Murong Sui, the white-haired steward of the South Yue Kingdom, heard early in the morning that his soldiers had come to report that the army of the Great Zhou had crossed the Ruoshui River, and it was only more than ten miles away from him.

"My lord, what should we do now?"

Murong Sui decided that Gongsun Jin, who entered the ancient tomb, had no possibility of survival, and the Great Zhou army without the king of Zhenbei had no deterrent power in his eyes.

"What are you afraid of, the army sent by Da Zhou to South Vietnam this time is only 200,000, and the army stationed here in my Nanyue is also 200,000. The order was given, and all the soldiers were fully armed and ready to fight. ”

At noon, the sun is like fire, Nanyue in December is not as good as the Great Zhou, and the weather is still bright. A few single pieces of clothing are sufficient.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty uniformly wore red and black armor and waited for them on the banks of the Ruoshui River. The soldiers under Murong Zhi of South Vietnam stood in the mountains and forests one by one wearing the unique purple and blue armor of South Vietnam. At one o'clock in the afternoon, the two armies began to beat drums.

He Lihe, the deputy general of the Great Zhou, was the first to come out to fight: "You Nanyue is just a vassal country of my Great Zhou, and you have a rebellious heart, and you must wait to see the majesty of my Great Zhou today." ”

"Who am I to call for? Isn't this the famous He Lihe deputy general who always follows the king of Zhenbei? Hahaha! Murong Zhi sat in the middle of the South Vietnamese team with his orchid fingers and said softly.

He Li raised his head and snorted sarcastically: "Do you have no one in South Vietnam?" Send a eunuch to take charge of it here? ”

Murong Sui was naturally a little annoyed, because in the South Vietnam Kingdom, his own power was tilted towards the government and the opposition, and few people dared to sarcastically mock themselves like this. Even if there is, it has become a lonely ghost in Huangquan.

"You don't want to talk nonsense like this, our main attack is something that a small lieutenant general of yours can judge at will." A lieutenant general beside Murong Sun shouted.

"Adjutant General He, the two armies are facing each other today, and your king doesn't appear so much?" Murong Sui asked knowingly.

He Li pretended to be sad on his face: "Murong dog thief, didn't you ask this knowingly?" ”

"Hahahaha!" Murong Sui smiled proudly for a long time, knowing that he had a chance of winning today, and he suddenly felt refreshed. He won the Great Zhou today, and he coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and the entire five continents would be in his pocket. "I forgot, your king of Zhenbei and the princess accidentally died at my hands."

"You!"

"Humph! Without the Great Zhou army of the King of Zhenbei, do you think that my Murong Sui will take it seriously. Today, I will let you see it. Murong Zhi slowly stood up from the chair, flicked the sleeves on both sides, finished laughing along his mouth, and once again cocked the orchid to signal the archers on both wings to get ready.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly swept through Murong Yi's ears, accompanied by a terrible wind whistling, and the flag of South Vietnam was cut in an instant.

Murong Sui turned his head in surprise and saw a scene that made the back of his neck tingle. Gongsun Jin appeared in the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty in military uniform, and a longbow in his hand was full of bowstrings.

Then the corners of the cruel wolfberry lips said with murderous eyes: "I've disappointed you, Murong Sue!" ”

"Town, King of Zhenbei!" Murong Yi rubbed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. How could he not be dead.

"Why, seeing that this king wants Father-in-law Murong to be so excited?" Gongsun Jin's voice was deep and distant, cruel and lonely, like a hellish Shura.