It’s a rare and inexplicable emotion.
Ordinary people, such as these generals and colleagues around them, have no idea that Helan is still so confident and heroic in their eyes, and there is more majesty in his relaxed and casual expression.
Du Baitu was unaware of that emotion even after he shook his head, but he denied that it was his illusion.
At this time, the drawn sword is drawn out, and the sound is all white clay. Looking at the people around you with awe and awe, I just vaguely talked with Helan just now.
Helan just said
"The war will start. I want to see what strength my warriors hold! Pull out your knife and bolt the arrow string. You don’t have to hide that the poisoned bees in the darts bag in your sleeve are attacking me. "
Seeing that everyone has adjusted their state to the best, they have done everything to prepare for Helan’s sight. They laughed and said, "You are among the four handsome men, so you should be ready."
"Yes" Du Baitu nodded solemnly, made a squat posture and moved his arms to both sides.
People around you naturally withdrew from the distance of several zhangs.
In the ancestral temple, the high priest sat with his back to the direction of the temple door and recalled what Helan had just said. There was a faint feeling of absurdity in his heart, but there was no room for refutation. His face was very heavy.
The tall old man heard the generals yelling when he drew his sword behind his back and outside the temple.
He also felt that those priests who had lived in the ancestral temple were all watching the battle.
All kinds of noises are raised, and then in the blink of an eye, they are overwhelmed by a distant sound.
It’s like the sound of the wind, the sound of the eagle and the sound of the gods.
Sweep from the place near the temple gate and sweep across the whole land far beyond the height of the bronze statue of the ancestors.
Those who are attacking everywhere will be lost.
Lose and fail.
Then there was a shock that shook the ground and a man was knocked out of the ancestral temple square.
The vibration felt very strong, from the square across the steps to the temple, to the bottom of the high priest’s body, which made him deeply feel that the force connected to the ground was so powerful.
It’s the amazing power that destroys everything and destroys everything.
In the process of flying back from the ground, Du Baitu saw those colleagues who failed to fall to the ground but were hurt, and they changed from shock to fanatical surprise.
They were shocked by their failure in the blink of an eye, but they were not sad, but wanted their king to cheer.
Bang!
Dubaitu flew over the high ancestral temple wall and fell outside in the mud. It took two laps before getting up.
He was also shocked by Khan’s power, but he wondered why Helan would do it.
Of course, it is not only to test the strength of the generals, but also to test and show off their strength
Helan came to him when Dubaitu rose from the ground.
Sure enough, as he thought, there was no joy in Helan’s expression
The high wall separated the square, and the sight of those people was knocked down. Although the generals were not injured, they could not climb up for a while, and the priests in the ancestral temple failed to come.
Helan’s right hand gradually clenched his fist and looked behind him without sadness or joy. He looked at the sky for a while and then his eyes fell on the clay body.
All clay some unexpected feel extremely pressure.
He heard Helan say
"I have something to tell you, and every word you have to keep in mind that if things really develop like that, then you have to do it meticulously according to this passage …"
Chapter 259 There is no need for ten thousand people’s blood in this war
In the middle of the night, the moon wind blows away the stratus clouds, and the moonlight shines on the barracks. When the torches shine together, the ground is covered with frost, which makes the whole barracks covered with cool colors and clean.
Fang Yunhan moved a chair and a long table to sit in the watchtower on the north side of the whole military camp. Monty Qin played the strings in front of him.
The sound of the piano is low and soft. This wooden building is not far away, but the melody is light and fast, sometimes dense as light rain and sometimes gentle, like a quiet night stream with a little water dripping through clean stones.
When you are alone, Fang Yunhan will always have some thoughts that you can’t tell whether to miss or play.
A stringed guqin, his hand pops up from time to time some familiar melodic variations of children’s songs in previous lives. Others’ ears are light and childlike tunes, and he can know the original meaning of these things.
When the little star bounced to the gourd doll, he had some bad tastes and kept the volume to a minimum. When he wanted to suddenly turn my farewell my concubine, he suddenly noticed something strange in his heart. He lifted his eyes and looked at a flying eagle gliding across the wall in the moonlight and rushed to the military camp.
It was not before Fang Yunhan hooked the strings and played the killing sound that the giant eagle took the initiative to reduce the height and fell outside the barracks.
People from the back of the eagle raised a torch by themselves.
It’s not a surprise attack on archers as before, but an envoy from the North Desert.
Although it doesn’t look like a serious envoy to cross the wall directly by giant eagle in the middle of the night, he still got a chance to meet Feng ‘an after telling the soldiers who guarded the camp gate.
Half a quarter of an hour later, soldiers came to ask Fang Yunhan to come over.
Before Zhongjun’s big tent, torches have been gathered to shine as white as day, and some ministries in Liu Qingshan are surrounded here. Among them is the envoy of Beimo.