Yinglie walked over, knelt down on one knee at his side, bowed his head, and said, "Lord Wang." ”

Murong Canghai withdrew his gaze and looked at him, "What's the matter?" ”

"Lord Wang, the last general pleads, the last general will be the marshal in the Great Zhou War." Yinglie said.

"Yinglie." Murong Canghai shouted his name, with a warning in his tone.

Ying Lie lowered his head and said, "Lord Wang, according to the report of the spies, in this battle, Prince Zhou will personally lead the army to the battle, and the last general is worried that if the prince kills Prince Zhou with his own hands, I am afraid that the third lady will ...... will resent His Highness for this. ”

"Didn't you always hope that she wouldn't have any entanglements with this king? Aren't you afraid that she will affect my determination to go west? Now that I am leading the army myself, it is not better for her to hate me, but it is as you want. As he said this, Murong Canghai took off his mask, and his evil and arrogant face exuded a chill.

Ying Lie looked at him, under the moonlight, he was like a god descending from the sky, and the black robe floated high with the wind, making a rustling sound.

"But, I don't want the prince to suffer in the future!" In the moonlight, his eyes sparkled! He just doesn't want his king to be gone!

"The battle to unify the Seven Kingdoms is imperative, you don't have to say anything more." Murong Canghai turned his face away, and there was some incomprehensible emotion in his dark eyes.

Yinglie didn't say anything anymore, but he became more and more worried in his heart.

Ten days later, the flames of war in Great Qin burned on the border of the Great Zhou as scheduled, and the peace that the Great Zhou Dynasty had maintained for decades was broken.

At the top of the court, everyone was in danger and was divided into two factions, one in favor of sending troops to confront, and the other in favor of reconciliation.

Xuanyuan Qiche, the crown prince of Zhou, denounced the reconciliation faction in the court, and even asked the emperor to personally lead the army to the expedition.

The general Liang Wendao fell in the Empress Dowager Incident and was sentenced to the Nine Clans, and all his subordinates related to him were punished together.

The 100,000 soldiers and horses of the emperor took advantage of the situation to take it back, but the soldiers did not have a completely convinced general, Su Yueming entered the palace and suggested that the emperor said that now, it is just this opportunity to hand over the military power to the prince, so that the prince will not need to be placed in the hands of people when he ascends the throne in the future, and he will keep the foundation of the Great Zhou.

The emperor thought about it again and again, and finally adopted Su Yueming's opinion, so the crown prince had the power of the 100,000 army.

Outside the Dragon Gate, the prince held a halberd, dressed in a silver uniform, standing on a tall jujube red horse, he was so handsome that everything in heaven and earth was discolored.

Behind him, there are thousands of troops!

This battle, whether it is life or death, he has long been out of the way.

All the civil and military officials were present, and the emperor also saw him off in person. He raised the big bowl in his hand, looked around at the people below, and said-

"I wish the army a successful start and return to Beijing as soon as possible!"

Although he was not in good health, he still drank the liquor in the bowl and was arrogant!

"Long live Da Zhou! Long live the Emperor! Long live Da Zhou! Long live the Emperor! The tsunami-like sound of the mountain seemed to break through the sky and reach the top of the clouds.

The halberd in the prince's hand pointed high into the air, and his eyes radiated a blazing light.

"Drumming!"

The high-pitched voice of the ceremonial officer sounded loudly, and then, the raindrop-like drums smashed on the land of Shenzhou like endless thunder, making people feel an unprecedented sense of tension and depression.

The soldiers shouted and shouted, and their morale was high. ,