"Have you heard the story of Zhang San and Zhao Da?"
"Have you heard of it? Then have you heard the story of the robber and the one hundred taels?"
"Have you heard of it? Damn it!"
In the great commercial capital, after Li Zi started classes at night, a new round of conversation quickly spread.
People are not fools, and they quickly figured out the trick.
As a result, a strange scene occurred outside the eldest prince's mansion. The people who had received the money were still blocking the front of the mansion, cursing constantly, and the people were extremely resentful.
"Boy Ziye, you are so insidious."
Li Garden, inner courtyard.
The red candle floated over with a fruit plate, and said with an "I despise you" expression on her face.
"It's not my business?"
Li Ziye responded while practicing his sword, "I just gave those Tai students a psychology lesson."
"Didn't you say that the old fox Emperor Shang wouldn't kill the eldest prince?"
Hongzhu asked in confusion, "Then what's the use of doing this?"
"Water can carry a boat and also capsize it."
The sword in Li Ziye's hand was getting faster and faster, and he said indifferently, "I am just draining that old guy's public support. The more he wants to protect the prince, the greater the resentment of the people will be. It seems useless now, but, It will be of great use in the future.”
The eldest prince was the chess piece he used to deal with Emperor Shang. This chess piece was more useful alive than dead.
"Third Young Master."
While the two were talking.
Outside the inner courtyard, a boy walked quickly and handed over a secret report. He said respectfully, "News from the North."
Hearing this, Li Ziye stopped, took the secret report, and after taking a look, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
On the side, Hongzhu came forward and looked surprised after reading the contents of the secret report.
The Eight Divisions of Mobei are already preparing to mobilize troops!
"The decisive battle is about to begin."
Li Ziye said with serious eyes.
Based on the situation of the Eight Tribes of Mobei, it is impossible to wait until the next winter. The longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be for the Eight Tribes of Mobei.
He believed that Tantai Jingyue would not fail to understand this truth.
The northern border of Dashang.
Guanju City.
Dressed in a light blue dress, Tantai Jingyue stood quietly on the city tower, looking towards the direction of the Great Shang Capital City, her beautiful eyes full of coldness.
"This winter has been really long."
From behind, Lord Bai Di walked over, looked at the melting snow outside Guanju City, and spoke.
"The decisive battle has begun."
Tantai Jingyue said with cold eyes, "In this war, the eight tribes of Mobei will lose, and there will only be one end: annihilation!"
The grassland is getting colder and colder and is no longer suitable for living. If the people of the eight tribes in Mobei want to survive, they have no choice but to move south.
Before the next cold winter comes, this war must be won!
"The eight tribes in Mobei will not exterminate their clans!"
Lord Bai Di said solemnly, "Even if I die, I will still create a place for our people to survive."
"Then please entrust your life to me, Your Majesty."
Tantai Jingyue turned her head and said with a serious expression, "As long as the king trusts you, I can swear to Changshengtian that I will definitely help the Eight Tribes of Mobei win this war."
Lord Bai Di looked at the serious expression on the Tantai tribe's goddess before him, and without much hesitation, he nodded and said, "Yes, I, the Bai Di clan's tens of thousands of cavalry, will definitely cooperate with the goddess with all our strength."
"Thank you."
Tantai Jingyue responded, looking in the direction of the Great Shang Capital City, and said, "Defending the city is not our strength. If we just defend blindly, we will definitely lose. If we want to win this war, we can only continue to attack until we fight." Until the entire Dashang completely loses the power to resist."
Just when the eight tribes in Mobei were preparing to send troops.
In the Western Region, in the Heavenly Mandate Temple high above.
The scholar sat on the throne, looking at the letter sent from the Northern Territory of Great Shang, his mouth slightly curved, and he said, "Mu Shouzhi, send troops!"
"Yes, Palace Master!"
In the main hall, Mu Shouzhi, the commander of the silver-armored cavalry, half-kneeled, bowed respectfully, and took orders.
Three days later.
The eight tribes in Mobei and the Tianyu Palace all mobilized their troops to start fighting again.
The torrent of iron water advanced from the northern and western territories of Dashang at the same time, attacking the hinterland of Dashang.
The decisive battle begins completely.
For a time, the whole territory of Dashang was filled with smoke.
In the west, King Triumph and Rakshasa King Tao Yaoyao, who had never returned to the capital since the start of the war last year, immediately led an army to resist the fierce attack of the silver-armored cavalry and the temple army.
The brutal fighting was shocking. On the Western battlefield, nearly ten thousand people were killed or injured on the first day alone. The blood flowed and dyed the territory of Dashang red.
Among the thousands of troops, Tao Yaoyao, dressed in blood, holding a long sword and covered in blood, killed countless temple soldiers. Even the silver-armored cavalry, which was said to be invulnerable, nearly a hundred dead souls fell under Tao Yaoyao's sword.
When the sun sets in the west.
The sound of fighting gradually stopped, and the two armies temporarily retreated.
Tao Yaoyao walked back with a long sword in his hand, his eyes as cold as the abyss, and his bloody murderous aura was so strong that it was suffocating.
At this moment, even the soldiers of Dashang could not help but feel a chill in their hearts when they saw the appearance of King Rakshasa.
"King Rakshasa."
The King of Triumph looked at the woman walking back in front of him and said seriously, "Are you okay?"
"fine."
Tao Yaoyao responded, walked past, and went straight back to the camp.
Great commercial capital.
Li Yuan.
For three days in a row, secret reports continued to arrive.
Li Ziye's expression became more and more solemn as he looked at the information sent from the North and West.
As expected, the eight tribes of Mobei are going to fight tooth and nail.
Tianyu Palace's offensive is also stronger than last year.
Trouble!
"Young Master, believe me!"
At this time, outside the inner courtyard, another boy came quickly with a letter in his hand and said respectfully.
"Where did it come from?"
Li Ziye took the letter and asked.
"have no idea."
The boy shook his head and said, "It's not from our spy."
When Li Ziye heard this, he looked startled and quickly opened the letter.
There are only eight words in the letter:
Go to the Western Region to help your little uncle!
"Fairy Master."
Li Ziye saw the familiar handwriting on the letter and immediately recognized that it was a letter sent by someone from Lao Qin.
"Little uncle?"
On the side, Hongzhu saw the content of the letter and asked in confusion, "King Rakshasa?"
"Um."
Li Ziye nodded and said in a solemn voice, "Master's orders cannot be violated. I must go to the Western Region."
"What should we do here?"
Hongzhu's eyes narrowed and she said, "Li Yuan, there are many people watching you all the time. If you leave, the man from Shou'an Palace will know immediately."
"Let Huan Zhu hold it and wait for me to come back."
Li Ziye said in a deep voice, "There won't be any major events here in the capital for the time being. I'll go back as quickly as possible."
Having said this, Li Ziye looked towards the room not far away and called, "Return the Pearl."
"Brother."
The door creaked open, Huanzhu walked out and responded softly.
"You disguise yourself as me."
Li Ziye said seriously, "There is no need to leave the house, just let others know that I have been in the capital."
"yes!"
Huanzhu nodded, his face changed rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, he looked exactly like Li Ziye.
"Hongzhu, help me disguise myself."
Li Ziye walked back to his room and said, "I'm leaving the city today!"
"yes!"
Hongzhu heard the words and respectfully accepted the order.
