Could it be that this Zhongxing prince of the Wu Kingdom didn't know that Princess Qingman had already practiced in the Xiaoyao Gate and ignored the worldly affairs? Could it be that he didn't know that the Xiaoyao Gate could decide the rise and fall of a dynasty at will, and those old immortals in the Xiaoyao Gate could get rid of a country at will?

He wondered in his heart, this prince dared to take risks, and he actually wanted to use his own millions of troops to destroy Dongyue, thinking that if he attacked the capital and attacked the national capital, he could destroy Dongyue, was he too young or did he have something to rely on?

Dongyue is an immortal empire, and Heye City is also an immortal city, and no force can touch this empire and this city, and this king is convinced of this.

Even if there are millions of troops outside the city, and the defenders in the city are only 200,000, he believes that victory will belong to him and to this immortal city. History proves that this city is immortal, it has also had military disasters, and it has been breached, but the military disasters that occur in this city will never exceed three months, and after three months, this city will be recovered.

His faith in the city was blind, blind with a hint of superstition.

He was dressed in white, he looked so extraordinary in this city, he felt that his nerves and soul had merged into this city, he was the master of this city, who in this world could know more about this city?

This city is his life, his life, and it is given by this city, and he believes that this city will not let him down, just as he does, and will not let this city down. He will protect the city from destruction.

This city will not fall in his hands, if the city falls, the tall towers, the towering palace, and Cui Wei's city gate will all be destroyed in the war, so he must not let his city fall.

He has no weapons in his hands, he is also a mortal, not a monk, he can't be a monk without Huigen. However, he believes that as long as he stands here, the city has a kind of atmospheric luck. This kind of atmospheric luck allows him to defeat all the ghosts and protect the city.

A smile appeared on the king's face, and he stepped along, and he walked into the depths of the city.

In the depths of the city, there was a majestic palace, and he lived there. On the side, there is a temple, which is built for the honored guests of the city, and in the temple, it is not his ancestors and ancestors, but the head of the Xiaoyao Gate.

The father told him that when the country and the city had unsolvable problems, he could pray to them here, that they could hear the prayers, and that in times of crisis, they would appear and save his country and his people.

Many times, he walked into this temple, however, he did not pray once, he believed in himself because of his king.

This time, he still believed in himself, but, like the previous times, he still walked into this temple, as if it was a habit, and entering this temple would make him peaceful.

Pushing open the door of the temple, he called softly, "Master." ”

But no one responded to him, and there was a little bit of boredom in his heart, before, whenever he appeared here, this old man was here.

He waited here forever for the king, never left, but now, he was no longer here.

The king was not used to it.

"Master!" he shouted again.

Still no one responded to him.

He suddenly found that there was no light in the temple. The temple without lights made people feel eerie, but the king had no intention of retreating, he wanted to see what was going on inside.

He is a king, but he is not the kind of mediocre king, and he has fought bloody battles before!

He lit a beautiful magic lantern, which was suspended in the air, and he walked through the entire temple without finding a single person.

It's as if there was no one in this temple ever.

The king was suddenly a little stunned, this temple is part of his faith, and the people living in this temple are the messengers of Xiaoyaomen, they can let him communicate with Xiaoyaomen, and now, there is no one in this temple.

He stumbled out of the temple, sweat pouring from his head.

Could it be that Xiaoyaomen gave up on him?

The city has become very peaceful, although there are millions of troops outside the city, but the people of this city are so blind in their faith in this city, there is no riot, they still live so peacefully, as if the war is far away from them.

The peace lasted so long that the inhabitants of this city forgot the cruelty of war. Even, they forgot about the war.

The moon hung in the sky, very round and bright, he finally remembered, today is August 14, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also the birthday of his daughter Princess Qingman.

The majestic palace, under the light of the moon, appeared a huge shadow, like a sword, dividing the city into two parts, one part of the dark shadow, the other part of the white moonlight.

The king looked at his city carefully, and he felt that the dark places were too dark, so black that people were panicking, and the white places were too white, so white that they were frighteningly white.

The tranquility belies the fear and panic of the city.

But, as the king of the city, he does not interrupt submission, does not intend to give in to the enemy, does not intend to give in to the terror and panic in the city.

He walked forward, and in front of him, there was a group of young generals, standing there with bright armor, his hands tightly pressed his spear, and in front of him, the leader was a middle-aged scribe.

This middle-aged scribe has a very calm face, but his temples are already spotted, his hands are large and steady, the sword in his hand has been unsheathed, emitting a cold light under the moonlit night, his face is calm, obviously, he is a battle-hardened veteran.

"Da Sima. The king called out to him, "Do you want to go into battle now?"

There is a trace of bitterness in his face, this great Sima, for the sake of Dongyue has been fighting on the battlefield for more than 30 years, with remarkable achievements, not long ago, he returned to the capital from the border pass, and suggested to the king that the army of He Ye should not be transferred to the border pass to fight, and Ye is the national capital, and the armament should not be relaxed.

But the king did not listen to him, he felt that the four seas were peaceful, but the barbarians in the north were always making trouble at the border passes, and for the long-term peace and stability of the empire, they should be exterminated.

Da Sima originally sat in the north and exterminated the barbarians, but since Da Sima was against it, he stayed in the court and reassigned others to the north, which fully proved the king's correctness.

However, he did not ridicule Da Sima at all because of this matter, because he knew that Da Sima was sincere.

"I regret not listening to Da Sima's words!"

The king who was high up in the middle sighed beside the middle-aged scribe and said.

How many kings would frankly admit their mistakes in front of their subordinates? Da Sima felt that he was about to shed tears.

"Xiuyuan, how sure are you of this surprise attack?" the king asked as he looked at Da Sima with a worried face.

"Fifty percent" Da Sima said, his words are very certain, "at most after the surprise attack, they will re-arm, have to place the wounded, and wait for him to attack the city, at least three days later, these three days, will change a lot, the city, whether it is immortal or not, will be clearly known"

There was a smile on Da Sima's face.

The face of the "safe return" king was full of sadness, and he hoped that it was himself who would lead the battle, not this middle-aged scribe, not this big Sima.

Da Sima's face was very peaceful, as if he was not going to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but to meet friends.

"Back then, I taught him the art of war, and this time, I will use my blood to teach him another lesson. Da Sima smiled lowly, his smile was very miserable and quiet.

As if, he already knew his end. It seems that he is not facing his enemies, but his juniors.

The king also sighed, he knew that Da Sima already knew something, he was a very wise king, he already knew the answer from Da Sima's eyes, and the answer was very positive.

However, he still trusted his own judgment, and he even nodded and said: "This country is immortal, and this city is also immortal"

Da Sima's face showed a trace of sadness, and he shouted softly: "Let's go." (To be continued.) )