"Youhou." Daming smiled gloomily, "Are you ready?"
"Subordinate..." Youhou saw Da Ming approaching and responded quickly, "Ready, take command and go out immediately!"
"Hey!" Daming frowned, "You are in charge, so what am I going to do?"
"Isn't it fate?"
"Da Ming! Your horse!" The servant on the side took a horse.
When Youhou heard the sound, he went and saw the horse.
Its fur exudes a faint golden light in the sun; its limbs are slender and powerful; its eyes are as deep as a lake.
This horse belongs only to fate.
Da Ming stroked the BMW's hair happily, and the horse rubbed him affectionately.
After fitting the saddle, Da Ming got on the horse, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and raised it high to the sky.
"Today, I have a great destiny to conquer in person! Where is Your Marquis?"
"My subordinate is here!"
"Go with the team!"
"Follow the order!"
"Where is Zuohou?"
"My subordinate is here!"
"Stay in the royal court and take charge of daily life!"
"Follow the order!"
"Where are the various ministers?"
"I'm waiting!!!"
"Leave part of the team to return to defense, and leave the rest to Youhou to go out with the team!"
"Follow the order!"
Questions and answers were heard, completely cutting through the night on the grassland.
I don't know how long it took, but the troops were already in formation. I don’t know how long it took, but the sun came out.
Da Ming once again raised his machete and pointed at the sun that had just risen from the southeast.
"Where are the heroes of the Northern Territory?"
"I'm waiting!!!"
"No victory, no return!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Horses galloping together, the southern march is about to begin!
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Eastern Region, the northern border of Yan State.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Ha!" Marquis Yan sat up all of a sudden, took two rough breaths, and looked outside the curtain through the cracks in the curtain. At this time, it seemed that the sky had just brightened, and someone was walking around the curtain.
Marquis Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next second, his eyes became bright. He quietly got out of bed, slowly pulled out the knife hidden under the pillow, and moved slowly towards the curtain. When he was still some distance away from the curtain, he stopped and stared at a shadow that kept wandering around his curtain - it stopped.
Marquis Yan slowly raised the knife to chest level, preparing to kill the man as soon as he came in!
As a result, the shadow did not come in, but stood at the door, and a voice came out:
"Marquis Yan, if you can't stand up any longer, Beiyu will really come and kill you!"
It's Mr. Su's voice! Marquis Yan lowered his guard and replied: "According to what you said, even if I get up, they will still come and kill me."
A small gadget flew in from the gap in the curtain. At first, Marquis Yan thought it was something weird, but after taking a closer look, he found that it was a chess piece, with a vague Taoist meaning belonging to that person on it.
"Marquis Yan should wash up and come out as soon as possible. Some things have been done in advance. Although it can't prevent the Northern Territory from coming, at least it won't let them come." The last sentence seemed to have a linguistic error, but Marquis Yan understood what it meant. So he quietly put the knife down.
"I watched the stars last night and found that there was some restlessness in the Northern Territory. I woke up this morning and managed to do some calculations with the help of a small amount of purple air at sunrise." Although Marquis Yan did not come out, Ma Pao believed that he could hear it, so He continued: "This time the Northern Territory has used sixty-seven out of ten of its resources, and it is led by a big shot."
"Big shot? Are there any big shots in the Northern Territory? Zuohou is one, but he is too old! So... Youhou? Or... Left and Right Wise King?" Yanhou asked while putting on his clothes.
I was dressed, but there was still no response at the door. But the shadow seems to be still there. Marquis Yan walked over and opened the outer curtain, and a beam of morning light shone on Marquis Yan's face. Marquis Yan, who was still in the dark just now, had not yet adapted, and was shaken by the dazzling sunlight.
Suddenly, Marquis Yan understood something. I asked so many questions just now, but Mr. Su next to me has never expressed his position. I'm afraid it's not that Mr. Su doesn't know the answer, but that he said it wrong!
If this is the case, then wouldn't it be the only remaining big shot in the Northern Territory who still has the power to lead troops and yet makes Mr. Su fearful... Thinking of this, Marquis Yan couldn't help but clenched the curtains in his hands, and his expression became more solemn than ever before.
The sunlight in front of him seemed less dazzling, but Yan Hou already had the answer in his heart.
The real opponent is obviously: the highest authority in the Northern Territory - Daming!
