"Your envoy is a little late!" Liu Jing's voice sounded in the tent. Ziyi's pupils shrank and he hurriedly listened carefully.
"The battle in Ziwu Valley is about to begin. There are whistles on the road. It would be great to come."
It was another person's voice, with a very unique accent.
Although Ziyi is not from Jiaozhou, let alone Yizhou.
But her military career of more than ten days has allowed her to understand the dialects of Jiaozhou and Yizhou to a certain extent.
Therefore, she was absolutely certain that the person speaking definitely did not speak the dialect of these two places.
It wasn't the official dialect of Qiandu City, but a tone she had never heard before, which was very strange.
"Could it be that...he's not a Dagan person?" Ziyi's heart skipped a beat and he already had some guesses.
"Stop talking, is there any change in the plan?" The man with the strange accent spoke again.
"Liu Yu was so stupid that he actually offered to let me lead the army and act as a vanguard to pursue him into the Ziwu Valley. In this way, he wouldn't have to spend so many tricks to lure him in."
"As long as we pretend to be fighting in the Ziwu Valley and hear the cry of killing, they will definitely come when the time comes."
"When the time comes, let's unite the two armies and catch the turtle in the urn. Will Liu Yu's 10,000-strong army be easily captured?" Liu Jing smiled, with contempt in his words.
"We were still worried about how to trick him into the Ziwu Valley, but we didn't expect that this guy actually came to our door. With such a prince in Daqian, why worry about the country being subjugated?" The man with the weird accent was also full of ridicule.
"How will the accounts be divided after the matter is completed?"
As soon as these words came out, the camp suddenly became quiet.
Ziyi's heart also clenched, and she became alert, ready to escape at any time.
However, a moment later, Liu Jing's voice came from the camp again: "I only want Liu Yu's head, and the rest will belong to you!"
"His Royal Highness King Jing is bright! That's it!" The man with the weird accent was obviously very happy. After all, the equipment of Liu Yu's 10,000 troops is still very good. If they are all confiscated, it will be a big deal. wealth.
Even regardless of the equipment, so many prisoners cannot be underestimated.
Nowadays, these are all within easy reach.
"Your envoy has come from afar, and I have prepared some food and wine to welcome him."
"His Royal Highness Prince Jing is interested."
Hearing this, Ziyi frowned slightly and began to slowly leave quietly.
The person talking to Liu Jing is most likely a messenger from the rebels.
After all, such critical information as the Battle of Ziwu Valley cannot be wrong.
They plotted to kill the prince Liu Yu in the Battle of Ziwu Valley and annex the prince's 10,000 troops.
Once they succeed, the Yizhou rebels will make a comeback, and their momentum will definitely be stronger than before, becoming a real serious problem within Daqian!
As the situation worsens, the Western Jin Dynasty, Southern Chen Dynasty, and Northern Yuan Dynasty may all take action together, and then Daqian will truly be in ruins.
But... Ziyi doesn't care about this, she cares about Liu Jing!
If Liu Yu dies, Liu Jing will definitely succeed him.
As a life and death enemy, Ziyi never wanted to see this scene.
It is already extremely difficult to kill Liu Jing as King Jing, let alone Liu Jing as emperor?
After thinking over and over again, Ziyi finally made a decision.
She quickly returned to her tent and wrote a letter.
Take advantage of the darkness and put it where you originally picked up the wisp of red tassel!
After doing this, the worries in her heart eased a little.
She had been dormant beside Liu Jing for many years, and realized that the battle of Ziwu Valley was definitely the best time to kill Liu Jing!
Therefore, the prince's side must win this war!
Otherwise, the blood feud that they cherish so much will never be avenged again!
…
It’s day and night!
In the camp of Liu Yu's 10,000-strong army, Li Changkong tossed and turned and couldn't sleep all night.
Tomorrow was the decisive battle, but all the worries from before were still lingering in his heart, and he couldn't calm down.
The art of war emphasizes knowing oneself and the enemy, and winning a hundred battles without danger.
In the past ten days of fighting, the rebels have almost figured out their situation, but they still know nothing about the rebels!
Even just a weak impression!
What's this? This is underestimating the enemy and being arrogant!
As the saying goes, a proud soldier will be defeated, and a sad soldier will win.
So to be honest, Li Changkong is not optimistic about tomorrow's final battle.
But it is a pity that under the influence of Lian Zhan and Lian Ji, and his indomitable momentum, most people have already become red-eyed and eager to make achievements tomorrow. How can they listen to his words?
"Alas." Li Changkong sighed, feeling helpless.
However, at this moment, a bit of cold light shot out from the dark night, grazing Li Changkong's temples and nailing it to the ground beside him!
It was an arrow with a letter tied to it!
Looking at this scene, Li Changkong narrowed his eyes slightly, arched his body, and became alert for a moment. After scanning around, he saw no one around, and then he felt relieved.
The guards at the camp are quite dedicated to their duties, and there are rotations and guard changes.
The guarding is not lax!
But even so, this person was still able to sneak into the military camp and shoot this letter in front of him.
This strength alone cannot be underestimated and deserves vigilance.
Li Changkong quickly pulled out the arrow, took out the letter, and started reading.
After reading it, his pupils shrank instantly, he looked at the signature again, and his brows could not help but frown even more.
He looked around at the night again, thought about it again and again, and finally took the letter and walked towards the handsome tent.
When Li Jibei saw this scene in the darkness, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the iron red tassel gun.
The bloody feud that has been kept anonymous for nearly ten years is finally expected to be avenged.
Even his heart, which had been sharpened like ice by more than ten years of martial arts training and life-and-death battles in Bashan, Shuzhou, could not help but tremble slightly.
He looked up at the sky, looking for the brightest star in the night sky.
When he was a child, his father once told him that death is not terrible.
After death, a person will become one of the stars, hanging high in the night sky, watching over his family and protecting them.
What is really difficult is the people who survive.
For this sentence, he endured the humiliation for nearly ten years!
He wandered around in life-and-death fights every day, honed his martial arts, and finally developed this killing skill!
What’s more, I’ve been waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Tomorrow is a great opportunity for him to show off what he has learned and take revenge!
Li Jibei's eyes moved down from the night sky and landed on the handsome tent, and his eyes trembled a few times.
Then he turned around and left!
At this moment, in the handsome tent, Liu Yu looked at the letter handed over by Li Changkong, with his brows furrowed and a look of worry on his face.
After pondering for a long time, he considered it and said: "If this news is true, it is indeed a huge piece of information."
"But...it's Li Jibei again. He made us miserable during the last witchcraft disaster."
"Do you still believe him this time?"
