Back Off, Let Me Come

"etc--"

The king seemed to have thought of something.

Asked: "Who are involved?"

"It should be His Highness the First Highness and His Highness the Second Highness. The body of His Highness Twelve was quietly transferred to the Ayeqiqi tribe..."

The king said playfully: "It looks like a frame-up."

The servants didn't dare to respond.

The king seemed to be asking him, but also seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"Who do you think framed me?"

How could he not know the urine properties of the eldest and second child?

Since they beat their mother to death, although the two of them have hatred in their hearts, on the surface they have always treated each other as grandsons with their tails between their legs, avoiding their younger brothers in every way. People who don't know better think that they are the younger brothers. The king could clearly see that these two were dormant.

Haha, he does have the demeanor of his youth.

He didn't believe that these two boys, who had been pretending to be grandsons for twenty or thirty years and endured humiliation and heavy burdens, would take action rashly before they saw the light of day. Even if he turns a blind eye and allows these two to develop their power, they are not qualified to compete with the faction headed by Su Shiyilu. They will not and cannot kill Lao Twelve at this sensitive moment.

Picture what?

Attract Su Shiyilu's hatred and remove obstacles for these younger brothers? Haha, they are not so kind.

"Boss, did they react?"

The servant shook his head: "Everything is business as usual."

The king sighed: "That's not okay. I was framed and framed and didn't even react. I'm so unwary."

Outsiders thought he was worried about his son, but those who knew him well knew that this was a sign that he was ready to give up.

Unless the two princes can prove that their value is higher than Su Shiyilu, or strike first...

The king waved his hand: "Go down."

The servants retreated as instructed.

Not long after, the sound of men and women laughing again came from behind.

Not long after, the queen also received bad news.

That moment was like the sky falling and the earth collapsing. In full view of everyone, the queen screamed "my son" and fainted and fell to the ground.

Everyone rushed to rescue him.

When the queen woke up, she felt drowsy, as if her soul had been taken away by something, leaving only a broken body.

It wasn't until Su Shiyilu broke into the tent and woke her up with a drink that she woke up from a dream, grabbed her brother's arm tightly, and cried bitterly: "Brother, I don't ask you for anything, I only ask you for one thing." , I must, must avenge my son!"

"This is natural! Brother will not break his promise a second time! He will definitely take off the murderer's head to commemorate us Twelve!"

After hearing the reply, the queen burst into tears and kept howling in pain.

The news of the death of the Twelve Prince was tightly suppressed by the brother and sister. Except for a few people, no one knew about it.

Even if someone heard about it, they would not mention it tacitly.

At the critical moment of the expedition to Yonggu Pass, it is not a good time to cause trouble.

The flags are flying, the cold wind is howling.

Su Shiyilu killed eighteen pairs of male and female captives of the Geng Kingdom on the general platform to sacrifice the flag, and then ordered all the soldiers and horses of the troops. Each of them had experienced hundreds of battles, and a silent atmosphere of murder was brewing in the silence. This is not Shiwu’s last trump card, but it is definitely an elite one!

After the integration was completed, he clasped his fists and reported back to the king who was preparing to fight in person. The king helped him up with his own hands and said "good" repeatedly.

Said: "If you and I work together, why worry about failing to achieve great things!"

Su Shiyilu reluctantly smiled.

The king seemed not to notice his strange expression: "I wish you, you all, good luck in military affairs and victory!"

The army set off for Yonggu Pass.

Shen Tang also received the news soon.

She frowned: "I hope General Chu will be prepared..."

After learning of Shiwu's intentions, she sent someone back to deliver the message.

At this moment, it should have arrived.

only--

I’m not optimistic that we can hold on to the more than 20,000 remnant soldiers at Yonggu Pass who are suffering from colds and illnesses...

"Shiwu has launched a banner of 200,000 elites this time, but after deducting the cooks and false numbers, the real combat strength is at most 80,000... Alas, if the national border barrier is still strong, it will be difficult to permanently close this side, but It won’t be impossible to hold on.”

National border barriers are a country’s most solid protection.

The difficulty of breaking it is ten times higher than breaking the level.

In the past, when Shiwu harassed the border, they could only concentrate their forces to break some openings. The border barrier itself has a self-healing function, so it put little pressure on Yonggu Pass. However, as the national border barrier weakens and the national destiny declines, the pressure on the permanent seal has increased sharply.

Keep...

too difficult.

At the moment, we can only pray that the border barrier will hold on.

Thinking of this, Gu Chi smiled bitterly.

"This matter should be left to Kang Jishou..."

This guy is a gambler.

Shen Tang said: "Wangchao, my national seal..."

Before she could finish speaking, Gu Chi flatly rejected it.

"No! The national border barrier is now supported by Zheng Qiao. If my lord wants to support it, either you kill Zheng Qiao and seize his national seal or his land, or the national border barrier is completely broken and you can prop it up again. On the one hand... to say the least, the reshaping of the national border barrier cannot be completed in a moment! Even if the lord sends the national seal to the border, nothing will be changed!"

If Yonggu Pass cannot be defended, what is the difference between sending the national seal to Shiwu at this time and giving it to Shiwu in vain?

Foreign races like Shiwu have been suppressed for many years and cannot hold their heads up. Isn't it because they don't have a national seal? With the national seal, in the northwestern part of the mainland, there is really no one who can stop Shi Wu from expanding southward for a while! This is not advisable!

Shen Tang could only give up his mind after hearing this.

"Maybe, things are not that bad..."

Jiang Sheng listened for a long time before speaking.

Shen Tang looked at him eagerly: "Have you got a clever plan first?"

Jiang Sheng said: "I don't have any clever ideas. I'm just thinking that my lord was transferred from Heyin County to Longwu County, and during the process he obtained a unique Ten-Ubu defense map from the former Wang Ji. Do you really think... this is all Is it a coincidence?"

The defense map is a top secret. If outsiders want to obtain this information, it will not be achieved in a day...

In other words, this is a situation that was planned early on.

In a game that spans many years, it really doesn't take into account that the national border barrier is weak and cannot resist the Shiwu Iron Cavalry?

perhaps--

Shen Tang frowned: "You said Yan Xingning had a back-up plan?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head and said, "I don't know."

What backup plan can make up for the gap in the national border barrier?

Jiang Sheng couldn't imagine it.

Shen Tang tried his best to regain his clarity of thought and said calmly: "The matter has come to an end. It is useless to say more. Send the order and get ready. We are going to give Shiwu a big gift!"

If you want to play, play big!

When Shiwu's army goes far away, burn down his lair!

Then turn around and attack other tribes with empty troops!

No one can escape!

At this time, Xu Quan's cheerful voice came from outside the tent.

"Lord, Lingde is back."

Shen Tang's eyes lit up, and his gloomy mood finally saw a glimmer of sunshine - he finally heard good news after so many days.

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

Geng State, Qianzhou.

A gray carriage was speeding along the path.

The coachman was a young man in disguise.

The boy's facial features are somewhat similar to those of the country's leader, Zheng Qiao, when he was young.

In the car behind me, I could faintly hear the sobbing of a woman and the confused questions of a child.

"Mom, dad why don't you come with us?"

"Your father still has some things to do."

The child asked again: "Then where are we going now?"

The woman said: "Go to your father's old friend."

The child heard the words and stopped asking questions.

The woman hugged the child tightly and lowered her eyebrows.

Perhaps, within a few days, she would receive the news that her good junior brother, Zheng Qiao, had been assassinated and died...

Or maybe it was her husband who was brutally killed by Ling Chi...