"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!" The elven army retreated gloomily, the Eight Banners Legion and the Guards Legion thundered with joy, and everyone looked at that Zhou Dashuai with admiration. It was this man who led himself and others to break out of the siege from the ten thousand armies, and during this period, he occupied Wanghai City, burned the elven fleet, and conquered Zhongyue City, one by one, so that all the officers and soldiers were convinced of Zhou Yi.

Waving his hand, Zhou Yipo wanted to be like a big man in his previous life, and said while waving his hand: "Hello comrades! A few people walked out of it, and Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly froze.

"Zhou Yi, do you know the guilt of letting go of the elf big man without authorization, what kind of crime should you be guilty of!" Zheng Taihong asked as soon as he met, and Zhou Yi was stunned.

Don't be so shameless, he and the others haven't been held accountable for framing friendly troops and escaping without permission, it's good that he actually beat him up.

"Zheng Taihong! You are presumptuous! Lonely, I want to ask you why when I divided the troops, I said that you would contain Hicks, but in the end you withdrew the troops without permission! Lonely and desperate, do you want to rebel!" Zhao Mu drove his horse forward, drew his war knife and pointed at Zheng Taihong and scolded.

"Your Highness, the order to withdraw the troops was given by the commander! When the troops were divided, it was said that His Highness and Zhou Yi would raid from the back road, why did Hicks raise the strength of the whole army to besiege our army, but you didn't show up! Besides, at the beginning, there was only the remnants of Hicks's army that Zhou Yi transmitted, why did nearly a million troops appear in the end! Is it that Zhou Yi faked the military information this week?" Gong Hao stepped forward to block Zhao Mu and looked up at him.

"Okay, okay, Your Highness is already happy that the whole army can retreat, why bother with such a stalemate!" Wen Jia watched Zhou Yi and Zhao Mu retreat, and the worry that had been hanging in his heart was suddenly put down, and at this time, seeing that the two sides were facing each other, he hurriedly stepped forward to start a round.

"Hmph!" Gong Hao had already received Luo Jing's order, and although he and Zhou Yi had already torn their faces, they didn't dare to harm him at this time. But in order to prevent Zhou Yi and Zhao Mu from being entangled with the past, Zheng Taihong took the lead and made trouble, so he stepped forward to muddy the water.

"But ......"

"Your Highness, don't talk about this matter again!" Zhao Muben was about to continue, but Zhou Yi hurriedly stopped him. There are many coincidences in this matter, such as no one knowing that the second batch of elven landing troops will come ashore so quickly, such as the sudden appearance of the elven crown prince and so on. If it is entangled, it will be a confused account at all. Zhao Mu can accuse Gong Hao and others of withdrawing without authorization, and Gong Hao can also explain that the enemy army is in great distress and cannot be defeated, and he can also bite Zhou Yi and lie about the military situation!

"Hmph!" Zhao Mu snorted coldly, he could ignore Wen Jia's words, but Zhou Yi's words couldn't help but listen.

"Okay, okay, Your Highness, please enter the customs!" Wen Jia smiled and stretched out his hand, respectfully inviting Zhao Mu and the others to enter the customs. Gong Hao and Zheng Taihong stood aside with cold faces and waited, Zhao Mu is the eldest prince, the crown prince, and the commander of the southern aid army this time, and the respect on his face is still necessary.

"What about Marshal Huangfu?Why didn't you see him come to greet him?" Suddenly, Zhao Mu remembered that he hadn't seen Huangfu Lesheng, paused his steps, and turned his head to ask Wen Jia. Wen Jia smiled, and turned his face to look at Gong Hao and Zheng Taihong.

"What is Wen Shuai looking at me waiting for! The death of Huangfu Lesheng has nothing to do with us!" Seeing Wen Jia looking at himself and the others, Zheng Taihong said in shame.

"Boom!" is like a thunderbolt from the sky, Zhou Yi is stupid, Teacher Huangfu is dead!? How is this possible? The teacher's martial arts cultivation is so high, who in the world can kill the teacher.

"What? Zheng Taihong, what are you talking about!" Zhao Muqing suddenly lost control, turned over and dismounted and walked towards Zheng Taihong, grabbed his collar and asked sharply.

"Well, Huangfu Lesheng is indeed dead, and all the officers above the commander of the Ninth Army Banner are dead!" Caught off guard, coupled with Zhao Mu's identity, Zheng Taihong did not break free, but calmly told the truth.

Zhao Mu's hand holding his collar was loose, his expression was hideous, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Jia and asked, "Wen Jia, say, I want to know how Marshal Huangfu died!"

"Your Royal Highness, Marshal Huangfu was attacked and killed while inspecting the training of the Seventh Legion, and then hundreds of generals such as Le Cheng, Yan Junxia, and Peng Yue all died!" Wen Jia complained bitterly in his heart, how could he let himself explain! This is not easy to get along with Wende, but this Zhou Yi is the favored person of the Seventh Army, and it is not easy to fool! Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but look at Zhou Yi, only to see Zhou Yi sitting on the horse with a blank face, as if he had not yet woken up from this shocking news.

Huangfu Le Sheng is his master in martial arts, and this Zhou Yi is really affectionate and sexual, no wonder Meng Zhangyuan and Jiang Zhangyuan value him so much!

"Who did it?" Zhao Mu stared at Wen Jia tightly, Gong Hao and Zheng Taihong had never been cold to themselves, and it was impossible for them to ask anything.

"Returning to His Highness, the cause of death of all people is the same, there is no damage on the outside, but the internal organs are shattered. I really don't know who did it!" Wen Jia thought about it, but still didn't dare to tell the truth, but just told the situation.

"Drive!" Zhou Yi didn't speak, and after coming to his senses, he drove his horse straight to the north of the city, and the Eight Banners all followed closely and didn't dare to leave.

"Brother Zhou!" As soon as Zhao Mu saw Zhou Yi's strange appearance, he couldn't care about talking nonsense with the three of them, so he turned over and hurriedly chased after him. The Eight Banners Legion and the Guards Legion also followed behind and rumbled into the city, and now that Huangfu Lesheng is not there, there is no knowledge in the city, how dare the generals of the two armies leave the commander for a while.

"Alas!" Wen Jia sighed, watching the army enter the city, standing there without moving.

"Marshal Wen, the one who knows the times is Junjie!" Gong Hao stood there with his hands folded and spoke coldly to Wen Jia. The latter glanced back with deep meaning, naturally knowing that they knew everything about it.

The Ninth Army Corps is now leaderless, and there is no chaos under the leadership of junior officers. The commander of the legion was inexplicably killed, and the imperial court would naturally uphold justice. However, the official of the DPRK and China has been here for a long time, and he just stays at the army headquarters every day and does not go anywhere, even if Gong Hao and Zheng Taihong come to see him, they will not see him, and he has only seen Wen Jia during this period, and everyone does not know what he said.

Looking at this situation, I am afraid that the proclamator is waiting for the eldest prince and Lord Zhou! All the officers and soldiers are speculating about the proclamator's intentions!

"Lord Zhou is back! Lord Zhou is back!" The military camp that was dead and silent in the past suddenly became lively, and I saw the tall handsome flag of the Eight Banners Legion fluttering, and Zhou Yi's figure appeared outside the barracks.

"Lord Zhou, you can come back! The commander is dead, the commander of the Yan division and the commander of the Peng division are also dead, the current situation of our Ninth Legion, alas, ......" A group of officers surrounded him, and one of them immediately spoke.

"Where is the body of the marshal?" Before Zhou Yi could speak, Lei Kai, the commander of the samurai battalion, asked urgently.

"Now that the weather is gradually getting warmer, the subordinates will be buried after discussing Marshal Wen Jia's inspection!" Seeing Lei Kai's question, the man quickly replied.

"Lead the way!" Zhou Yi said coldly with a blank face, his words were extremely simple. When I suddenly had heart palpitations in Wanghai City that day, I already knew that something bad must have happened, but I never expected it to be such earth-shattering news. He is in a very depressed mood now, and he is really not in the mood to greet him, even if he ignores Wen Jia.

Out of the north gate, go to the Lianyun Mountains, at the foot of a towering green mountain, there are more than 100 new tombs, one of which is particularly tall. The Qinling Empire pays attention to entering the soil for safety, and the death of the army + generals is generally buried as long as it is on the territory of the empire, which means that life is the land of the empire and death is the territory of the empire.

Zhou Yi got off the horse early, stumbled to the tomb, and saw a few lines of big characters engraved on the tombstone, "The tomb of the prince of the Qinling Empire, the generalissimo of Pingnan, and the commander of the Ninth Army."

Kneeling on the ground, his fingers gently caressing the stone tablet, Zhou Yi's tears were like rain, and the heroic figure in front of the black dragon's lair took himself to the Lianyun Mountains day and night, and hurried to the moon to rescue himself, and the sound and smile of many Dun Dun teachings surged into his heart together. He suddenly felt a trace of unbearable weight of life, and he couldn't breathe from the oppression.

"Master......" shouted to the sky with exhaustion, and the sad voice shocked those who heard it and wept when they saw it. Lei Kai lay on the ground and cried, and the husband of a man of several decades cried like a child. Who said that men have no tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

"Teacher, teacher!" Zhao Mu hurriedly came from behind, saw a few people in front of the tombstone, two lines of hot tears rolled down, and he ran to the tombstone and knelt down, and threw himself on the ground crying and wailing.

The officers and soldiers of the Ninth Legion, the Eight Banners Legion, several county kings of the Half-Elves, and several divisional and regimental generals of the Eight Commanders and Guards Corps arrived one after another, and from the tombstone to the outside of the mountain, the dense crowd all knelt on the ground, crying and crying!

"Crying bitterly, the three armies are su, and the sound is shocking. Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of his loyalty, and he will not forget to sacrifice for the country!" Zhou Yi wiped his tears, stood up, tried his best to communicate with the Holy Dao, and recited the sacrificial poem aloud. This was the first time he had a feeling, and the sky suddenly had clouds and hedgehogs gathered on top of each other, and the Holy Dao thunder roared. Because of the sorrow and righteousness in his poems, the holy way was touched, and the heavens and the earth were sad, and blood began to rain in the air, dripping down in the four fields.

Huangfu Lesheng has been running around for the empire all his life, doing his best, and the northern orcs have conquered all ethnic groups in the south, which can be regarded as a loyal and dedicated to the country. Thinking of the teacher's diligent cultivation of martial arts, but being despised by the holy path monks, Zhou Yi's heart was even more sad.

"Teacher, the disciple understands that you are not hostile to Wendao, but you are just an imperial saint monk who is not a son of man, and is not worthy of your respect! The disciple swears that he will not let the imperial scholars respect you during his lifetime, and after his death, I will remember you all the scholars of the world! Let all the scholars of the world come to worship you!" Thinking of the regret of the emperor and the saint, Zhou Yi silently swore in his heart that he could not be recognized by the literati in life, and he would be extremely honored in death!

"The Holy Dao is above, no matter who it is! If you dare to harm Teacher Huangfu, you will be Zhou Yi's enemy of life and death! I swear to kill him!" Zhou Yi suddenly drew his sword and swore to the Holy Dao in the sky!

"If you dare to harm the Emperor Fu Dashuai, it is the life-and-death revenge of the Eight Half-Elves! We will swear to kill it!" There was a sound of drawing knives, and under the leadership of several county kings and the Eight Banners, more than 100,000 half-elves shouted in unison.

"We swear to kill it!" Zhao Mu and the people of the Guards Legion and the Ninth Legion also wiped away their tears and stood up and drew their swords and swore an oath.

In the entire cemetery, the shouting and killing sound shook the sky, and the murderous aura overflowed, even Gong Hao and Zheng Taihong, who were far away in Manchuan Pass, felt something in their hearts, and their necks were cold!