The sound of wheels stops, outside the east gate of Huangcheng, the smoke and dust are like the dense fog in the early morning and fill the four fields, less than a few acres, the smoke and dust are dispersed, but see the dust everywhere, a spear goes straight into the blue sky like a mountain forest, under the spear, the carriages are lined up in a neat line like standing in a military posture, such as the towering mountains, and there is no end in sight.

The chariot of the Chu State has long enjoyed a good reputation in Dongmaru, after several generations of transformation, the chariot cavalry at this moment is like a war machine, not only the horses pulling the carriage are fully armed, but even the wheels of the carriage are designed with iron hooks, so that the enemy soldiers who try to approach can think before charging into battle, and before such a huge military capacity is discharged, so that the soldiers of the hostile three kingdoms are not afraid of it.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being the country of ten thousand times, it seems that the state of Chu can dominate the southern country, and it is not just by the power of the Xiaoxiang Sect!" Seeing such a strict military appearance, even Mr. Bao, the middle-aged pianist next to General Li of Jinling, was not amazed.

General Li, who was beside the middle-aged pianist, was just about to make a rebuttal, but he heard the sound of the horn in the middle of the Chu army, and saw that in the chariot cavalry army, several carriages in the front row moved forward slowly, and the sound of the carriage unconsciously made the three armies of the opponent look nervous, but he saw the number of carriages in the front row scattered in all directions, and in a moment, a carriage driven by horses slowly marched out of the formation, the carriage was gorgeously decorated, the roof of the carriage was supported by a canopy, and the curtain of the carriage was opened, and a burly middle-aged man stood proudly on the carriage.

"Could this be the legendary Eighth Prince?" Ye Xianglun, who was imprisoned in the prison car, heard the sergeant next to him whispering.

"See Brother Eight Emperors!" Seeing the battle in front of him, Mi Taishou, who was standing in the camp of the Huangcheng Army, first leaned down to worship.

"See the Eighth Prince!"

"See the Eighth Prince!"

After seeing Mi Taishou worship, General Shousu of Huangcheng County and Sergeant Yunyun outside the city knelt down at the same time, and for a while, there was a black oppression outside Huangcheng.

"All the ministers are flat, everyone is working hard to defend the city, and when he wins, everyone should be rewarded!" The middle-aged man waved his sleeves and motioned for everyone to get up.

"Thank you, Eighth Prince!"

After everyone got up, Ye Xianglun noticed that this middle-aged man wearing armor weighed nearly 100 catties in heavy armor alone, and if he added the dark halberd, he might be heavier than his own weight.

"It seems that this Eighth Prince is not a pampered golden dragon sparrow, but I don't know if he will protect him, an unsuccessful child. Ye Xianglun guessed while looking at the Danyang army.

"Daddy, save the child! The child is wronged!" Ye Xianglun's eyes had just locked, and he heard the shouts of Mi Mou from the Danyang army.

"Huh?" his gaze returned to the Eighth Prince, because the piano master's ears and eyes were sensitive to ordinary people, Ye Xianglun could clearly see that after the Eighth Prince heard the call for help from afar, his face only sank slightly, and he gestured to the chariot in front of him, and then, the carriage slowly turned, and after the wheels stopped, the four horses pulling the canopy tent just happened to face the tripartite army in the north of Huangcheng.

"Old friends of Gusu, Jinling, and Danyang, Mi is so polite!" As he spoke, the eighth prince on the canopy car tent bowed his hand to the three armies to the north one by one, making a fan-shaped gesture, his eyes were awe-inspiring, but he did not stay in the Danyang army that imprisoned his beloved son.

"Lord Mi, don't come so much, I waited for the three armies to come to fight Chu, not to ask you for wine!" The voice came from the easternmost army, and Ye Xianglun expected that it should be the army of the Gusu State that he had never met.

"Hahaha, who else did I say, it turned out that the nephew personally supervised the army, and the father of the Ru family is in good health?"

"Don't bother the prince, when this general came, it was my father who personally sent me out of the country!" Ye Xianglun noticed that the man who spoke was about his early thirties, and although he was not burly, he was quite strong, especially the strength that leaked between his eyebrows, and he was not a good character to talk to.

"This king has not visited the king of Gusu for more than ten years since he was appointed as the pastor of Zhuzhou, and he misses it very much, and now he hears that the king of Gusu is in good health, and this king is relieved!"

"Since the eighth prince is worried, after the state of Chu is broken, the little nephew will personally put on your hand and apologize to your father!" After speaking, the young general laughed heartily as if he had won.

"Hahaha!" Hearing the young general's banter, the soldiers of the three armies laughed at the same time.

Ye Xianglun deliberately observed the demeanor of the eighth prince, and found that the middle-aged general heard the offense of his junior, his face only changed slightly, and then he showed a smile like a spring breeze.

"Great Chu and Gusu are the same as the Mi clan, every Qingming sacrifice to the same ancestor, when the East Pill was sealed, my Mi clan opened up the territory to expand the territory to have the grand occasion of the southern kingdom today, the dispute between Dachu and Gusu, nothing more than the territory of Jiangyin, the king has repeatedly advised my king before the expedition, to protect the harmony of the Mi clan, the king has also promised, the territory of Jiangyin three thousand miles east and west, all returned to the Gusu country, now the southern Hou country is nearly a hundred, and our Mi orthodoxy is few, in such a bloodline time, the virtuous nephew must not take into account the clan originThe Eighth Prince said in an impassioned manner.

"Three thousand miles of territory in Jiangyin?!"

Hearing the promise of the Eighth Prince, the sergeant of Gusu State instantly began to discuss.

You must know that Jiangyin is located in the north of the Yellow Mountains, the land is fertile, a horse and a flat river, is an extremely rich land, this place is bounded by the Huaiyin River, the north is owned by Gusu, and the south is under the jurisdiction of Chu, but in recent years, the Huaiyin River has been constantly diverted, due to the division of the river in advance, under the continuous disputes, resulting in the loss of nearly half of the land in the Jiangyin area of the Gusu State, the original people of the Gusu State were displaced so that the people were not able to make a living, and the Gusu State also formed a feud with the Chu State.

Now, the whole country of Gusu is attacking, it is nothing more than to regain the land that originally belonged to him, but the eighth prince has turned all the land of Jiangyin for three thousand miles into Gusu, which is a great temptation for Gusu country, Gusu country has always been based on seafood and agricultural trade as the pillar, and Jiangyin is rich in these, if you can really return Jiangyin to Gusu, Gusu country can live alone in the Huaiyin River fortress, and even directly monopolize the entire seafood market, then for Gusu country, the national strength can almost double the rise, and I can't help but Gusu sergeant not excited。

"Empty promises, ghosts believe that if you get thousands of miles of land without a fight, my Gusu country deserves it!" Although the prince of Gusu immediately refused, Ye Xianglun could still sense his heartbeat from his tone.

"Hahaha, the territory of Great Chu is vast but the terrain is thousands, Jiangyin is isolated by the Yellow Mountains, it is already a place outside the world, if the Chu State continues to live, not only the town is guarded and the troops are wasted, and the war for many years also costs the people and money, the king made this decision, but also to make a friendship with the blood and blood, before the expedition, my king is to make a draft contract, as long as the nephew signs the contract, the three thousand miles of land in Jiangyin can be owned by Gusu, why should the nephew lose the army and waste the national wealth?" After speaking, the eighth prince gestured to the guards beside him, and after the soldiers received the order, they immediately presented a piece of yellow silk brocade cloth in front of him.

The eighth prince held the yellow silk brocade cloth in his hand, let go of his hand, and displayed the contract full of handwriting in front of everyone, he stood on the carriage and horse, and said in an indifferent tone: "Do you want to see the nephew?"

As soon as the words came out, hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes of the army gathered on the young general, and Ye Xianglun noticed that General Wuling Li of the three armies was clenched tightly at the moment, making a look of resentment, but the young general of Gusu State was silent.

"Huh?"

Seeing this, the eighth prince waved his big hand, sat down and sat down with a cavalry lieutenant to understand, and rode his horse towards the Gusu army with a yellow silk cloth in his hand.

In the face of the cavalry captain of the Great Chu State riding a horse, the three armies did not make any moves, the two countries did not fight to make a decision, this is a convention in the book of war, a row of horse troops in front of the Gusu army looked at the cavalry captain coming, handed over the yellow silk satin cloth to the hands of the young general, and watched the captain leave.

By the time the lieutenants returned to the Great Chu camp, the young general of Gusu had already finished reading the contract drawn up on the yellow silk cloth, and at this moment he closed the contract and let out a long breath, as if he was making a difficult decision.

"Don't be fooled by his lies, don't forget the agreement between our three kingdoms!" General Li of the Jinling Army saw that the young general of the Gusu Army was silent, reined in the restless horses that sat down, and shouted admonishment.

Seeing this, Ye Xianglun in the prisoner car looked back at the eighth prince in the Great Chu army, and saw the eighth prince smiling, as if he was in his chest, and he looked at the eighth prince differently.

Sure enough, the young general pondered for a while, sighed and said, "In this matter, the little nephew can't be the master, and he needs to report to his father!"

After speaking, the young general ordered the clerk to take a pen and paper, write quickly on the rice paper, and after a while, hand over the written letter to the clerk, wrap it in an envelope, and hand it over to a sentry with a yellow silk contract, and instructed him to send it to Gusu National Middle School with an expedited ride.

After the sentry cavalry received the order, a puff of horses' hooves kicked up dust and disappeared from everyone's sight.

It turned out that this yellow silk satin cloth was not just written as a contract, but also analyzed the situation in Gusu with the tone of a clan, aiming to tell the monarch of Gusu that the gains in the use of troops outweighed the losses, and although the young general was vigorous, he was still a little rational in the face of the country's righteousness.

"The senior nephew has just offended, I hope the eighth emperor uncle will not be surprised, the little nephew hereby promises that before the letter from the father, the Gusu country will never send a single soldier!" After the letter was sent, the young general changed his previous arrogance and arrogance, and suddenly became humble.

"In order to be brave, the nephew can not only lead the army, but also think about the country in the face of major events, and there is a successor to the Gusu Kingdom!" My Great Chu and Danyang are thousands of miles away, during which there are countless small vassals, the dispute between Great Chu and Danyang is nothing more than the ownership of these vassal countries, my king knows that Danyang is rich and strong, and some of the original vassal countries of Great Chu belong to Danyang, which was originally the direction of the people, but the Great Chu State relies on these vassal countries as trade routes, and asks for shopping materials from Danyang State, so as to continue to force these small countries to submit to it, if our two countries negotiate on the spot, the small countries in the western mountains of Chu should be set up as a trade channel, and Danyang and Great Chu business travel can pass freely？”

In Danyang State, both officials and businessmen and the people know that the biggest trade flow of Danyang is Chu State, Danyang is rich, a large part of the reason is the flow of funds of Chu State, Danyang and Chu State are enemies, which is equivalent to cutting off their jobs, although the Eastern Expedition Danyang Army is under the threat of vassal countries, but its real idea is to open the channel for the country, as for the hegemony of the southern country, Danyang from the courtiers to the people actually do not have much desire, but since Wu Mu entered Danyang, the monarch has been deeply bewitched by it, in fact, the Danyang Shi clan has been secretly against this matter。

In addition, most of the soldiers who were recruited this time were already old and weak, and they didn't want to work hard in the army, so since the statement of the eighth prince, the army has been talking about it non-stop.

Seeing that the commander of the Danyang army was silent for a while, the eighth prince turned his words around, and pointed his spearhead directly at Jinling in the center and said: "And the real enemy of Great Chu is only Jinling!

"I'm afraid that this eighth prince has forgotten that his son is still in the Danyang prison car!" Ye Xianglun laughed in his heart when he saw that the eighth prince turned a blind eye to his son who was begging in the Danyang army.

"Eighth prince, I'm afraid you have forgotten something, my third son of Danyang was killed by your son, how to calculate this account?" The leader of Danyang saw that he did not say a word about the matter of the third son of his country, but mocked.