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Chapter 870
After dropping one sentence, Ouyang Yufei, who ignored the surprise, continued her carpentry work.
The mountain wind blows, the trees rustle, the air is very fresh.
Three days later, Ryukyu carpenter finished.
Ouyang Yufei is inexplicably looking at the things that were made and left on the top of the mountain by Ryukyu. His mind is extremely poor, and he doesn't think out what the four don't seem to be able to do.
While Ryukyu was busy with carpentry, the battlefield changed a lot. Xuanyuanche and the Southern Song Dynasty had been in full swing.
The battlefield is crisscross and winding for tens of miles.
In this day, the sky is bright, and the sun is s.h.i.+ning from the deep blue sky, which starts to send out the heat.
The drums roared and thousands of troops roared.
Another head-on fight.
Tianchen Zhongjun is out, xuanyuanche starts the battle.
There was a bloodbath on the plain.
Ride the horse, rush into the center of the command of xuanyuanche side, Ryukyu Horse Station.
Xuanyuanche stands on the chariot, the iron armor is s.h.i.+ning in the golden light, sending out the air of iron killing, which is majestic.
In the direction of soft sword, thousands of soldiers and horses move together.
With a sword, xuanyuanche looks around the battlefield, and looks at Ryukyu who is coming here.
Ryukyu Dynasty xuanyuanche raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but drove the horse closer to xuanyuanche's chariot.
Language exchange, silent exchange in that eye.
The war is fierce, and the sound of bloodthirsty is rising one after another.
In all ages, the most heroic thing is to fight in the battlefield.
I can only see the cold sword and spear, in the gorgeous golden suns.h.i.+ne, with the gloomy light, merciless vertical and horizontal.
The blood splashed out along the cold light, sprinkling to the sky, like a thin layer of red fog, blocking the sun, so beautiful, but so cruel.
The horses roared and the swords came and went.
