Zhang Zhijie's sudden kowtow 'dong dong' sound almost resounded throughout the palace. Many of the ministers saw this Saranite like this, and they all showed gloating and mocking faces.

Seeing this scene, Yingbang also felt a little dilemma. He really didn't know that this Zhang Zhijie would be so determined, and even 'threaten' himself with such a binding mode.

"Zhang Zhijie! I said that Zhang Zhijie! Hey...... You stop...... Stop first!" Ying Bang stared straight at Zhang Zhijie, who was kowtowing.

But Zhang Zhijie will not stop no matter what, and he still has a feeling that he is getting worse and worse. Soon after, there was already a little blood on his forehead, which was due to the excessive force.

Yingbang has become more and more headaches, and he really can't wait to ask someone to pull Zhang Zhijie down. In this way, the Saranites will no longer be in trouble with themselves

"Ask the king to give me another chance, please ask the king to give me another chance!" While kowtowing, Zhang Zhijie's shouting never stopped. It seems that today as long as the king does not agree, he will knock forever and forever.

Ying Bang couldn't take it anymore, and he immediately let out a loud noise, and at the same time made a hard slap on the armrest of the throne, "Enough!

The sound penetrated almost every minister's cochlea, and they lifted their bodies like tigers.

This also included Prime Minister Wenwei, the eldest grandson, who was also not surprised, so he looked at the king on the throne with an incredible gaze.

'More and more kingly!' this is the annotation of the eldest grandson Wenwei to the king.

Yingbang's roar had an effect, Zhang Zhijie did stop kowtowing, and slowly lifted his upper body. The man was in a bad state, with two or three traces of blood left on his forehead and finally dripping onto the ground in front of him.

"National ...... King...... I ......"

"Zhang Zhijie, I think I should have given you enough chance!" Ying Bang directly interrupted his explanation, and his eyes shot a dazzling rage, "Actually, the task given to you is really very simple, you just need to bring back the dying Yang Jiening, then everything will be fine! But what about you? Have you completed such a task that is like giving an opportunity?"

Winbang's head was a little crooked, so much so that he cast his gaze to squint at the situation.

Zhang Zhijie's body twitched again, "Yes...... I'm sorry!King!But please give me another chance! This time I took the initiative to apply for the hardest task, and it doesn't matter if I die! But please don't give up on me! Please! King!" he pleaded with all his might.

But Winbond will certainly not be moved, he has always hated those who make compromises. On the contrary, for those who have always been upright, he uses a kind of natural worship of friendship.

For example, the two former marshals of Salan, Shen Haiteng and Yang Jiening, and Yingbang, were full of admiration. But unfortunately, they were stubborn and stubborn, and they lost their lives.

Yingbang's two hands were clenched into fists, and his teeth were clenched, "Zhang Zhijie! It was your own failure to seize the opportunity that ruined your future!"

"Ahh......h King...... Nope!"

"Just imagine, you can't even complete that kind of task that sends opportunities! How can I entrust you with a more important task?" was full of disdain in Yingbang's tone.

"Yes! How can you leave the task to the Sarans! Isn't this country synonymous with shamelessness?"

"Yes, get this Saranite out!"

The ministers in the rear scolded Zhang Zhijie like falling into a well.

When Zhang Zhijie was still indifferent to the scolding from behind, he still only looked at King Yingbang, "Please, king, give me another chance! I will definitely ...... I will definitely make meritorious deeds!"

Ying Bang's lips tightened, and his head didn't drop a little, "Zhang Zhijie, you have to be clear, it's not that I don't give you a chance." But judging from your performance, that's really ......" He didn't know how to describe it, but the word 'waste' in his heart was still derived from the inside.

"The King...... King Win Bang ......"

"Zhang Zhijie! Let me ask you a question! Yang Jiening was already seriously injured at the beginning! He was about to die! In that case, why did you fail? Logically speaking, you should have brought Yang Jiening's body back! Also, what happened to your body injuries? Yang Jiening was beaten by the seriously injured Yang Jiening?"

Winbond asked the doubts in his heart fluently. He thought that if he was really injured by Yang Jiening, then this so-called genius magician Zhang Zhijie, who was in his thirties and became a master, would be too unworthy of his name.

"No! it wasn't that guy who hurt me!" Zhang Zhijie said, covering her chest with her left hand.

"Oh, it wasn't Yang Jiening who injured him?"

If they were not the only ones injured by the powerful Yang Jiening, wouldn't that mean that Zhang Zhijie was even more wasteful?

"No! It's not Yang Jiening, it's ...... Is it ......" Zhang Zhijie seemed to be in a state of anger, his hand covering his chest was put down, and even clenched into a fist, "Yes...... Yes...... Damn......"

He seemed to have something unspeakable, but Ying Bang didn't bother to continue to pay attention to anything, "Okay! Zhang Zhijie! My meaning is very clear, you better go back and take care of your injuries first!"

"Ah, the king...... I want to go to war with the army, I want to ......."

Zhang Zhijie's words were generally like a stuck rifle, and suddenly stopped. The reason is none other than the fact that the winning state on the throne has already appeared with an extremely impatient look. He also let out a heavy 'um' in a loud voice, and his eyes widened.

Zhang Zhijie's pleading intention was completely extinguished, and he could only hang his head down to vent the loss in his heart.

"Oh, king, will you hear me say a word?"

At this time, the deep and aged voice of the eldest grandson Wenwei sounded again, and he bowed respectfully forward.

Yingbang suddenly walked out of impatience, he returned to the upright sitting posture he should have, and stretched out his hand to signal the prime minister to speak, "Does the eldest grandson have anything to say?"

The eldest grandson Wenwei gave his facial muscles to loosen, which made him smile with a smile, "King! I can understand your anger at Zhang Zhijie! But I think he should be sent to the front-line barracks!"

"Oh?" Ying Bang raised his eyebrows in confusion, and in order to get closer to the eldest grandson Wenwei, his body fell forward again. Of course, his hand was not idle, and his left hand was constantly touching the chin position, "Why did Prime Minister Changsun say this?"

"King, I don't want Zhang Zhijie to make meritorious contributions, but I still think that the army on the front line now needs people like Zhang Zhijie!"

"Hmm, is that so?" Win Bang's eyes began to roll.

"King, you might as well think about it, which country is Zhang Zhijie from?" the eldest grandson Wenwei asked knowingly, and of course he replied afterwards, "He is a Salan!"

At the moment when the eldest grandson Wenwei spoke, Zhang Zhijie, who was kneeling, turned his head and glanced at him. But it was only a short second, and he continued to shrink his body and hang his head.

"What does Prime Minister Eldest Sun want to say?" Ying Bang licked his lips.

The eldest grandson, Wenwei, began his trademark tirade mode, "Since this guy is a Saran, then there must be a gushing out of him! Now that we are about to have a full-scale conflict with Saran, let's not forget that the Sarans who surrender to us must be the biggest bargaining chip available." Think about it, what would it be like to be on the battlefield when the Saran, who were already under a lot of pressure, saw their own people hostile to them on the battlefield?"

"Of course, I hope Zhang Zhijie went for another purpose, which is to warn those Saranites who resist Sauron that what you have done is useless, and surrendering Sauron is the right choice. As a person who knows the times, Zhang Zhijie, a Saran, lives more nourishingly than any other Saran. Then what kind of touch will it have on the soldiers of Saran! At that time, I will also specially arrange for a group of ** to infiltrate the Saran military camp and constantly announce the benefits of surrender. When this happens, do you think those Saran soldiers will continue to resist to the death?

Hearing this, Yingbang's mouth was unconsciously opened. His entire face was also completely stunned, "This...... Prime Minister, your insights are so profound! This really makes me ...... Ahh

He stood up from his throne again, and I don't know how many times he had switched positions.

"Yes! Sure enough, he is worthy of being the patriarch of the two dynasties!"

"The vision of the eldest grandson is long-term!"

There were whispers of discussion from ministers in the rear.

Yingbang, who has always been sharp-eared, can definitely hear this tone, so naturally he can't oppose the old prime minister. Although he still doesn't quite understand the reason why the old prime minister protects this Zhang Zhijie so much. But since they all spoke in person, Winbang must give enough face.

"Prime Minister Changsun! Then do as you say! Immediately arrange for Zhang Zhijie to go to the front line to support!"

The eldest grandson, Wenwei, seemed very satisfied, and he kept nodding slightly and smiling slightly, "Then the old minister has come to thank the king!" he bowed respectfully.

But then, when his waist straightened up again, his face quickly straightened. He shook his head at Zhang Zhijie, who was diagonally lower than him, "Then Zhang Zhijie!

Zhang Zhijie was flattered at the moment, and he immediately kept kowtowing forward, "Ah! Thank you, King, thank you, King Yingbang!"

"Alas, don't thank me!" Ying Bang waved his right arm impatiently, "That's the eldest grandson Prime Minister Bao Bao you! If you want to thank him, you should also thank him!"

"Ahh......h Thank you, Prime Minister Changsun! Thank you, Prime Minister Changsun! I will definitely learn from the pain this time and complete the task properly!" Zhang Zhijie moved his body, and he kowtowed in the direction of the old prime minister next to him.

The eldest grandson, Wenwei, immediately shrank back, "Don't kneel to me! In this palace, only the king deserves to be bowed!" His face was extremely serious.

Zhang Zhijie knew his gaffe, so he turned his body back to the king on the throne.

"Zhang Zhijie! I'll give you another chance for the sake of the old prime minister's face this time! But when you get to the front line, if you don't behave well, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Ying Bang and Zhang Zhijie below looked at each other.

To say that the distance between the throne and the ministers under the steps is not too far, but the domineering spirit of Sauron, the king of the winning state, burned into the hearts of everyone in the palace.

Zhang Zhijie gasped several times with his trembling body, "I know this! Thank you king! Thank you king!"

"Zhang Zhijie, after you arrive at the front line, you must give full play to your characteristics as a Saran and complete the tasks that belong to you, do you know?"

"Got it!"

Looking at Zhang Zhijie's current excited appearance, Yingbang didn't plan to say anything more. Moreover, this early court meeting seemed to be much longer than before, so he had decided to dismiss the meeting.

But just as he was about to make a final summary, the eldest grandson Wenwei spoke again.

"By the way, the king, there's something the old minister wants to report again!"

The old prime minister's opening Ying Bang never dared to slack off, he immediately straightened his arm, and together with the five fingers that were close together, he went straight to the eldest grandson Wenwei, "Oh, does the eldest grandson have anything else to say?

"King! Just now we all agreed that this conflict with Saran must be resolved quickly!, so I think we should also send a general who can take charge of himself to the front!"

"Oh, Vice Marshal Guan Yunlong?" Ying Bang recalled the general's life a little in his mind.

General Guan Yunlong is already over eighty years old, and he belongs to the absolute old man in the army. At the same time, even though he has reached the age of antiquity, the level of a master swordsman has not aged a little. There have been many young generals who don't know how to raise to challenge, and they have all been beaten all over the ground looking for teeth.

Therefore, his rush to the front line to win the state will naturally not oppose anything. But there is one point that Yingbang is still quite scruples about considering that he is older, if he goes to face the intensity of the battlefield, is it a little too cruel?

Winbang was momentarily in thought, wondering if there were any other candidates.

"King! General Guan Yunlong has been asking me for instructions! He thinks that the government sent Marshal Lian instead of him a few days ago, which has already made Vice Marshal Guan a little dissatisfied. Since he took the initiative this time, the old minister thinks that we can't hurt the enthusiasm of this old general again! Besides, there is another very important point. Since we want to quickly transfer our troops and horses to the front, it is necessary to choose the closest and most reliable. Guan Yunlong's 20,000 troops were stationed not far outside Shengyang City. The old minister thinks he is the best candidate!"

Listening to the tone, it seemed to be an order, rather than a sincere discussion! Ying Bang glanced at the eldest grandson Wenwei slightly. However, since the old prime minister has already used this confirmation tone, Yingbang can't object to anything.

"Well, the eldest grandson is right! So...... Just go and summon General Guan and inform him and his 20,000 troops to go to the front line together! Ah! That's right! And Zhang Zhijie, you will personally inform him, and then you will go to the front line with him to support, do you know?"

Zhang Zhijie immediately pushed his fist-hugging hand forward with enthusiasm, "Got it! Thank you, King!"

After Ying Bang nodded his head forward, he slowly stood up, "Okay! This matter is settled! Do the other ministers have any proposals to talk about?"

After the king made an inquiry, silence swept through the palace.

Seeing this, Yingbang took a deep breath, "Then since there are no opinions, this morning meeting will be over!

Although he said this, his tone did not mean to apologize. Naturally, those ministers would not be stupid enough to echo anything, but simply continue to be silent.

"Okay! I hereby announce that this morning meeting is officially over, what should you do, do you still do it! That's it!" Ying Bang straightened up. However, just as he was about to leave, he still looked at the eldest grandson Wenwei.

Under the nod and confirmation of the old prime minister, Ying Bang dared to officially leave the palace.

Ying Bang chose to walk directly to the red carpet, and after passing the gaze of the ministers in the surrounding two rows, he finally walked out of the palace.

"This time...... I will definitely be able to defeat the kingdom of Saran!" even though he stepped out of the threshold of the palace, he did not forget to think about this in his heart.

And after the king officially left, the ministers' expressions were much more relaxed. They began to talk to each other again, all about the conflict with Saran.

"Zhang Zhijie, just get up!" the eldest grandson Wenwei nodded at the kneeling Zhang Zhijie.

Zhang Zhijie stood up immediately after hearing this, but when he stood side by side with the eldest grandson, he still tried to shrink his neck as much as possible, so that there was no feeling of the two of them standing together.

"That's enough! What are you doing with me! I've opened my mouth to protect you, do you think I'm going to reprimand you for anything?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction of the eldest grandson, Zhang Zhijie immediately nodded in confusion, "Ah! yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! The favor of the prime minister, I will never forget it!"

"Okay! Don't talk about sycophants, you just need to complete the task well!"

"Got it! Prime Minister!"

"But then again, you really disappointed me this time, it was a great opportunity for you, but you didn't even grasp it! You can't even deal with the seriously injured and dying Yang Jiening, and you still make your body look like this!"

"Ahh......h

"I think you should heal your injuries first, and then think about how to contribute! By the way, just now the king also asked you to personally inform Guan Yunlong, so why are you still staying here? Don't you do something?" The eyes of the eldest grandson Wenwei showed the gaze in his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhijie immediately bent down, he said 'yes, yes', and walked directly towards the outside of the palace.

Watching this Saran man leave, the expression of the eldest grandson Wenwei was a little intriguing.