After nightfall, the barbarian army guards have retreated to the west bank of the Sanggan River by boat, the Weizhou army won a complete victory, under the bloody battle of more than 100,000 soldiers, the battle beheaded more than 100,000 enemies, captured more than 200,000 remnants of the 72 tribes, the only regret left is that the main force of the Golden Horde retreated under the nose of the Xuanjia army without any damage.

"That's the way it is. When the princes from all walks of life arrived, Ji Huan was called to the military tent by the Duke of Yue with a sad face, and he didn't dare to look at Ji Wanzhu with a frosty face, he just buried his head and told the story of Liu Chen's robbery with a face of shame.

"What does Wu Feng mean over there?" After being silent for a long time, Ji Wanzhu asked softly with a cold face, and there was no joy or anger in his tone at all, "The Muzi Battalion is the vanguard army of the princes supporting him, and the commander was robbed, so he has nothing to say as the Grand Duke?"

"The barbarian king sent an envoy to negotiate before, but was rejected by the Duke of Wei!" Ji Huan added, he knew in his heart that if he wanted his aunt to be lenient on him, the only way to do it was to cause trouble.

"Refusal?" Ji Wanzhu sneered, stood up suddenly, and shouted: "Could it be that he wants my son to go to the funeral for his accumulated military exploits?" Not to mention whether his Xuanjia Army is the opponent of the Golden Horde Court Guards, even if it is, he can't disregard my son's life, is it true that I am a vegetarian when I am a million male soldiers in Yuezhou?"

"Grand Duke!" Just when the atmosphere in the big tent fell to the freezing point, Lan Ruo, the governor of Yuezhou, walked in and came to Ji Wanzhu's side, she lowered her voice and said with a solemn face: "The ruling guard of Chongzhou is here, and it is Wen Renji who leads the troops!"

"What is he doing!" Ji Wanzhu's face sank, and she didn't care about Ji Huan, who was standing in the corner silently, and immediately followed Lan Ruo out of the big tent and went to the tent of the commander of the Xuanjia Army.

"You don't seem to welcome me?" At this moment, in the Xuanjia Army tent, all the princes sat together, only a tall man in silver armor stood quietly in the middle, his face was unusually pale, and the whole person looked extremely cold, and when everyone quieted down, the corners of his mouth pulled out a dry smile, looked at Wu Feng, the Duke of Weiguo, and said softly: " The western border of the empire is restless, and the governor came to the aid of the Duke of Wei by the order of the Pope. ”

Wu Feng didn't speak, just sipped the tea with his head sullen, seeing the embarrassing scene, Zhuge Ming, the governor of Weizhou, stood up, walked to the side of the silver-armored man with a smile, and said with a smile: "I heard that the governor of Weizhou led the five guards to help, and the whole of Weizhou is grateful, and the eldest prince of my family is very happy, but the battle has been fighting for days, causing some discomfort, if there is poor hospitality, I hope the governor will forgive me!"

"Last month, when the emperor was in the palace, the governor went to the imperial capital, and between the banquets, I had the fate to meet King Wucheng!" The silver-armored man didn't look at Zhuge Ming, and his gloomy gaze was always staring at the several grand dukes sitting on the top seat, "At that time, the prince of Wucheng was also unwell, just like the grand duke now, the governor was curious, so he raised his glass to toast, and then asked: 'The prince is over the age of old, can he still eat?' King Wucheng said: "One meal and three relics, the delicacies of the mountains and seas are also like chewing wax." Hearing this, His Majesty smiled and said: "The country is still the same, the years are easy to grow old, the gods will be late, and the white-haired fisherman!"

"Presumptuous!"

"How daring!"

In the continuous sneering of the silver-armored man, the Duke of Yunguo and Liu Zhiteng, the Duke of Cangguo, stood up at once, drew their swords and said to each other: "Wen Renji, you are too rampant to commit the following crimes!"

Ignoring the anger of the two princes, Wen Renji just looked at Wu Feng coldly, Wu Feng also raised his head, his eyes stared at him like electricity, his heart was a little cold, the jokes of King Wucheng at the banquet were not a secret for a long time, every morning when he got up, looking at his white temples in the bronze mirror, that indescribable panic and confusion impacted his heart all the time, looking at the majestic and imposing Wen Ren in front of him, Wu Feng asked himself, and had to admit that he was old, and the era of the four gods and generals had passed.

For thousands of years, generation after generation of the Grand Dukes and Governors, throwing their heads at the border pass, spilling blood, and the royal family of the royal family has lasted for thousands of years, and now, the Si people have passed away, and the four gods have long fallen apart.

"Is this father old, do you want to know?" Wu Feng smiled softly, the wrinkles on his face were faintly visible like blooming autumn chrysanthemums, there was no scorching heat, and there was no extreme cold: "You can ask the knife in my father's hand!"

Hearing Wu Feng's words, Wang Jin and Liu Zhi also sat down safely, looking at Wen Renji who was standing on the spot with a sneer, and the scene suddenly fell silent, and only the sound of Wu Feng sipping tea was heard.

Wen Renji smiled faintly, looking at Wu Feng on the first seat, that Wu Feng, like a knife about to be unsheathed, although I don't know where to go, but can also make people smell its edge, at the age of fourteen, Wu Feng went to the grassroots level like the heirs of other princes, joined the sequence of the Xuanjia Army, these years, he climbed over the corpse mountain and sea of blood, and finally won the throne of the Grand Duke, more than ten years ago, in the war between the human race and the barbarian race, the prestige of the four gods resounded through the Eastern Continent, to say something unpleasant, Wu Feng killed more people in his life than the people he had seen, much more！

"Ji doesn't mean to offend the Grand Duke!" Wen Renji arched his hand towards Wu Feng, then took out a silk book from his arms, and said with a smile: "This time I came to get the decree of the Pope's crown, there is war to help the war, and there is no battle to surrender!"

"Who will be surrendered?" Zhuge Ming chuckled in his heart, and suddenly asked urgently.

"Zhuge Dudu is such a smart person, can't he understand what this governor says?" Wen Renji chuckled, and said: "A few days ago, Jialing Pass was victorious, and the border has already been cleared, and the lord of the barbarian tribe has already presented a letter of surrender from the barbarian king like the Pope, and I came, of course, to be surrendered by the barbarian king!"

"You!" everyone's faces changed greatly, even Wu Feng, who had been sitting like a mountain, could barely hold the teacup in his hand at this moment, Zhuge Ming staggered back a few steps, and pointed at Wen Renji with a red face and asked in a trembling voice: "Do you know, now the barbarians are at the end of their crossbows, as long as the armies of several states are slightly integrated tomorrow, they will be able to cross the Sanggan River and annihilate the main force of the barbarians in one fell swoop.

"Zhuge Du Du said cautiously!" Wen Renji frowned, his face became more and more gloomy, ignoring everyone's almost violent faces, he raised his silk book, and said again: "This is the edict of Your Majesty and the Pope, at the latest, the holy decree from the imperial capital will be placed on the desk of your grand dukes, the barbarians have already surrendered, we should immediately collect our troops and prepare for negotiations between the two clans! In the past, when the Holy Ancestor was alive, there was a clear decree that the descendants of our human race would never take the initiative to invade the border tribes, and if they violated, the princes would cut them down!" Zhuge Dudu wants to kill all the barbarians after they ask for surrender, where do you want to put the Holy Ancestor?"