regard him as a thorn in the flesh.

Whether he wanted to seize the military power of Zhenbei Army or not.

Whether he wants to gather troops to rebel or not.

They will not let him go.

Because after taking over the more than 100,000 troops of Zhenbei Army.

He is already the most powerful warlord in northwestern Yan...

But he didn't even want to continue doing the leader of the Peking League.

But what can he do?

Huo Hongye used his death to exchange for the innocence of more than 100,000 brothers from Zhenbei Army.

This plate.

He has to continue anyway!

"Why……"

Zhang Chu sighed and said softly: "You go back first, there is only the eldest brother in the family, I'm not relieved."

Xiahou Fu said "um" softly, hesitated for a few breaths, and said softly: "Don't worry too much, we will bear everything together, we can't bear it, there are also big sisters, old eighth, old seventh, and old sixth

…”

Zhang Chu smiled reluctantly, rubbed the top of her head, and whispered: "Go back."

...

The Zhenbei Army turned against the battlefield and caught the tens of thousands of Northern Barbarians who were caught by them off guard.

The Northern Barbarians could not even resist effectively, let alone counterattack.

Until dawn.

Tens of thousands of Northern Barbarians have been killed by the Northern Army, and few escaped.

Golden rising sun.

Rising from the eastern sky.

It was poured on the battlefield where corpses were everywhere and flags were planted.

The haze dissipates.

Something called hope rises from the withering.

More than 100,000 soldiers from the northern army gathered around Zhang Chu spontaneously, with their eyes full of anxiety and expectation, and they looked at him in panic.

Like a group of homeless wanderers...

Zhang Chu looked at them.

Looking at a pair of careful eyes.

Looking at the dirty cheeks that were whisked by the north wind.

Fierce emotions surged in his heart.

He thought about it.

Consider again.

After a while, he spoke and said, "Brothers, clean the battlefield and go home!"

In silence.

The eyes were flooded by water vapor.

They subconsciously bit their lips and tightly grasped the sword in their hands.

But I couldn't resist the passionate blood in my chest...

finally.
To be continued...