South of the west county, at the foot of Dingjun Mountain.

The Zhou Shu army roared angrily, wielding their shields and waving their knives, like two torrents of steel, slamming together, after a loud bang, there was blood splashing, human heads flying, there were severed limbs dancing, the sound of slashing made the Han water change color, and the screams made the mountains shrink in fear......

The mountain wind whistled and whimpered.

The fierce battle is coming, the general is still dead in a hundred battles, how can the strong man return safely.

The war drums rumbled, but it was Han Baozheng who was beating the drums himself, his white beard fluttering, and his blood was full of blood.

However......

One blow, and then the decline......

The pioneer general, who was full of expectations, once again lived up to his reputation as the first pioneer in Shu, and in the face of Shi Jinde's fierce death, Li Jin ...... Flinched.

Although he vowed to be ashamed of defeat and to regain the glory of the past, in the forest of knives and guns, in the flesh and blood, the cowardice that had been suppressed was poured with blood-red slurry, but it drilled out like a poisonous snake, firmly controlling his nerves and directing his steps......

Step back.

"Guts fool!" Han Baozheng was furious, abandoned the drumstick, and pulled the knife out of the sheath: "All the soldiers, follow the old man to kill ......"

How can you retreat from such a vicious battle?

As a martial artist, how dare you spare your life?

He personally led two thousand armor soldiers to rush out of the village. As soon as he took over the battle, he slashed down a soldier, grabbed the short-handled battle axe, and then smashed the axe, killing one step at a time.

The old man naturally knows how to fight with the least effort, he greedily breathes in the smell of fresh blood, and the scenery in front of him gradually turns red......

How many years have there been no such hearty wars, it seems that after entering Shu, there are few sword soldiers, peace and joy, but a few years have passed.

He stepped forward step by step, his mouth shouting and fighting, and the monstrous battle intent contained endless anger.

This anger was directed at Zhou Jun, against Li Jun, and even more so at the benevolent monarch.

Speaking of which, it is a rare Ming monarch today, and after only a few years of pro-government, he can govern the country of Shu and the people will be safe, and every family will have surplus food...... It's a pity that there is more than kindness, lack of fortitude, and good women, today's Yizhou is full of luxury.

It's a pity, I can't persuade it, no one can persuade it.

At that time, he was the only one who died in the draft girl, and he was the only one who finished the painful presentation according to his old qualifications, and the minister of civil and military affairs over there killed him with idiotic eyes, and the saint was accommodating the words......

What was accepted was the fortunate words of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs.

Alas, the emperor's dying will was abandoned in an instant, and sorrow can rejuvenate the country, and Yiyu can die.

He exhaled a cloudy breath and swung his knife and axe.

The earth suddenly shook violently, followed by a shout that resounded through the sky, and in his busy schedule, he turned his head to look left, but saw dozens of military flags against the Zhou Dynasty coming like a mountain......

"Marshal, the main force of the enemy army has arrived!"

"Retreat."

Han Baozheng's face was full of unwillingness, he had turned his passivity into initiative, and he was suppressing it step by step, but it was a pity. He slammed his axe through the head of the armorer on the other side, ready to pull back as the red and white splashed.

However, the reinforcements arrived, the victory was in sight, and the Zhou army could not allow him to retreat, and immediately pasted it like glue, raising swords and guns together, firmly locking the tiger who broke into the battle like a sharp arrow.

"Kill ......"

"Kill!"

When the husband dies, he dies.

Han Bao Zhenglai didn't regret rushing to kill Taiqian, so he had to roar angrily, the swords and axes fell together, splitting the enemy and breaking the spear, blood splashed, and drenched his head and face, but Dou Luan didn't know when it had fallen off, and his gray hair was extremely dazzling against the background of blood.

He didn't care, and continued to swing his knife, split the axe, and kill with one sword.

In the blood light, a gray-haired head flashed out of a trance, with a wide forehead hanging nose, a long beard flowing, and two dull eyes.

That is the old emperor Meng Zhixiang, a lifetime of conscientiousness, walking on ice, and finally created this large territory for his descendants, but unfortunately he fell ill before he ascended the throne......

Holy!

The sword in his hand froze, and then he heard a violent roar explode in his ears: "Death to the old horseman!" ”

……

"Knock knock...... Knock knock knock ......"

Outside the city of Kuizhou, the newly established camp of the Zhou army gathered the drums and urged the sound of drums.

The handsome general, the three-way drum is finished, and the latecomer is killed.

The camp on the south road was deployed to Xiang Xun, but he did not sit in the tent of the Chinese army, but waited for a shoulder from afar, and with a hand on it, he replaced the armor soldier and personally carried the iron-blooded pioneer Wang Xianqi, who was wrapped into a zongzi, into the tent.

Three days ago, the battle for the pontoon bridge ended in a tragic victory for the Zhou soldiers, Wang Xianqi, who fought for a day, was carried back to the camp covered in blood, this guy who ran out of strength and almost ran out of blood saw Xiang Xun but still had the spirit to scold his mother: "He is a child, this son of the turtle in the middle of the river is the soft-footed shrimp of the Nantang Dynasty, and he is beaten against the ......."

After speaking, I wanted to laugh, but my mouth grinned, but my head tilted down.

Fortunately, the king of Hades did not accept it, and Wang Xianqi, who had been wounded in more than 20 places on his body, fell asleep for a day and a night, fevered and starved, and a bowl of hot copy of his stomach, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were bright.

……

The front-line soldiers were fighting bloodily, but they were messed up in the imperial study in Bianjing.

The excited Guo Rong almost knocked over the royal case, and then picked up the fold on the table and threw it hard......

In the rain, he fell to the ground and laughed loudly.

"Fetch the wine to ......"

Conquering Shu in advance was his decision to override public opinion and make an arbitrary decision, but he didn't expect the start to be so smooth.

The wealth of Shu was deeply impressed when he was still in charge of the cheap business, and the famine in the Central Plains two years earlier, the gap between the rich and the poor in Shuzhong made Guo Rong want to take it into his pocket immediately.

National rejuvenation is easier said than done.

It takes labor to pioneer and farm, it takes time to raise mulberry and spin threads, it takes money and grain to strengthen the army, and it takes talents to govern the country...... How slow.

Now, 60,000 Great Zhou soldiers finally set foot on the Shu Road that is difficult to go to the blue sky, and both got off to a good start, it won't be long before the Western Shu will be all the land of Zhou, and at that time, with the support of the money and grain in Shu, I can immediately send troops to Yanyun, whip the Western Regions, and restore the prestige of the Tang Dynasty.

Dominate the world and open peace for all generations.

Guo Rong didn't get up either, snatched the wine jug from Gan Pei's hand, and poured himself a drink.

Seeing this, Gan Pei quietly withdrew from the hall, but saw that Fan Qian, who had heard the news, was holding the hand of the prince Zongxun and standing outside the hall, so he patted Zongxun's shoulder lovingly, and communicated with Fan Zhen silently, his face was full of joy.

The good news was frequent, and the saints were ecstatic, and they were just as happy as courtiers.

Zong Xun was young and didn't care more, but he felt that today's father was very different from usual, he gently pulled Fan Zhen's hand and said softly: "Sir, my father is crying." ”

Guo Rongyu overflowed from the corner of his eyes, how could Fan Zhen not see it, he sighed lightly, and said softly: "Your father misses your mother." ”

He paused, exchanged glances with Gan Pei, but squatted down again and asked, "...... If...... Your father and emperor are looking for a queen mother for you to come back, who do you think is the best? ”

"Why should there be a new queen mother?"

"Otherwise, your father is too bitter, and there is no one who knows how to share it, let alone when he is depressed."

Zong Xun tugged his lips with his fingers, thought about it very seriously, and then showed a happy smile: "That aunt is okay, she is the best for me." ”

"Okay, good, good, your father didn't hurt you in vain."

Fan Zhen got up with a smile, stroked Zong Xun's little head, but turned to the hall and shouted: "Holy Lord, such a good wine, can you let the old minister drink a glass?" ”

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