Huan Zicheng handed the page to the dumb slave and said lightly: "You can keep it." Again, it's safer to put it here than it is to put it with me. After a pause, his voice became more and more cold: "Tell Mo San that I will respond to his request, let him pay attention to the movements over there at any time, and no matter what changes there are, he needs to inform me immediately." ”

"No." The dumb slave responded, took the paper and carefully put it into his arms, but there was a bit of worry on his face, and he said hesitantly: "Lord, that Mo Clan's mechanism array is very powerful, lord...... Does it have to be so? ”

Huan Zicheng brushed his sleeves, as if to brush away the invisible dust, and said unhurriedly: "The three surnames of Jiang, Zhou, and Du are 13,000 elites, plus the imperial court soldiers, auxiliary soldiers, chariots, baggage, etc., a total of 70,000 or 80,000 people and horses, just with my Huan surname, I can't eat a bite at all." As he spoke, he pursed his lips and said meaningfully: "That Stonehenge, if I don't waste a single soldier, I can wipe it all out." ”

The dumb slave's brows furrowed, the expression on his face became more and more worried, and he said in a low voice: "Although this plan is good, if Zhao Gou wins the battle, wouldn't it be even more rampant?" Wouldn't you even more ignore my Da Chen? ”

"The arrogant soldiers will be defeated, and they will be strong with Qike." Huan Zicheng said calmly: "Fighting head-on with Zhao ** Ma, my Huan clan's 10,000 elites are enough." However, if you can't sweep away these ants in the rear, who are dragging their feet, making small moves, and even trying to trap our Huan clan to death, how can there be a chance to win in front of the battle? ”

At this point, he turned his eyes to look at the gold-lettered plaque, and his face became solemn: "I want the four words of 'filial piety and righteousness in the world', spread throughout the Three Kingdoms, and shock the Central Plains!" ”

At that moment, the momentum on his body suddenly overwhelmed the mountains and seas, and the grass and trees lost their color, the kind of momentum that looked down on the world and stood out from the crowd, without the need to be swords-rattling, let alone disappearance, just a word, it was already like a storm, sweeping towards the four fields.

The dumb slave was stunned at first, then looked at him with a relieved face, a look of joy and sincerity surged in the depths of his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "I, I am willing to saddle the horse with the lord and sweep the world for the lord!" ”

When Huan Zicheng heard this, the momentum on his body was retracted, and he returned to his original plainness, and said slowly: "With the words of the dumb uncle, I am relieved." ”

The dumb slave treated him with a kind heart of the elders looking at the younger generations, and when he saw him say this, a trace of worry appeared on his face again, and he said: "It is for the sake of the lord's plan, and the lord should also be careful." Mo Sanqi is extremely cunning, and his words cannot be trusted. ”

"I know." Huan Zicheng said, but the expression on his face did not change at all: "Since moving to the Grange, I sent Lu Zong to Zhao State, and there are six ghost generals led by the green ghost, all of whom are under the dispatch of Lu Zong. Namo San's every move is in my palm. ”

Hearing this, the dumb slave seemed to be relieved, and a smile appeared on his honest face: "The lord has arranged it properly, so I can rest assured." ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly changed his complexion slightly, looked up at the front, and said, "The person the lord is waiting for is here, and I will go to greet him." ”

"Not necessarily." Huan Zicheng immediately stopped him, his face was very indifferent: "With his identity, he can't be greeted by a big country in person." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the dumb slave, and on his face that was usually cold, Huer seemed to have a very rich continuation, and said slowly: "In my heart, in this world, no one can match the dumb uncle." ”

"Lang Jun is serious." The dumb slave said in a deep voice, his voice was a little hoarse, and his honest face was full of love: "I watched Lang Jun grow up, and in my heart, Lang Jun is also the heaviest." ”

That's it.

The corners of Huan Zicheng's lips rarely curved out, and he looked at the tall figure of the dumb slave.

At that moment, in front of his eyes, the scene of the night of the fall of Huan Mansion seemed to emerge again.

He will never forget that in the array of guns laid by the Golden Imperial Guard, the dumb slave was poisoned by strange poison and had iron arrows stuck in his back, but he rushed to his side again and again, and was again and again resisted by the tips of countless spears.

The flickering torch and lantern illuminated the unwillingness and pathos on the face of this great power, and the emotion was so strong that it seemed to want to destroy the world. And his red eyes burned like flames, as if they wanted to burn every inch of his body to ashes.

Huan Zicheng rarely thinks about the scene of that night, because every time he thinks about it, his heart will always burn unbearably, as if the flames in the eyes of the tiger are burning his heart.

If it weren't for saving him, with the skills of a dumb slave, he would still be able to escape. But he refused to escape alone, and he must take the child he grew up with him.

Huan Zicheng closed his eyes slightly.

In this life, this great power will never succumb to the hands of Xiao Xiao again.

He will become a brave general, a legend of a generation, the brightest and most dazzling name in the history books, and a hero in the mouths of the people of later generations, instead of dying in the conspiracy and calculation of some people.

"Someone is coming." The mute slave's voice suddenly sounded, waking up Huan Zicheng, who was immersed in memories.

When he opened his eyes, he saw two people walking in front of him, and then he heard Meng Zong's loud voice: "Lord, I brought Su Xiaozi over." ”

Huan Zicheng was stunned by this voice, and immediately almost lost his laughter.

actually called Su Changling, the world's number one strategist in his previous life, Su Xiaozi, and Meng Zong's temper was as direct as ever.

However, it was fortunate that Meng Zong's words made Huan Zicheng quickly withdraw from the past and focus on the present.

At this moment, Su Changling was full of wry smiles.

It's not okay if you don't smile bitterly.

Tell me, he is a big living person, and he is also the most elegant and well-behaved strategist, but he was carried over like a sack, do you think he can not smile bitterly?

Fortunately, Meng Zong had already put him down in front, and at this time, he saw the short and fat old man spitting into the palm of his hand, just like the coolie carrying a big bag on the dock, beating his waist and sighing: "The old man is really old, and he can't carry the fat man." ”

Su Changling's face, which had always been calm and steady, instantly swelled with embarrassment.

Recently, he has had a comfortable life, and he has indeed grown some meat. However, he will not admit the title of fat man when he dies.

How could he be fat? How bad is the scenery?

"Servant, not fat." He gritted his teeth and popped three words out of his mouth, and fanned his face with his sleeve.

Martial artists are rude, and a word can make people half dead.

Meng Zong didn't say anything, just glanced at him with a look of "Are you fat or not, don't you have points yet", and then retreated.

Su Changling was almost angry.

Who are these people, and they are still unreasonable?