"Your envoy is a little late!" Liu Jing's voice sounded in the tent, and the purple-clothed pupils shrank, and he hurriedly listened attentively.

"The battle of Meridian Valley is coming, and there are whistles on the road, so it's good to come."

It was another person's voice, with a very distinctive accent.

Although Ziyi is not from Jiaozhou, he is not from Yizhou.

But her military career in the past ten days has allowed her to more or less understand the dialects of Jiaozhou and Yizhou.

So she was absolutely sure that this man was not speaking the dialect of these two places.

It was not the official language of Qiandu City, but a tone she had never heard before, which was very strange.

"Could it be... Not a big man? Ziyi chuckled in her heart, and she already had some guesses.

"Without further ado, can there be a change in plans?" The man with the strange accent spoke again.

"Then Liu Yu had no plan, so he took the initiative to let this king lead the army, act as a vanguard, and chase into the Meridian Valley. In this way, it is not necessary to use so many means to introduce it into it. ”

"As long as we feign battle in the Meridian Valley and shout to kill, when the time comes, they will definitely come."

"When the time comes, let's unite the two armies and catch turtles in an urn, Liu Yu's 10,000th army is not ready to be captured?" Liu Jing smiled, with contempt in his words.

"We were worried about how to trick him into the Meridian Valley, but we didn't think that this guy would send him to the door by himself. Daqian has such a prince, why can't he die in the country? People with strange accents are equally full of sarcasm.

"After the deed is completed, how to divide the account?"

As soon as these words came out, the tent instantly fell silent.

Ziyi's heart also clenched, alerted, ready to flee at any time.

However, a moment later, Liu Jing's voice came from the tent again: "This king only needs Liu Yu's head, and the rest will belong to you!" ”

"His Royal Highness King Jing is bright! That's it! The man with the strange accent was obviously very happy, after all, the equipment of the 10,000 troops under Liu Yu was still very good, and if all of them were collected, it would be a lot of wealth.

Even regardless of the equipment, so many captives should not be underestimated.

Now, it's all at your fingertips.

"Your envoy came from afar, and the king prepared some wine and food to catch the wind and wash the dust for your envoy."

"His Royal Highness King Jing has a heart."

Hearing this, Ziyi frowned slightly, and began to leave slowly and quietly.

The person who talked to Liu Jing was most likely the envoy of the rebels.

After all, you can't go wrong with crucial information like the Battle of Meridian Valley.

They plotted to kill the crown prince Liu Yu in the Battle of Meridian Valley and annex the prince's army of 10,000.

Once they are allowed to succeed, the Yizhou rebels will make a comeback, and their momentum will inevitably be stronger than before, and they will become the real henchmen within the Great Cadres!

As it intensifies, the Western Jin Dynasty, Southern Chen, and Northern Yuan may all act together, and then the Great Cadres will really fall into the country.

But... Ziyi doesn't care about this, she cares about Liu Jing!

If Liu Yu dies, it will be Liu Jing who will inherit the throne.

As an enemy of life and death, Ziyi would never want to see this scene.

It is already difficult to kill Liu Jing, who is the king of Jing, let alone Liu Jing, who is the emperor?

After thinking about it again and again, Ziyi finally made a decision.

She quickly returned to her tent and wrote a letter.

Take advantage of the night and put it in the place where you picked up the wisp of red tassels!

After doing this, the worries in her heart eased a little.

She had been dormant beside Liu Jing for many years, and realized that the Battle of Meridian Valley was definitely the best time to kill Liu Jing!

So this war, the prince's side must win!

Otherwise, there will be no day of revenge for the sea of blood and hatred that they have in their hearts!

……

It's day and night!

In the camp of 10,000 troops led by Liu Yu, Li Changkong tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.

Tomorrow is the decisive battle, but his heart is always haunted by all the previous worries, and he can't calm down.

The art of war is about knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, and not being defeated in a hundred battles.

In the past ten days of fighting, the rebels have almost touched their bottom, but they still don't know anything about the rebels!

There is even only one impression of vulnerability!

What is it? This is contempt and arrogance!

As the saying goes, the proud soldiers will be defeated, and the mourning soldiers will be victorious.

So to be honest, Li Changkong is not very optimistic about tomorrow's decisive battle.

But it's a pity that under the influence of Lian Zhan Lian Jie and his indomitable momentum, most people have already killed their eyes, and they are eager to make contributions tomorrow, how can they listen to him?

"Ugh." Li Changkong sighed, a little helpless.

However, at this moment, a little cold light came out of the dark night, brushed Li Changkong's sideburns, and nailed to the ground beside him!

It was an arrow with a letter tied to it!

Looking at this scene, Li Changkong's eyes narrowed slightly, he arched his body, and instantly became vigilant, and after scanning around, he saw that there was no one around, so he was relieved.

The guards of the camp are still more conscientious, and there are rotations, as well as changes of guards.

The guards are not tight!

But even so, this man was able to sneak into the barracks and shoot the letter to himself.

This strength alone should not be underestimated and should be vigilant.

Li Changkong quickly pulled out the arrow, took out the letter, and read it.

After reading it, his pupils contracted instantly, and he looked at the payment again, and his brows couldn't help frowning even tighter.

He looked around him into the night again, and after much thought, he finally took the letter and walked towards the tent.

Li Jibei, who was in the dark, saw this scene, and his hand holding the iron red tassel gun couldn't help but tighten.

The blood feud that has been incognito for nearly ten years is finally expected to be avenged.

Even his heart, which had already been sharpened like ice by more than ten years of martial arts practice and the life-and-death struggle in Bashan, Shuzhou, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He looked up at the sky, looking for the brightest star in the night sky.

As a child, his father had told him that death was not terrible.

When a person dies, he becomes one of the stars, hanging high in the night sky, watching and protecting his family.

What is really difficult is the people who survive.

For this sentence, he endured humiliation for nearly ten years!

Wandering around every day to fight for life and death, sharpening martial arts, I finally practiced this body of killing skills!

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Tomorrow is a great time for him to show what he has learned and take revenge!

Li Jibei's gaze moved down from the night sky and landed on the handsome tent, and his eyes trembled a few times.

Then turn and leave!

And at this moment, in the handsome tent, Liu Yu looked at the letter handed over by Li Changkong, and his brows were furrowed, and his face was worried.

After pondering for a long time, he pondered and said, "If this news is true, it is indeed a great piece of information. ”

"But... It's Li Jibei again, the last time the witch curse happened, he made us miserable enough. ”

"Believe him this time?"