He closed his eyes and thought, could it be that my Daxuan calendar has really run out of gas for a hundred years? The old and cowardly ministers of the court and the central government for many years, and the guards of the various cities are also veterans of Longzhong...

Belch... The big pot is in dire need of fresh blood...

"Huh... All right... I don't have a bloody servant in this great basket... It's ridiculous.. Ridiculous! ”

Long Wen and Long Yan were furious! He actually got up and overturned the lamp and candle next to him! The candles were scattered all over the place and quietly extinguished...

"The Holy One is angry!"

The ministers said in unison...

"Okay... You don't dare to fight the monkeys in the mountains and forests... Good! I'll go on my own! ”

"Think twice!"

The ministers said again...

Long Wen looked at the ministers in the audience and wanted to laugh inexplicably, the corruption that could not be eliminated, the will that could not be conveyed to the end, the calculations of the courtiers and the disputes of the parties...

The big bowl is no longer in its former glory...

Now the twilight of the big bowl is gloomy, and the breath of the country is permeated from countless cracks, and the big bowl has long been in danger, and it is difficult to return...

The plague and famine have exhausted Daxuan's financial resources and Long Wen's hard work...

Could it be that this is the end of the national fortune of the Great Basket...

"Your Majesty, I have a word..."

Long Wen squinted his eyes and probed... A young man in a black robe said...

"There is no joke in the court... The crime of deceitfulness is to be killed..."

Although Long Wen said evil words, he was secretly happy in his heart, if he could really alleviate this catastrophe for Daxuan, the lonely dynasty would also have follow-up people, so that no one could be available...

"That's nature..."

"What's your plan? Tell me about it..."

"Shengshang, although the Silence army occupies the four counties of Fengdu, Xiaocheng, Xianyang, and Luocheng, its Fengdu is separated by water, and it is difficult to send troops to reinforce, and most of the Silence army led by Shanxiao Weng is accumulated in the two places of Luocheng and Xianyang."

"The land of Xiaocheng is very empty, we can send strange troops to cross the danger, seize the storm, block the supply line between Xianyang and Luocheng, and constantly attack and disturb their military morale."

"No matter how strong the wall is, neither the city nor the city should fight, in order to defeat the enemy, and then there will be three victories..."

"First, it is difficult to sustain the supply of the silent army... This is a win for things. ”

"Second, our army occupies the city and the capital, and it is a two-sided attack, and its attack on the city, our army marches into the city, coercing the city, and its attack on the capital, and the rear of the city attacks and disrupts its supply, which is a local victory."

"Third, the leader of the silent army, Shan Xiaoweng, is afraid of fire, and he will definitely be injured if he attacks it with fire, although he has a heavy army to suppress the city, but he can still have tens of thousands of troops in the capital, and the troops can also be suppressed! This is the will of God, and it is said that the time wins! ”

"With these three victories, the Holy One really doesn't have to worry about it!"

"Hmph... Well said! And who are you? ”

Long Wen listened, only to feel that although this son is young, he still has a strong and eloquent talent, and he is a piece of material...

"The despicable is despicable, Nai Liqiu Daoye, my name is Xuanyan..."

Li Qiu... Xuanyi... Long Wen tried not to recall those horrible memories full of rotting maggots, and at that time, the owner of the big pot was not Long Wen but his grandfather... Long Kui...

The gray plague lord gray fairy is the demon fairy of Li Qiu...

Long Wen asked with trembling and fear...

"Are you the only one from Liqiu..."

"Yes, Holy One..."

Long Wen didn't breathe a sigh of relief... Li Qiu, the terrible plague that most people have long forgotten is the method of the immortal road on the side of Li Qiu...

Xuanyi... Maybe it's not as simple as it seems...

"Please also ask Your Majesty to decide."

An old minister's recital pulled Long Wen back to reality from his thoughts...

"I'm accurate, retreat from the dynasty..."

When the ministers retired, Long Wen leaned weakly on the dragon chair, almost prostrating...

Is the terrible monster of Lichu once again in the world...

Hundreds of years of recuperation have yet to restore the glory of the Great Bowl...

Perhaps the reappearance of the monster will be the day of the Great Bowl's demise...

Out of the court, Xuan Yan asked...

"Master Jiang You, why do we want to present the strategy we have made to Your Majesty through my mouth?"

"I don't know what to do, the sinister nature of this official journey, I wait for the ministers who are rushing to fight, and I dare not say much about the defeat and loss of the city..."

"There are such sayings above this court..."

Jiang You chuckled softly...

"Disasters and famines have been repeated, and people's livelihood is difficult to recover... The desolation of the world has also eaten away at the ideals of the ministers of the DPRK and China..."

"Hahaha..."

Jiang You suddenly sneered... I want to laugh at myself, and it's like laughing at this maybe hopeless big picture...

The purpose of the great tribulation was not a day's cold, and the purpose of the official position was nothing more than to divide the power of the hundreds of officials under the court, so that the majestic royal power could also cause the institution to be bloated and redundant, so that the country that had only experienced the great plague was overwhelmed and difficult to continue...

Power attracts the ministers, and the big bowl gradually turns into a nominal shell, a huge puppet who only collects wealth for the ministers, and a class of interests that is powerful enough to ignore the royal power comes into being...

This is a dark age, an era that is enough to nullify all the passion for great achievements and romantic ideals for the country and the people.

The writer has no intention of the country, and will be sad, the sorrow of the king, and the sorrow of the country...

The glow reflects the capital city, and the three or two cavalry armies on the outer wasteland look at each other from afar...

Mandrill squinted his eyes at the behemoth he was about to face, and entered... In recent days, the city has been conquered, although there are bones and low ingenuity, but it is already dwarfed...

Then retreat... It has long been not a choice, for generations, Da Xuan has exploited and oppressed the spirits in the territory in the name of not my race, and their hearts must be different...

Mandrill Weng's move has proven his tongue... If you retreat again, I'm afraid there won't be any more spirits in this big pot to make a living...

There won't be any more support from that adult...

The only thing we can do now is to pray for reinforcements from that adult...

"Hmph... Only the land left in the big bowl is now! We will sit and guard the four counties and besiege them without attacking, waiting for their money and food to run out, and attack their poverty, so that the big pot can be obtained! ”

The eyes of his subordinates seem to have flashed with victory... The mandrill who saw its light sighed to himself, he must say this... If the army's heart is unstable and the big basket pours out, the defeat of the army will be at the moment...

The strength of the Silent Army has declined, and there is no strength left to attack the city again...

Over the past hundred years, human greed and unbridled mandrill illusions have shattered again and again...

Maybe they really need the land...

They may not know how important this is to us...

Maybe they didn't mean to...

He probably did something....

Maybe... Maybe... Can... We... What exactly is being done wrong...

Go to his tolerance! Only war can trample on war!

Only the sharp blade in my hand can protect my land!

Beg for mercy from the tiger wolf? How could I be!

Kill them all!

Leave no mouth alive!

If the spirits in the world don't have to wag their tails and beg for mercy, my mandrill will die without regrets...

A few horsemen returned to the camp, the glow dissipated, and the twilight was gone... The original red clouds have become gloomy and bleak...