"Knock knock!"

The drums of war sounded with a solemn atmosphere.

Outside the city, above the huge wilderness, the Wu army was confronting the Southern Barbarian army.

The soldiers of the Wu army, dressed in crimson battles, with bright armor and high morale, and the phalanx was extremely strict.

On the other hand, the Nanban army on the opposite side was wearing various colors of tiger skin and beast clothing, and the weapons in their hands were also varied, including swords, axes, forks, and hammers.

Their formation is also staggered and unstructured.

However, this cannot be underestimated this southern barbarian army.

After all, there are more than 10,000 people, and the fierce aura exuded from the whole body shows that they are not good at stubble!

In terms of personal fighting ability alone, the sturdy Southern Barbarian is not inferior to the rest of his life after a hundred battles, or the well-trained warriors of the Wu army.

It is the poor mountains and bad waters that make their bodies!

"Roar, roar, roar!"

On the side of the Wu army's array, the flag covers the sun, and the spears are like a forest.

The soldiers shouted loudly, ready to attack the enemy on the opposite side!

Since the implementation of the 20-level military merit title system in Wu State, Wu Jun's fighting spirit is very high, and it can be said that "when you hear the war, you will be happy"!

At this time, in the Nanban army on the opposite side, a chariot suddenly galloped out.

The person who came was the self-proclaimed "King Wu" husband!

"Qingji! Do you dare to come out and fight the widow? ”

Fu Cha put the spear in his hand to the side and shouted loudly towards the Wu military array.

The husband has the courage of ten thousand people, coupled with the perennial fighting career, which has long made his bravery to a higher level.

At least, Qingji, who was known as the "No. 1 Warrior of Wu Kingdom" back then, was not afraid at all!

"The King's ......"

Imperial Doctor Sun Wu shouted.

Qingji waved his hand, indicating that he did not have the intention of fighting alone with his husband.

Why fight alone?

Qingji is no longer the Qingji of the year!

As the king of a country, he knows what his duty lies.

Even if he leads the troops to fight, Qingji can restrain himself from sitting in the Chinese army, and only when the battle situation is completely clear and the balance of victory is tilted towards his side, Qingji can go up and kill a few enemies, meaning.

"If you are widowed, you will have a husband for a while."

Immediately, Qingji let his chariot cross the aisle in the middle of the phalanx and came to the front of the two armies.

The husband launched a heads-up invitation, Qingji can not accept it, but he can't be stage frightened!

At this time, Fucha saw that the Wu military array on the opposite side did not react in the slightest, and was about to taunt a few words, when he saw that the car where Qingji was located had come to not far from him.

When the enemy meets, he is very red-eyed!

Qingji saw the husband on the other side, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart for a while.

I saw that at this time, my husband had gray temples and a haggard face, obviously he was only a person in his twenties, but he looked like a middle-aged man in his fifties!

You must know that Qingji is a few years older than her husband, and she is the latter's brother.

Because their great-grandfathers were all Wu Wang Shoumeng.

Qingji's grandfather was Wu Wang Yiyi, and his father was Wu Wangyi.

Fucha's grandfather is Wu Wang Zhufan, and his father is Wu Wang Lu!

From the perspective of relationship, Qingji should call He Lu his cousin, so Fucha is Qingji's younger brother.

It is worth mentioning that Qingji was twenty-nine years old at this time, less than thirty ......

If it weren't for the fact that they were dedicated to assassinating the king's officials in the past, the situation of the two of them today would definitely be very different!

"Qingji! Do you still have the face to see me? ”

Fucha said angrily.

"The husband is poor, and the one who sees people without a face is you, not a widow."

Compared with the husband, Qingji was very calm, and said: "Your father Ji Guang killed the king and usurped the throne, and set things right for the widows. ”

"This is to smear the faces of the ancestors and ancestors of my Wu Kingdom!"

"The widow has spared you more than once, and you still do not change your will to fall, and even so, the widow will no longer be merciful, and will retain the kindness of a woman!"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Qingji's high-sounding words, the husband almost couldn't help laughing, almost didn't laugh off his big teeth, and tears overflowed his eyes.

"Qingji! Piff! ”

The husband pointed to Qingji on the other side, gritted his teeth and said, "You will only be as fast as your tongue!" Dare to duel with the widow? ”

"A gentleman doesn't move his hands."

Qingjiyun said lightly: "Husband, if you wake up now, turn against your armor and surrender, the widow can still be blamed for the past, and promise to be the king, so that you will be prosperous and rich for a lifetime, and enjoy it endlessly!" ”

"If you resist to the end, your father will be killed, and you will be killed!"

“……”

When it comes to the battle of tongues, the husband is completely inferior to Qingji's ability to speak.

Defect and surrender?

Perhaps, with Qingji's hypocrisy, he can really make his husband a feudal monarch, but he will definitely be imprisoned for life and must not make a difference!

How could the husband agree?

"Joke!"

Fucha pointed to the menacing Southern Barbarian army behind him, and said loudly: "Qingji, open your eyes and see!" ”

"Behind the widow, there are tens of thousands of troops, and in an instant, you can turn your thousands of men and horses into powder!"

"You, not the widow, will surrender! If you surrender now, the widow may leave you with a whole corpse. ”

"If not, when the army is defeated and captured, the widow will definitely divide your five horses into corpses, crush your bones and scatter ashes, in order to vent the hatred in your heart!"

The hatred between Fucha and Qingji is beyond doubt.

In that year, when Qingji broke through the capital of Wu, Fucha fled to the south of Wu with his father Lu, and took advantage of the outbreak of the battle between Wu and Chu to unite the Vietnamese army to invade Wu.

Unexpectedly, at that time, the Vietnamese army was defeated by Kaze, and the defeated Yue Wang Yunchang listened to the rumors and wanted to dedicate the heads of Lu Lu and Fucha to Qingji, so as to invite merit and flattery!

He Lu did not escape, and died on the edge of the Yu'er River, and his body was cruelly treated by Qingji.

Fucha fled all the way west, led the remnants of the defeated army, and established a foothold in the southwest of the state of Wu.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the Baiyue army, which Fucha had finally pulled up, was once again defeated by the Wu army.

As a last resort, Fucha could only take hundreds of remnants of the defeated generals and flee to the land of Lingnan.

Counting back and forth, how many times has the husband escaped?

Three or four times!

Escape!

The successive defeats did not dampen the fighting spirit of the husband.

He is defeated again and again, defeated again and again!

What drives the husband behind is the hatred from the heart of Qingji.

The revenge of killing the father is not shared!

"Qingji, do you know that the widow has been looking forward to this day for seven years! No, it's nine years! Nine years! ”

With red eyes and a look of grief and indignation, the husband said loudly: "Do you know how the widow has spent these nine years? ”

"All the hatred and shame, widow today, will make you repay tenfold!"

Hearing this, Qingji just chuckled and said, "Then you and I will wait and see." ”

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence!

After Qingji and Fucha looked at each other deeply, they each returned to the Chinese army in the phalanx and began to give orders.

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