Volume V, Yanbei War Songs, Chapter 155: King’s Farewell


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

Everything came without warning, the news of the big rival rebellion is like hot oil, all of a sudden in the back of the rainy weather blowing the crackling sparks.

Chu Qiao looked at Duoji’s uncle, looking at the shoulder of the blood of more than 40-year-old man, the frowning thought of this sensational words.

“Adults, please go down the mountain, if you do not go, Datong must completely be destroyed!”

Chu Qiao looked at him quietly. He hadn’t talked for a long time. The news that the big peers would rebel was that the guardian of the autumn city of Lanzhou had just reported it, but followed by Duoji, who came to tell her that Yan Yan had to completely eliminate the big peers. Yes, the military rights of Yu Girl and Mr. Wu have been lifted, and the Datong generals such as Xia Zhi and Xi Rui have been arrested. Datong’s base has been ruined. Now it’s time to reclaim the fire of the county’s lord. Yunjun wants to slash the roots of the county.

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Volume V, Yanbei War Songs, Chapter 154: Two Moments


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

The mist over the distant autumn grass, in the early morning sun, shed a misty cloud, the wings of the birds low pass over the river pond,  and the toes pointed over the green ducks, picking up a ripple, and the lush horseback hidden the grass. Between the vast grass, pastoral sound from the distant faint came, melodious as the three spring willow.

It is now in the autumn, it is very cold early in the morning, and the autumn is always very short. It seems that the summer’s tail has just passed, and the winter can’t wait to come. The herdsmen put on autumn clothes, vests, boots and women in the morning and evening. The girl wore a red horse-like skirt that turned like a fire cloud, and it looked good.

Ping’an and Douji catch the horses in the Qiulan Ping on the crazy run, Jingjing riding a small red horse with the back, shouted: “Douji ! Come on!

Ping An is now fifteen years old. He has grown into a strong young man, and his muscles are bright, like a strong little leopard. After running for a lap, Douji was far behind, and he was angry with a whip. He ran over to Jingjing and yelled: “Smelly girl! Who are you, brother? How do you turn your elbows?”

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Volume V, Yanbei War Songs, Chapter 153: Firecrackers


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

Chu Qiao is always awake. She just doesn’t want to open her eyes. She knows that some people are walking around her. Some people call her softly. Someone mourns crying, someone feeds her medicine, and someone looks at her silently. Not close, don’t talk.

She knew all about it, but she didn’t want to wake up. She had been sleeping in a groggy way. A heart was like a cold, dry wood, and she lost her nutrients. She repeatedly dreamed, the dream was cold, she floated in the dark ice lake, surrounded by cold, with broken ice constantly touching her skin, Zhuge Yue’s face to her, little by little sink going down, there is a faint light flashing behind him, his face is so pale, only a pair of eyes, dark and bright, like a star, cannot distinguish the mood, just quietly watching her, quietly, slowly sinking.

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Volume V, Yanbei War Songs, Chapter 152: Steps to the Yellow Spring


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

Tragic fight from the front came, He Xiao eyes flushed back, shouted: “adults, Cheng Yuan army blocked in the western Fujian mountain, His Majesty ‘s army has passed, General Zhuge Yue was on the lake.

Cold wind burst of bursts of time, the world is full of beasts like a desolate screaming roar, Chu Qiao tightens her lips, Looked down on He Xiao who was covered in blood. He slowly said: “He Xiao, can you kill a way for me? “

“Adult,” He Xiao’s face was tough on his knees, and he said slowly, “Our life is yours. Please rest assured. The southwestern town government has made two thousand soldiers, and will never let the adults down.” 

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Volume V, Yanbei War Songs, Chapter 151: The Heart is dead


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

A dark black sky, the clouds are extremely low, almost to the forehead, snow like gray goose feathers, rolling in the cold wind hunting. To coarse cloth and leather felt to build a simple tent, Yan Xun is sitting quietly. The torch issued a faint crackling, the soldiers are very frightened, more and more uneasy eyes, horses also issued a sound of upset the screaming, anxious shaving hoof, air boring, full of fear and depression of the atmosphere.

It’s been half an hour, and the 10,000-strong army is fighting against the lonely army that is less than three hundred people alone. This disparity is not a normal war, even if it’s a surprise, it’s not going to be at this time. Zhuge Yue’s bows and arrows have already been shot, and the swords have collapsed. Many people have been seriously injured. The horses of the cavalry have all been shot dead. They can no longer use the flexibility of maneuvering. They can only gather together and back against the back and tens of thousands. People are fighting with a spear knife.

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Volume V, Yanbei War Songs, Chapter 150: Hutch Convergence


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

 

On this day, the whole Yanbei area is filled with blizzards and wind slides. The rare storm is like a frantic madman who rushes wildly in the wild. The snow is three feet thick, and his face is like a small one. Stones, life’s pain. The war horses were wrapped in leather around their stomachs and eyes, but they were still panic-stricken. The soldiers wore fur coats and hoods. The wind-blown eyes could not open their eyes, but they could only walk on the snowy plains.

Going to the Jasmine River, Chu Qiao suddenly ordered the whole army to stop, and Sun was anxious to come forward to ask, but only saw a cold back. The young female general stood on a snowy slope, watching the distant snowy sea. The birds in the distance were in a mess, and the snow and fog were fascinating.

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Volume V, Yanbei War Songs, Chapter 149: The War is coming


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

When Yan Xun received the news and rushed to Daping, the fighting was long over. Zhuge Yue’s men and horses went to the empty space, leaving behind the bodies and swords of the next land. Over the years, Yan’s high-ranking assassination regiment was completely wiped out. Five hundred people survived without a lifetime. The man dressed in a black scorpion stood in the snow. On the ground, the earth is full of blood, and he stands in it with a chilling sensation.

“Your Majesty,” Cheng Yuan bowed his body to his side, respectfully said: “Would you like to go back and call the people immediately, people on our site, can you let him escape the birth?”

Yan Xun eyes deep, eyes looking at those who have not had time to close their eyes, in front of the imaginable just as the tragic fierce battle. Cheng Yuan stood beside and hurriedly asked: “Your Majesty?”

“Convene the horse immediately.”

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