Eastern Region, the northern border of Yan State.
Inside the warm tent.
"Those beasts from Chu State actually want to rebel? Bastards!" Yan Hou raised his hand in anger, and the wind of his palm smashed an empty wine jar next to him.
"I am guarding the border here. Those heartless people dare to rebel!" Yan Hou breathed out heavily, "Damn it! If I survive this time, I will definitely Go south and chop off the head of that King of Chu!"
"Marquis Yan, calm down. Seeing that your fate is approaching, it's better to decide what's going on before going to behead you." Marigold Pao reminded, "If the Marquis has any orders, just say so."
Marquis Yan looked at the linen robe, turned his head and exhaled, as if he wanted to spit out all his resentment, then turned his eyes back and said solemnly: "Sir, I have never asked you to divert the people. I have Faith protects them. This is their homeland. If they can’t leave, how many people are willing to leave?”
Marquis Yan stood up and looked to the north, as if through the warm tent, he saw the galloping northern army. "But this time my opponent is Da Ming, and I really have no confidence. Sir, you said that you are good at moving, so I'll leave it to you."
"I will definitely live up to the entrustment of the Marquis!" Hepao immediately stood up and responded.
"Do you know why I support the 'Kyushu Plan' so much?" Marquis Yan asked, "Without a war, we can open up a new Kyushu unified by fate. This is what I look forward to. I have fought with the Northern Territory for so many years. Let’s deal with it. I understand very well: there is no good in such a thing as war!”
"What a pity! Heaven is not willing to do what people want! When the fate of the Qin State was about to be completely taken back, the Crusaders came to kill; when the fate of the Yan State was about to be completely taken back, the great fate came to kill." Marquis Yan Step by step out of the curtain, the figure looked so lonely. "When the Crusaders came, the wise man blocked them. But now, the wise man is unable to do what he wants, and the saint is in seclusion to recuperate, and he is in charge of the overall situation. It is up to me to stop the fate."
Marquis Yan seemed to have forgotten the linen robe and walked out on his own.
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Eastern region, Sophora Valley.
"This kid! He's being willful again!" The old man in linen robe shook his head, thought for a moment, and sighed softly. "That's all, let him be."
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Marquis Yan climbed onto the deserted city wall and looked into the distance with his qi-gazing technique. At the speed of the southern expedition, it probably won't take half a day to arrive.
He took off the spear from his back, held it in his right hand, and gently brushed away the white snow on the surface with his left hand. Feeling the sharpness of the gun tip, he closed his eyes.
How long has it been since you felt this feeling?
Heavy snow, cold wind, loneliness.
One person, one shot, is a whole world.
In front of him is the death spear. After death, is the wish for health.
Everyone is destined to die, but how many people are truly not afraid of death? Marquis Yan asked himself, he was not!
But human life should not be as light as a feather, but should appear to be as light as a feather, but be as heavy as a mountain.
Although the wind is cold, the ambition is warm. Since Da Ming wants to conquer the Yan Kingdom, he must first step over his corpse!
Marquis Yan seemed to have turned into a sculpture, standing there quietly. Slowly, the white snow turned into a thin blanket, covering him gently.
When the eunuchs under the city wall saw this scene, they were extremely anxious. Wartime is approaching. If something goes wrong with the coach, what should we do? But it was difficult for Mr. Su to stop them from going up.
Hemp Robe looked into the distance through the wind and snow. After a rapid march, the Southern Expeditionary Army had now arrived at the junction of the southern border of the Northern Territory and the northern border of the Yan Kingdom, and was resting in place.
Next comes the real bloody storm.
