It seems that at this moment, there are two Wang Zhenlings in this world at the same time.

It's been a long time, but it's just a blink of an eye.

But at this time, Wang Zhenling laughed loudly and disappeared suddenly!

Gongsun Ce's lock failed, and before the arrow was fired, the target could no longer be found.

This feeling is extremely unbearable, as if the power is charged to the extreme, and I am about to throw a punch, but it misses.

With a click, the longbow snapped, and the arrow shot diagonally but weakly.

Then Gongsun Ce spat out a mouthful of blood and said in shock: "Who is this?

However, he soon couldn't care about Wang Zhenling, because in the depths of the dense fog, with a violent sound, the thick fog rolled, as if a huge monster was about to come out of it.

This attracted the eyes of the white horse grandson, and in the end, batches of war horses and station cars drove out of the thick fog, as if endless......

Dozens of miles away, Wang Zhenling also saw such a scene clearly.

"There are at least 2,000 troops, and the equipment doesn't look like the Middle-earth army. ”

Looking at that army, from the soldiers, to the horses, to the chariots, they were all richly decorated, and everywhere was golden.

Even the armor on the ordinary warriors was as if some key places had been gilded with a layer of gold, and even carved with exquisite patterns.

gave Wang Zhenling a flashy feeling......

It was as if it were a ceremonial force, not like a real fighting force.

It's like those Yulin Army that Wang Zhenling saw at the beginning!

It's just that unlike the Yulin Army, these people are shrouded in a faint layer of divine power.

When he was thinking about this, he had already seen Gongsun Ce with a smile on his face, and he hit his horse to meet him.

There were also a few people on the opposite side who came out, and even a person in a white robe looked at Wang Zhenling.

Even though they were dozens of miles apart, those eyes were as bright as light bulbs, shining straight through.

Wang Zhenling did not show weakness and looked at the past.

The eyes of the two met in the air, as if there was a flash of electric light.

"This is a strange thing, how can the edge of the earth be torn apart, and there are these strange armies in contact with the White Horse Gongsun......

And judging by the situation, it seems that the two sides have not been in contact once or twice!"

However, this also solves a mystery in Wang Zhenling's heart, if there is no strong foreign aid, then how can the grandson of Baima, who has lost the protection of the White Emperor, support it until now?

Without the support of the Yellow Emperor, the Chen family in the river is now just dry bones in the mound!

Thinking like this, Wang Zhenling didn't bother to fight with that person, took the initiative to withdraw his gaze, and his body turned around, and he had already turned away.

I didn't delay much when I went back this way, but in less than a day, I had already returned to Tianxin Mountain.

Originally, Wang Zhenling thought that the Red Emperor would wait for him on Tianxin Mountain.

However, when Wang Zhenling returned to Tianxin Mountain, he saw that the people were faint, and the Red Emperor was nowhere to be found.

At this time, Wang Zhenling suddenly woke up: "I'm afraid that the Red Emperor has known these things for a long time.

The reason why I checked it out was to let me know about it!"

This is the Red Emperor's reminder to Wang Zhenling!

Thinking about these clearly, Wang Zhenling went directly back to Lingzhong County.

However, as soon as he went back, he heard a news that made Wang Zhenling feel extremely complicated.

Chen didn't know that he was dead, he was sick and died!

After two years of stalemate with Nahou Yizhi's army, both sides were exhausted and withdrawn.

The root of the disease, which was seriously injured when he was on the run, consumed a lot of effort in such a long-term prime minister's military career, and finally died in bed at the age of 47!

When Wang Zhenling was on Xiaomei Mountain, when he first met Chen Buzhi, he was only in his early thirties at that time, majestic and heroic.

No one thought that more than ten years later, the patriarch of the Chen clan in the river would actually consume all his vitality in a series of battles and return to the west like this.

Everything is like yesterday.

Wang Zhenling suddenly remembered his previous life, Cao Cao and Yuan Shao had been friends since childhood, and later turned their faces into enemies.

In the future, Yuan Shao died, Cao Cao destroyed Yuan Shao's forces, worshiped Shao's tomb, and wept.

Although Wang Zhenling did not turn his face against Chen Buzhi, he can also experience this feeling now.

When I was young, I read books, and I felt that Cao Cao was a traitor, and I would rather bear the people of the world than the world.

However, the more I came later, the more I felt that Cao Cao was cute, and many times his true feelings were revealed...... It is not comparable to those obscure politicians of later generations!

For Liu Bei, it is a more complicated process, looking at the mountains as mountains, and seeing the water as water.

Then there is the view that the mountain is not the mountain, and the water is not the water.

In the end, it came to the point where the mountains are still mountains, and the water is still water.

When he was a teenager, he felt that Liu Bei was the natural protagonist, and Cao thief could be killed.

Later, I felt that Liu Da'er was thick-hearted and black-hearted, and he was an incompetent hypocrite.

Until the experience is wasted, people reach middle age, and nothing is accomplished.

When I looked at Liu Bei again, I realized why heroes are heroes.

An ordinary person, maybe starting a business once, fell to the ground, and since then he has shrunk and dare not move forward.

An ordinary person, perhaps not yet middle-aged, has been smoothed out by society, has become mediocre, and his dream has never been out of reach.

However, when I thought of Liu Bei, who was forty-six years old, when I went to the toilet, I saw the resurrection of my hips, and I was crying for it, and finally laid the foundation at the age of sixty and ascended the throne as the emperor, are you not ashamed?

How many people can climb all the way from the bottom like Liu Bei, I don't know how many times they have failed, and how many are really indomitable?

The more I know that I can't do it, the more I know that heroes are heroes!

Wang Zhenling sat alone in the room until dawn, half of a pot of wine fell into his belly, and half of it was sprinkled with dust.

After dawn, Wang Zhenling waved his sleeves out.

The mana turned slightly, and all the wine vapor had been steamed, blowing with the wind, and there was no trace.

"Write a letter to Prime Minister Hou Cheng, and ask him to capture Chen Buzhi's wife and children if possible, and send them to Lingzhou if he is not killed......"

Wang Zhenling commanded.

"Yes!"

Soon, there was a letter, which passed through many levels, thousands of miles of mountains, and was delivered to Hou Yizhi.

When Hou Yizhi saw this, he immediately laughed and said, "Who does the prince think I am? The general is also my old friend."

The intersection of the two armies is for the sake of the world.

How can I be so mad that I don't even spare the general's wife and children?

Either way, no matter what. When the time comes, I will capture the general's wife, and I will send it to Lingzhou!"

In the autumn of this year, Prime Minister Hou Yizhi sent troops to Shangzhou to attack the Chen family.