Chapter 302: Tianlin Army and Tiefutu

Emperor Qinghua's request was a surprise to Emperor Qinghua, but he didn't care if Tiefutu would eventually fulfill his promise. This is a life-and-death struggle between the two countries, and the Northern Barbarians will not be willing to give up the land they have worked so hard to win these days, and Daheng will not be able to give up Huoshan City in vain.

However, if the Tianlin army really defeated the Tiefu Massacre, the damage to the morale of the Northern Barbarians would be extremely high, and Daheng would be able to rescue the people in the territory from dire straits as soon as possible.

The land that fell north of Huoshan City, where there are still a large number of Daheng people. The courtiers did not regard the people of the barren land of the Northland in their hearts on weekdays, but at such times, they were also concerned about the people of the Northland all the time.

The Northern Barbarians, as its name suggests, are rich in barbarians, and it is absolutely impossible not to suffer persecution in the hands of that kind of guy.

Thinking of this level, coupled with his belief in the strength of the Tianlin Army, Emperor Qinghua's heart was hot, and he said: "Wang Lie, tell the reckless men under the city that the Tianlin Army is never afraid of war. ”

The fact that the two armies are destined to record the history books is not so that people will not be excited.

Wang Lie's heart was hot, and he aroused the blood hidden in the depths of the years, and immediately bowed down, and said: "Please let the last general lead the army to battle, if there is a miss, Your Majesty can ask the last general to behead him." ”

"You are the prince now, just like back then, you are the head of Xiang at every turn." Emperor Qinghua seemed to recall the battle in the Quartet many years ago, "I, I will allow you." ”

Although everyone knows that the master of this Tianlin Army is the King of Qilin except for Emperor Qinghua. If you go to fight with Tiefutu to the death, Your Majesty Qinghua is a golden body naturally can't fight, and it is natural for the courage to lead the Tianlin Army to fall on the Qilin King.

But this is logical, after the Qilin King knelt, there were more different flavors.

The monarchs and ministers all returned to a few years ago, boiling and tumbling in their bloody chests. Such a scene made the morale of the soldiers around him soar. A man dies for the sake of pleasing himself, and there is a king like this, and it is not yet time to offer the first of men?

The soldiers seemed to have a voice surging in their hearts.

"What the Emperor's Sword refers to is the place where we will fight."

No one takes the lead, no one instigates it. Almost at the same time, the dense Daheng warriors in the city shouted in unison.

"Fight!"

The voice is still weak, and one more.

"Fight!"

The sound was deafening, but it was still not at its peak.

"Fight!"

At the last "battle", countless people drained the air in their chests and roared out with red necks. This last sound represents the fighting spirit of the Daheng warriors.

Whether it was Emperor Qinghua's guards, Wang Lie's father and son's personal soldiers, the invincible Tianlin Army, or the original defenders of Huoshan City, they were kneaded into a rope at this moment.

They are all fighting for Daheng and for Emperor Qinghua.

What the emperor sword refers to is the barbarian in the north, and it is the Tiefutu who dares to challenge the Tianlin army.

Wang Lie seemed to have returned to the period of youth and strength, rushed to the battlement, and shouted loudly: "Beiban listen to Lao Tzu, the Tianlin army will never be afraid of war, and your remnants will be ready to withdraw first." ”

His voice, coupled with all the fierce words in the city before, was enough to express the meaning of Daheng.

Daheng, this is a battle? 、

The Tianlin Army is not afraid, how can the Northern Barbarian Iron Floating Slaughter be afraid?

The glory and notoriety of the Iron Float have shone among the four kingdoms for thousands of years, and can even be traced back to the period when the Great Qi was in power. Even at that time, with the Iron Floating Massacre, the Northern Barbarians were also the kings.

In the previous battle, Tiefu Slaughter was defeated at the hands of the Tianlin Army, which made the army that suddenly appeared famous.

Tiefutu is not convinced, and the deep meaning of the name is not convinced.

The tiger general who came out to speak just now sneered and said, "I hope that the strength of your Tianlin Army is enough, and don't let our Tiefu Tu win too easily." If you're afraid of losing, it's too late to regret it. ”

How could it be regretted!

Wang Lie shot back without hesitation and said, "I don't know if your Beiban's funeral procedures will be too cumbersome, even if the entire Tiefu Tu burial is a simple funeral, it can't be, right?" ”

Probably because he had enough of the previous battlefield and the loss of scolding and fighting with the Daheng people, the tiger general snorted coldly again and said: "The time is set in three days, and the location is set in front of the gate of Huoshan City." ”

After saying this, the Iron Floating Massacre, which came and went like the wind, disappeared under the city gate.

At this time, if the people in the city were replaced by Chen Baichuan, he might have to command his subordinates to shoot arrows, but Daheng's face did not allow him to do such an unseemly thing. To become a suzerain, you must endure the process of subduing people with virtue, or you must directly have the strength to convince the people with strength.

The people in Huoshan City rushed to tell each other and spread this big news.

This is naturally what Emperor Qinghua meant.

In his opinion, instead of waiting for the paper to let the situation break out, it is better to promote the development of the situation and let the matter take matters into his own hands. In the duel with Tiefutu, in the heart of Emperor Qinghua, the Tianlin Army occupies a great advantage.

There are no absolutes, but for gamblers, a certain level of success can weigh everything down.

Although Emperor Qinghua did not put all his chips on this meeting, he also gambled on the reputation of the Tianlin Army. The Tianlin Army is the invincible representative of the hearts of the people of Daheng, and if they are defeated, the temple in the hearts of the people will collapse.

It's just that the invincibility of the Tianlin Army needs to be sharpened on the battlefield.

Emperor Qinghua has not forgotten his original intention, what he hopes for is an army that has always been enough for him to drive the world, not a paper tiger who does not dare to fight.

Paper tigers are torn through their camouflage sooner or later, and only real tigers can be fearless.

The people in Huoshan City were almost as excited as chicken blood, even if they couldn't directly participate in this duel that would attract attention from all directions, the name of Huoshan City would be mentioned in the annals, which made them feel endless excitement in their hearts.

Every household, the same voice came out, that is, the Tianlin Army will definitely win.

This is the prestige of the countless martyrs of the Tianlin Army dyed with blood.

The soldiers of the Tianlin Army who were patrolling and passing by couldn't help but clench their fists, yes, the Tianlin Army must achieve the final victory.

In a luxurious mansion in Huoshan City, the emperor held the strings and plucked his fingers, and the sound of the piano was powerful, containing a murderous aura that penetrated the gold and stone.

After the song, the emperor was panting weakly.

Emperor Qinghua couldn't help but praise: "The teacher's demeanor back then has not diminished, if the soldiers of our army hear this song in front of the battle, it will definitely be a morale boost." ”

"Haha." The emperor raised his head and laughed twice, "Then I will play a song "Breaking the Army" in front of the battle. ”

After a period of greetings, Emperor Qinghua resigned to deal with important matters.

The emperor trembled and cut all the strings, looking at the piano that had been with him for most of his life, and the old tears were overflowing.

"Thirteen mistakes."