"Sima Zhang, how dare you lead troops to rebel. Do not obey."

In front of the two armies, Sima Liang, who was seventy years old at the time, scolded loudly.

The battlefield was bleak, and only Sima Liang's voice echoed between heaven and earth.

He is like today's emperor's uncle, the emperor's uncle. Among the clans, the virtues are highly respected.

When other vassal kings were fighting for power earlier, Sima Liang recuperated and waited until the last moment to attack, succeeded in one fell swoop, and successfully controlled the power of the imperial court.

And Sima Zhang, the king of the East China Sea who confronted Sima Liang, is the same generation as today's son in terms of generation, and is the grandson of Sima Liang's younger brother.

The grandfather and grandson, who were supposed to get along in harmony, saw each other as enemies at this time.

"Sima Liang, as the uncle of the Son of Heaven, you don't want to settle the country, but oppress the Son of Heaven and the cholera court. is the real traitor. This king was ordered by the Queen Mother to come to crusade. If thou art acquainted, thou shalt bind thyself before the battle, and for thy past merits, this king shall leave thee with all thy corpses."

The two vassal kings both shouted their theories, on the surface, both of them were dedicated to the country, but in fact, the two grandfathers and grandsons, none of them had any good things, they were all chasing the high power, so they were in the same room.

Affection? What is that? Is it as good as the incense of power?

Choked by Sima Zhang, Sima Liang's old face was a little unbearable.

As a person of today's grandfather's generation, he holds the power of the imperial court, and it is unreasonable to oppress the Son of Heaven. Now, Sima Zhang has exposed his disguise to his face, how can he turn a blind eye?

Immediately, Sima Liang roared in annoyance, pulled out the ring knife at his waist, and pointed at Sima Zhang's military formation: "Which general can capture this thief for me!"

When the words fell, one of the soldiers responded: "The last general is willing to go."

As he spoke, this man slapped his horse and danced and went straight to Sima Zhang's army.

Seeing this, Sima Liang ordered his men to beat the war drums.

For a while, the sound of drums shook the sky, and the man danced a long lance into Sima Zhang's military formation.

The latter panicked and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to block it.

As a result, none of these generals were opponents of this man. The fight was not compatible, and they were assassinated one after another.

For a time, Sima Liangfang's heart was shocked. With a wave of the flag, the soldiers swarmed up.

Sima Zhang couldn't resist it, and the killed fled in embarrassment.

When Sima Zhang led his troops to flee, Sima Liangfang cleaned up the battlefield. The fierce man who was riding in front of the battle was summoned and came to Sima Liangzhong's military tent.

The latter, who had a personal bone helmet on his head, was tall and mighty, and when he came to him, he bowed to Sima Liang: "Your Highness."

Sima Liang was overjoyed, and stretched out his hand to support him: "To defeat the traitor Sima Zhang today, it all depends on General Liu's army to bravely kill the enemy. Get up, get up."

While speaking, Sima Liang instructed his subordinates: "Come here, inform the imperial dining room in the palace that this king will hold a banquet for General Liu and his army to celebrate their achievements."

When the words fell, his attendant agreed.

It's just that the general surnamed Liu looks a little embarrassed.

He arched his hand at Sima Liang: "Your Highness, this is far from the time to celebrate. The rebel Sima Zhang has many people, and our troops are insufficient. Now is the time to think about it."

Sima Liang nodded: "Then according to General Liu's intentions, what should I do?"

"If His Highness is willing to trust the last general, Liu Yuan is willing to return to the state to recruit clansmen to help His Highness."

Sima Liang was overjoyed when he heard this: "If you have the help of the generals and military clansmen, Sima Zhang has nothing to worry about. Okay, this king..."

Before Sima Liang finished speaking, a strategist beside him coughed vigorously.

Sima Liang paused for a moment, and before he could say anything, the strategist said, "Your Highness, General Liu's army has worked hard enough to charge into battle. Let's talk about these things later."

After that, the strategist kept giving Sima Liang a look.

Although Sima Liang didn't know what was going on, he still chose to listen to the strategist's words.

After all, he was able to preemptively grasp the power of the government because of this

The strategists are behind the scenes.

Immediately, Sima Liang laughed awkwardly twice, and said to Liu Yuan: "That's right, General Liu Jun is not tired today, so it's better to rest first, rest first."

Hearing these words, Liu Yuanleng paused, and after glancing at the strategist dissatisfied, he hugged his fists and retreated.

Liu Yuan left on the front foot, and Sima Liang immediately couldn't hold back his doubts, and asked his strategist: "Sir, why don't you let Liu Yuan return to Bingzhou to recruit people to help, you know, Sima Zhang's little rabbit cub has a lot more troops than us."

The strategist shook his head: "Your Highness, although Sima Zhang is outnumbered, the Son of Heaven is in our hands. Don't be afraid of him at all. On the contrary, it is Liu Yuan who is the dangerous person to watch out for."

Sima Liang was taken aback: "Sir, how do you say this?"

"Your Highness, Liu Yuan, as the son of the leader of the Xiongnu, entered Luoyang as a hostage in his early years. At that time, the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty all commented that this person was not like a person who had lived under the people for a long time. What's more, Liu Yuan is both civil and military, has an extraordinary appearance, and has a high prestige in the eyes of his people. If he is let go, how can His Highness guarantee that he will lead his people to help? How can you guarantee that this person will not defect to His Highness and set up his own side?"

Hearing this, Sima Liang's brows furrowed, and after a long time, he smiled: "Sir, you are too worried, Liu Yuan's ability to have today depends on the king's hand." Give him a hundred dares, and he will not dare to betray me. Okay sir, I won't talk about the things of the theorists behind me in the future. If Liu Yuan heard it, wouldn't it chill his heart?"

Speaking of this, Sima Liang laughed.

Seeing this, the strategist couldn't help frowning.

But he didn't dare to persuade him anymore, he knew that the master in front of him was temperamental, and if he said too much, he was afraid that it would cause Sima Liang's disgust.

Thinking of this, the strategist couldn't help but sigh and said no more.

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Back in the barracks, Liu Yuan took off his helmet.

Under the helmet was a weather-beaten face.

Liu Yuan, who is now three years old, as a member of the Xiongnu royal family, has not been treated well at all during his years as a hostage.

Every time he thought of the Hun court that his father described for him when he was a child, he couldn't help but yearn for it.

Before the Eight Kings Rebellion, at that time, the imperial court was still monolithic, and even if he had the heart, he had no chance to escape.

Now that the Eight Kings Rebellion has lasted for so many years, the north is turbulent and chaotic, and Liu Yuan's heart, which has been silent for decades, has gradually become active.

Even, over the years, he has repeatedly turned to various powerful vassal kings to accumulate his strength, and as long as he waits for the right opportunity, he will get out of control, return to the state, and establish himself as king.

For this goal, Liu Yuan worked the battlefield and successfully became Sima Liang's henchman.

Even just now, he almost got out of Sima Liang, but unfortunately, he was stopped by Sima Liang's advisors.

As soon as he thought of this, Liu Yuan hated the roots of his teeth: "The guy who spoils my good deeds will kill you sooner or later!"