Chapter 343: The Mission's Defeat (1)

On April 11, just after dawn, Zhai Xiying set off from King Ying's mansion to the wilderness. Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update was too early, Youruo was still sleeping, and Zhai Xiying couldn't bear to wake her up, so when Youruo was asleep, Zhai Xiying's envoy team had already left the national capital.

The team of envoys who entered the Imperial Dynasty in the wilderness was three times that of Zhai Xiying's envoys, and in terms of numbers, there were more soldiers from the Wilderness Dynasty than those of the Sheng Dynasty.

Zhai Xiying rode a horse and ran in front, followed by more than a hundred soldiers, panting and falling behind Zhai Xiying.

On the way, he didn't make many stops, causing many foot soldiers in the envoy team to be unable to keep up with the speed of the cavalry and fell down.

"King Ying, shouldn't we stop the meeting, there are sixty infantry more than ten miles behind us." The commander who managed the squad rode his horse, his breath unsteady.

Zhai Xiying tilted his head and agreed, "Just find a forest here to rest." ”

"Yes." The Commander hurriedly gestured for everyone to stop.

After resting for about a quarter of an hour, Zhai Xiying and the others became impatient, and instructed the commander: "Send someone to see what's going on, the speed of the infantry shouldn't have come now." ”

"Lord Wang, maybe they were too tired halfway through, so they stopped walking like us." After the commander explained, he immediately sent his men to probe the infantry behind him.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and it stands to reason that the cavalry should have been enough to go back and forth.

The commander looked at the increasingly cold face of His Royal Highness King Ying, rolled his throat nervously twice, and asked uneasily: "Why don't you go and see it in person?" ”

Zhai Xiying looked up at the sunlight shining through the top of the tree, and her thin lips opened lightly, "It's been an hour since the infantry left the team. ”

The Archon nodded in agreement.

"Let's go." Zhai Xiying turned over and got on the horse.

The commander was confused, and immediately asked Xiang Zhai Xiying, "King Ying, don't we want infantry?" ”

"If you're dead, what are you going to do?" Zhai Xiying lowered his head and glanced at the commander coldly.

The leader standing on the ground had a chill on his back, what King Ying meant, he understood... Those soldiers who were in tow may have been killed by someone from some faction.

"Quick, go!" The commander immediately gave the order, and if it dragged on, they would be the ones who died.

The commander quickened his speed, followed Zhai Xiying, and ordered: "Your Royal Highness King Ying, if someone kills us, what can we do?" ”

"Do what?" Zhai Xiying chuckled, with endless sarcasm, "You guys? Just wait for death. ”

The "......" commander froze instantly, his hands stiffly gripping the reins.

No, how can you wait for death! "His Royal Highness King Ying, we still need to protect you, how can we..."

Zhai Xiying didn't turn his head, but kindly reminded the commander, "Your detachment, what you usually do is insignificant, right?" ”

The commander immediately nodded and replied: "On weekdays, we are responsible for managing the lives of the people in the national capital, if there is a quarrel among the people, or a small chaos, we..."

They were just a humble squad, and their tasks were the lowest of the soldiers who were planning to march into the army... When they received the mission, their team drank excitedly...

"King Ying, do you know anything?" The commander is not stupid, he knows that he relies on Zhai Xiying.

But he asked, which does not mean that Zhai Xiying has to answer.

"King Ying, don't you report this matter to Your Majesty?" The commander felt that this was a very important matter, they were sending an envoy, and if there was a loss, this...

Zhai Xiying glanced at the commander again, and thought: Always a stupid, no wonder middle-aged is still a useless little commander.

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