Under the towering and continuous Xiaoxiang Ridge, are vast fields and undulating hills.

Yang Jian swooped down all the way, like an eagle entering a group of rabbits. No one dared to sway and retreated one after another. More than ten cavalrymen in a row were like tigers and wolves, and they attacked the defenders led by Fang Yanqian and others, and were getting closer and closer to Li Bing.

Several commanders from the opponent rushed over to intercept him, and quickly approached Li Bing during the battle.

Fang Yiai was in his arms, his right hand was a long sword to defend himself and kill the enemy. He held the mulberry wooden bow with his left arm, and behind him was a quiver filled with iron arrows.

In terms of arm strength, she is not as good as Yang Jian and the generals, but in terms of accuracy in archery, she is outstanding. Even Yang Jian praised her for being a fast-moving tiger and leopard prey. As long as she is within her arm strength, Fang Yiai shot her left eye and would never fall into her right eye.

The central army was quickly rushed out of the gap. The five most capable commanders under Li Bing were seriously injured and retreated while attacking the mountain. The two were killed by Yang Jian. In just one stick of incense, 20,000 people fled four times, and Li Bing's generals were neglected.

The slightest heroism just now was extinguished by the cold murderous intent that came to his face. Li Bing sat on the back of a horse and finally felt frightened.

Looking back on the high position and power over the past few years, he was still the playboy in the declining man's mansion.

The instinct of survival drove him to flee. Because he was mediocre and his heart was dispersed, there were only four most trustworthy dead soldiers next to him. So he chose the soldiers as shields, picked a direction that Yang Jian was not easy to chase, and ran away. He could not compare with Yang Jian, Yang Xuangan and other people who practice martial arts and strengthened their bodies for many years. He could not wear heavy iron armor to defend himself. Although there was a bronze mirror on his back, there were still many gaps.

Yang Jian and Fang Yiai followed closely under the escort of the guards. Under the aura of a tiger, they almost didn't need to wave their swords, which shocked the other party to give way.

He pulled the bow and took the arrow, and the iron arrow shot quickly, but flew elsewhere in the clash of golden swords.

Yang Jian's arm strength was very strong, and the iron-cast arrows were like wind and thunder. If he shot Li Bing, he would be able to fall down. However, the four dead soldiers were loyal to protect him, and their outstanding skills and keen defense were very difficult to break.

Two groups of people galloped in front and behind. Yang Jian was unable to set up an ambush on the front road due to limited manpower, so he could only chase him desperately.

Fang Yiai's first arrows were also knocked away one by one, and he became angry and immediately said, "Your Highness, I shoot four arrows in a row, I'm sorry to cover you!" After that, he took four iron arrows in his hand and sandwiched them between his four fingers.

Yang Jian understood, his legs were clamped against the horse's belly, and his bow was bent like a full moon. Seeing that his love was ready, he immediately shot out.

Fang Yiai's arrows followed closely and shot out like beads. Each target was different and the span was extremely large.

Yang Jian has always hit a single arrow. He has never practiced the technique of shooting two arrows in a row. He can only take arrows from the quiver and shoot them quickly to cover them.

The six arrows were shot almost at the same time, but each had their own choices. Yang Jian attacked the key points of the vest, and Fang Yiai's four arrows went to the back of the head, the key points of the vest and left and right legs were galloping and unable to defend themselves. Only then did they avoid these four arrows, and the four arrows in the back shot again, mixed with the powerful iron arrows as Yang Jian's iron spear, carrying wind and thunder.

The dead soldiers were not protected enough, and the arrows of Fang Yiai passed through the gap and penetrated into Li Bing's heart.

After four or five times, Li Bing's vest was hit by two arrows, and the vital points on his leg were also shot, shaking.

The two of the dead soldiers were shot by Fang Yiai's arrows and the door was opened.

Yang Jian pursued him closer and closer, bent his bow with all his strength, and the iron arrows filled the strength and broke through the air, stably steadily in Li Bing's back heart.

The fat figure was rushed forward by the arrow, and fell off the horse's back, splashing yellow dust on the ground.

The dead soldier who turned around to rescue was killed by the guards. When Yang Jian pulled over, he saw Li Bing's legs covered in blood and twitched in pain on the ground. Fortunately, he was not killed. He looked cold and mottled blood stained on his iron armor, like a god of killing. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Li Bing's throat and said sternly: "Take it!"

When Li Bing escaped, the morale of the army had already disintegrated. When the news of his capture by Yang Jian spread quickly, almost no one of the 20,000 soldiers resisted. The army was originally under great force, but at this time it was like birds and beasts scattered everywhere.

Gala stood at the top of the peak, looked at the scene, and finally smiled.

Han Boyue next to him was even more happy, pulling Gala's sleeves, smiling face full of expectations

"Sister Fu, let's go and see my father!"

Gala smiled, held his hand, and walked quickly towards the mountainside. Although the situation was clear, Li Bing was defeated and fled, and had no power to resist. After all, the bottom was not cleared yet. Gala did not dare to take him on the adventure, so he went to a palace on the mountainside where he was responsible for the placement of the wounded soldiers fighting today, where Xian and Hua Shang were both there.

When they arrived at the mountainside, soldiers came and went in a hurry, and the seriously injured supported each other. The slightly injured gritted their teeth and insisted, and brought some wounded soldiers who could not move. The dry and yellow land in winter were covered with blood, and the cry of pain overflowed from the cracks of the men's teeth. However, the battle was won, and everyone looked around and smiled.

This desperate struggle will bring them a bright future.

Gala saw Xian and Hua Shang from afar, each took off their cloaks and sorted out the items used by the wounded soldiers in the shelter.

His eyes were covered with bloody wounds and needed treatment urgently. Gala did not hesitate and went forward with Han Boyue to help.

In the busyness, the sound of Jieyin at the foot of the mountain came, and a wounded soldier came to the palace and had nowhere to settle, so he could only move to another place.

During the busy interval, Galo looked around and could see Fang Yanqian, Cao Dian and others returning one after another, but Yang Jian was still missing. The worry in his heart became stronger and stronger. After sending a box of bleeding-stop powder, he turned to the mountain road. He saw the wounded soldiers still returning one after another. The crowd at the foot of the mountain was in chaos, and Yang Jian was still missing.

When he met Liu Zheng, he followed Yang Jian to guard the pass, and his body was covered in iron armor. His clothes were covered with blood. The iron ring lock armor was indeed solid, but it was not completely impeccable. Li Bing sent troops to attack the mountain. Not only did he fight in close combat, but also crossbowmen surrounded him and shot arrows. Although most of them were removed from the top of Yang Jian's crossbow carriage, there were also rafting arrows attacking, hurting the flesh.

Gala's heart was pounding.

When Yang Jian rode his horse to chase Li Bing, she could vaguely see it, but she didn't know what happened later.

But even if she had iron armor to protect her body, how could she escape unconsciously? Besides, Fang Yanqian and others returned one after another, but Yang Jian was still missing. Could it be that he was seriously injured? All the wounds I saw today were covered with all the wounds I saw, bloody, broken bones and muscles, which was shocking. She couldn't help but recall Yang Jian's bloody battle, even though she gritted her teeth and endured it, and she still burst into her eyes in the gaps of moving the veil.

In his blurred vision, he suddenly saw a tall figure slowly moving forward. The iron armor had been removed, and the dark purple clothes could not be seen. The neat bun was already scattered. Next to him was Han Qinhu, his right leg seemed to be injured, and he limped when walking. The crimson clothes were swelling with the wind, and dark blood could be seen.

Gala seemed to hear the thud in his chest, and handed the yarn to his fellow travelers, and ran over.

The mountain road is rugged and swooping down. The hard soil in winter makes the legs hurt slightly.

She ran over with red eyes, and the corners of her eyes were cold.

Yang Jian stopped unexpectedly and subconsciously tidy up his clothes. Without taking two steps, Gala ran to the front and looked at his whole body. There was a broken area in the clothes. Only when he approached, he could see that blood was oozing in it, making the purple color darker. His right hand, who was used to holding the sword, was huddled in his sleeve. Although there were no scars, he could see blood dropping down and sinking into the soil.

Gala breathed slightly and quickly held his right hand in his hand.

I opened the cold cuffs and saw a slender wound on the back of my wrist. The blood was still warm. I don’t know how many wounds were hidden under this outer robe that was the same color as the blood.

Gala's throat was filled with warmth, and he raised his head and met Yang Jian's gaze.

Blood was splashed on his knife-like cheeks, and he became more and more calm. His condensed eyebrows showed a little softer. He whispered: "Why are you crying?" He raised his left arm to stroke her face, but frowned. He lowered it halfway and then hung it down. He immediately ordered Han Qinhu, "Go to treat the wound first and rest as soon as possible. Li Bing was guarded by General Huang, and the leader who was attached to the rebels punished according to the law, and others would be relieved."

Han Qinhu bowed his hand and saw the general next to Yang Xuangan coming over, so he went to discuss it lamely.

Yang Jian had blood on his right hand and his left arm was in severe pain. He couldn't wipe her tears. He just whispered: "It's windy here, let's talk about it when you go back to the house. Where is Bo Yue?"

"He is with his grandmother and is delivering medicine to the wounded soldiers." Galo tried his best to restrain his emotions, wiped the wet marks in the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and returned to the mountain with Yang Jian, and asked again: "Your Highness is very injured. Do you want to call the military doctor over?"

"No need." Yang Jianshuai swept the seriously injured soldiers gathered in the street, "It's important to help them."

After the fierce battle, Li Bing was captured, and several governors who were in trouble were either executed or captured. The situation was settled, and he no longer worried. He returned to Shimen Temple with Gala. When Gala received the medicine box, he had taken off his black outer garment with one hand. The clothes were stained with blood and were slightly stiff in the cold wind. He threw them on the ground casually and frowned when he saw several broken middle garments.

Under the two layers of protection, he did not add much new injuries, but his iron armor was heavy and he was quite tired when he fought to the death.

The injury on his right wrist looked horrible, but it was not serious. What worried him was his left arm.

The arm was shot by a heavy arrow. Although it could not penetrate the soft golden silk clothes inside, the force carried by the powerful crossbow and iron arrow hit him, half of his arm was numb. Even later, he chased Li Bing, and even gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull the bow, the arm trembled continuously, which almost made him lose his correctness in shooting arrows.

At this moment, the left arm seemed to be really useless.

The furnishings in the room were simple, and he sat firmly on the couch inside. Gala was hurriedly holding the medicine box. He first helped him clean the blood on his right wrist, and then sprinkled the medicine powder as Yang Jian ordered and wrapped it carefully.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and said to Yang Jian, "Is there any other injury? The injury in his left arm has not healed yet, has it collapsed?"

"Yeah." Yang Jian looked at Gala and suddenly said, "I really can't move this time."

Gala nodded, untied Yang Jian's middle robes, and said slowly: "I'll help Your Highness apply medicine."

"There are also soft golden armor inside." Yang Jian asked her to help and whispered: "You must take off your upper body."

Gala's gesture paused slightly.

Although he had bandaged Yang Jian many times, he just had to untied his collar and take off half of his shoulder clothes every time.

This time... she hesitated and said, "There are so many people in the shortage of people. You can't leave your highness alone. It's okay."

But Yang Jian suddenly raised his right arm and wrapped her hands.

"Gala." He looked solemnly, looked at Gala's eyes and said slowly: "You haven't answered me that night's question."

Gala was slightly stunned, "What?"

"Would you like to go back to the capital with me?" Yang Jian held her hand tightly, and his palms were slightly hot. "In the rage of my father, I dare not pat my chest and say that something unexpected would not happen, but I will try my best to protect you, as well as your father and your grandmother. My father is paranoid and hatred may not be easily resolved, but I can guarantee that I will try my best not to let you suffer any grievances. The road ahead may be very difficult. I will protect you behind me. Are you willing to walk with me?"

The room was quiet for a moment, and Gala knelt beside him, holding it in his hands, gentle and powerful.

She looked at Yang Jian, curled her lips and smiled, "Your Highness will protect me, and I will try my best to protect myself."

"so?"

"Yes." A suspicious redness appeared on Gala's face, and his other hand gently placed on the back of Yang Jian's hand, warm and firm.

No matter whether the road ahead is difficult or smooth, it is her choice. Her mind has been decided and she will no longer hesitate.

For you, I will try my best to overcome difficulties.

A smile surged out from Yang Jian's eyes, and gradually flourished, like the strong sun in midsummer, which instantly melted the gloom and coldness that had been buried in his eyes all year round. From the concession and tolerance in Zhaowen Palace, hesitation, to the later temptation, joy, and the anger, disappointment, uneasiness, torture, and emotions that had been pursuing thousands of miles away, finally had meaning.

Yang Jian stared at her and said slowly: "Gala, I'm so happy."

"I have never had a happy life."

He came over and pecked on Gala's lips, his eyes intertwined, and his heart was filled with joy.

Gala smiled and had a beautiful face. Due to the situation, she dressed up very simply today. She was covered in black hair and tied with a jade crown on her head. She was wearing a brown dress, which was convenient for hiding, and she was not burdened by riding a horse and running. She was not burdened with any burden. Compared to the gorgeous clothes on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, her dress was really light and pure at this moment. However, the eyes under her beautiful eyebrows were bright and bright, like the waves of water rippling over the lake, which set off her red skin and red lips, black hair, and when she was shy and smiling, her eyes were full of charm.

Yang Jian pressed against her forehead and almost indulged in her Gu Pan's eyes.

It was Gala who was still thinking about his wounds, and he stepped back with a smile, removed his middle clothes, and when he touched the large dark red blood stain on his left arm, his heart trembled continuously.

The soft golden silk armor was woven tightly and firmly. She carefully untied it, removed the soft armor on her upper body, and then untied the innermost layer of the inner clothes.

With his strong and tight back in his eyes, Gala bit his lip and saw a two-inch scar on his back, which seemed to be an old scar, and still has a deep mark.

She couldn't help but touch it gently and whispered: "Have your highness been seriously injured before?"

"It was the time when my brother was stabbed." Yang Jian's voice was slightly hoarse, "I almost died."

Of course, Gala remembered that Yang Song was stabbed, and that it was the work of the Gao family's grandfather and the Longyou officials. At that time, she didn't understand the intricacies. At this moment, she recalled the malice of the Gao family's grandfather at that time, recalled the suffering Yang Jian had suffered over the years, and recalled his torment and mind under hatred, and the enthusiasm in his eyes surged up again.

This man has passed away, and it is impossible for Princess Hui and Yang Song to be resurrected.
To be continued...