Feng Zhiyao said: "It's certain that Xiling dispatched at least 600,000 troops this time. With so many troops, and the reputation of the war god of Xiling Town Nanwang, let alone the princess, you, even those veterans on the battlefield, are you not worried?" Although Xiling Town Nanwang was once defeated by Mo Liufang, the regent of the Great Chu, Mo Liufang was dead and he was still alive.

"Li'er, you've done a good job." Xu Qingze looked at Ye Li and said lightly, his eyes that were used to being cold were filled with a faint warmth.

Ye Li smiled slightly and said, "Second brother, stop praising me. I am calm on my face and my heart is in chaos."

Xu Qingze said: "Don't be too nervous, just do what you can do. Just open your mouth if you have anything to do."

Ye Li nodded, "Thank you, second brother."

At this time, Mo Xiuyao, who was far away in Beirong, felt cold in his heart. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help but think of the past more than a year. Since the accident, he never thought that his life would be so comfortable and joyful. At the beginning, he was like a relative and a friend, and later, he helped each other and then to the deep affection. At some point, Ali's every frown and smile had been engraved into his heart, and it was difficult to get rid of this life.

"Prince." A secret guard appeared behind him quietly.

"What's the news?"

The secret guard said: "The list of the envoys behind the assassination of the princess has been found out. Also, since Xiling invaded, the emperor summoned the princess into the palace several times, as if he wanted to obtain the military power of the Mo family army from the princess. However, none of them succeeded."

A dark tide surged in Mo Xiuyao's eyes and he sneered: "He will never tell what priorities are. Let's tell Rong Hua that we must set off tomorrow no matter what."

The secret guard hesitated for a moment and said, "Princess Ronghua is afraid that she does not have that deep influence on Yelu Hong."

Mo Xiuyao said lightly: "If Yelu Hong wants to defeat Yelu Ye, he will naturally know what to do. Go and prepare, and set off tomorrow."

The secret guard nodded, "Subordinate to obey the order!"

After waving his guard back, Mo Xiuyao looked up at Haoyue in the sky, and his eyes gradually became gentle, "A Li... Xiuyao is always tired and suffering... One day... One day I will send you the best in the world to you. As for those who want to hurt you... I will never let them go!" Originally, when the news of Xiling's invasion came, Mo Xiuyao should set off to return to Beijing immediately, but the attitude of Beirong King was abnormally determined. Mo Xiuyao had to stay and attend the prince's wedding, and even had a faint sense of threat. Mo Xiuyao was not afraid of his threat, but if he really left on the spot, the Great Chu might face the attacks of two countries at the same time. The King of Beirong is not ready to annex Da Chu, but he didn't mind dragging Mo Xiuyao, the young and famous god of war for Xiling for a while, and perhaps he could get some benefits from it. So... he deserves to die!

Ten miles outside Xinyang City, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from Xiling were staring at the city not far away. That city was more attractive and meaningful than a mere border city. There were countless food and military supplies, and the prosperity and prosperity of the largest city in the northwest would become their real first step to conquer the Great Chu. In the commander's tent, the King of Zhennan, who was nearly fifty years old, sat behind the desk, holding the note he had just delivered for a while, and suddenly laughed wildly. The generals below looked at each other in a little, wondering what made the prince so happy. When he had laughed enough, he said loudly: "Mo Liufang! You have today too! If you still saw that you had reached this state of the king's mansion, would you regret it?!"

The generals exchanged glances one after another, and the person standing in front came out and asked, "Prince, what good news is there?"

King Zhennan handed the memorial over, and smiled at everyone, "The King Ding Mansion is really no successor, and a woman is actually in charge of military power!" The general who saw memorial also had a hint of strangeness on his face and said, "Deputy Commander of the Marquis of Nanhou, Princess of Ding? What does Dongchu mean?" King Zhennan snorted and said, "It's just a matter of no choice. The King of Nanhou has heard of this person, and he has always been neutral and does not care about worldly affairs. It's okay to be a general, but he doesn't have the ability to command the Mo family army. What's more, the military power of the Mo family is not so easy to obtain."

"Can't it be that the Mo family army is now in the hands of the Princess Ding?" the general said in surprise.

King Zhennan nodded and smiled thoughtfully: "Yes, Mo Xiuyao is far away from Beirong and can't come back. After the Ding King's Mansion is gone, no one can lead troops to the expedition. Now the military power has fallen into the hands of a 16 or 17-year-old yellow-haired girl." The generals under the tent couldn't help but get excited, and they whispered for a while. Someone came out and said: "Since that's the case, Prince, we just took this opportunity to clean up the Mo family army. So as not to cause trouble for our eastward expedition with King Ding!" King Zhennan narrowed his eyes slightly, caressed his empty left sleeve casually with his right hand and said: "Although I want to fight with Mo Xiuyao,... for the generals, we must not fight with each other. This time, it is indeed the best opportunity given to our army by God. If we can destroy this army, the Ding King's Mansion will not be in a state of chaos!"

"I'm sure to listen to the prince's orders!" Everyone said in unison, and the idea of ​​destroying the Ding King's Mansion made everyone feel faintly excited.

The King of Zhennan nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, step up the attack on Xinyang, and you must take down Xinyang City within three days! Then go to Jiangxia to capture the Mo family army in one place!"

"Abide by the order!"

"Report to the Princess, the letter No. 2 has arrived." In the camp of the Mo Family Army, Ye Li was sitting in the big tent and discussing matters with Nanhou and others while the entire army was stationed. Zhuo Jing came in with a letter, and Ye Li didn't raise his head, and said in a low voice: "Translation is given to me." Zhuo Jing nodded and walked to the corner of the tent to pick up the translation letter. Ye Li continued to say to Nanhou: "It will take at least seven days for us to arrive in Jiangxia. It is probably difficult to speed up the marching speed that the Marquis said."

Nan Hou frowned and said, "Why is this? The Mo family army has always been fast. I remember that when I was the fastest, I traveled hundreds of miles a day..."

Ye Li shook his head and said, "Mr. Marquis, that's a small team. We have nearly 300,000 troops. The road that should have arrived in ten days is reduced to five days. Do you think that even if you really arrive at the border, these 300,000 soldiers still have the strength to fight? I'm afraid that the people of Xiling will not give us time to renovate. Once we arrive in Jiangxia, we can only meet a fierce battle." Nan Hou sighed heavily, "I don't know what the princess said, but I am really worried about Xinyang..." Ye Li shook her head and whispered: "Xinyang cannot be saved. How many days can the marquis face the king of Zhennan? " Nan Hou thought for a moment: "Xinyang City is not short of military supplies. If it is this marquis, you should be able to guard for one month."
Chapter completed!