Chapter 679 (2/2)

This is not a lightness skill that people can use. Is it really the soul of the little Marquis?

The early summer on the Imperial City squinted at this scene, pushed his shoulder to Xiao mubai beside him, smiled proudly and said, ”how's it going?”

Xiao mubai didn't answer. He looked at her in the sunlight, smiled helplessly and connivantly, stretched out his hand and gently touched her complacent eyebrows. He thought that when Xiao Yanjun first set up the army, even the Dragon flag was scared to fall to the ground and trampled on. He really lost the face of the royal family.

The soldiers on the imperial city suddenly burst into cheers in unison. These cheers undoubtedly slapped a big mouth on the faces of tens of thousands of rebels under the imperial city.

At this time, Bai Rongxing, who lost his flag empty handed, had roared all the way back to the rebel camp.

The words of avenging souls and claiming lives kept on in his mouth, his head bowed and his whole body trembled

At this moment, I don't care what kind of military regulations I will face.

The hundred cavalry of the rebel camp gradually separated. Xiao Yanjun, dressed in bright armor, slowly came out under the guard of several senior generals without looking at him.

The long sword came out of its scabbard and the cold light flashed.

Bai Rongxing's word ”wronged soul rope” stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly, which was an instant loss of life

”As a flag bearer, what a glorious job it is. Bai Rongxing dropped the Dragon flag to the ground. The crown prince put it in place!” Xiao Yanjun's face was quiet and his voice was indifferent. He looked at the blue clothes on the tower with a sense of killing.

At the beginning of summer, I didn't die!

Cheng zhaobing also hurried his horse out at this time, came to Xiao Yanjun and said angrily: ”the two armies have a confrontation. If they retreat, they will be killed!”

He had just seen the tragic death of his son, naked and stabbed through his heart.

Therefore, Cheng zhaobing's heart was filled with towering anger.

The word ”cut” was so pathetic that the rebels behind them were shocked and took one step forward.

After Cheng zhaobing roared, he caught his horse's belly. The horse under his seat swept out like lightning. In an instant, he galloped out of the rebel camp and went straight to the side in front of the Danfeng palace that fell to the ground... The Dragon flag curled up on the ground!

Not all the tens of thousands of rebels knew the former Minister of the Ministry of war, but they all saw what Cheng zhaobing was going to do. They were shocked and rushed up with blood. Tens of thousands of people roared in unison and shouted rhythmically.

In this kind of iron blood and awe inspiring cry, the war horse under Cheng zhaobing's seat is like a flying dragon, with its four hoofs like flying in the air, and stabbed straight in front of the Danfeng palace like a sharp arrow.

Before taking up the post of minister of the Ministry of war, he was also a fierce general who fought with Shi Fuqiu on the battlefield.

At present, riding alone in the high-profile open square and under the Imperial City, fearless of the inexplicable death of the cavalry just now, how heroic.

His horse was very fast, and his skill of controlling the horse was even better. He rushed straight to the Danfeng door with great momentum. It took him only a moment to rush to the middle of the square.

The rebels held their breath for fear that he would fall to the ground like the glorious cavalry just now.

At the beginning of summer, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the scene. He felt as if he was just blinking. Cheng zhaobing had rushed to his feet and in front of the Dragon flag.

When the two armies meet, the momentum is the first. Throwing the flag is to break the momentum, and grabbing the flag is also to inspire the morale of the army.

Cheng zhaobing drove to the Dragon flag without slowing down. With superb riding skills, he hung and pedaled on one foot, put his right hand down, and easily picked up the Dragon flag.

Even the soldiers on the imperial city were shocked and respected by his one handed riding.

Not everyone in the Rebel Army knows Cheng zhaobing, but all the soldiers in the imperial city can recognize at a glance. The heroic flag picker is Cheng zhaobing, the Minister of the Ministry of war!