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Chapter 143: Joy Begets Sadness(2/2)

Li Shan was overjoyed that all 60,000 Suizhou troops had surrendered, but what about his small mistake of breaking into the big tent?

"Jingrong, sit down." Liu Tingzhou also asked Chen Jingrong to sit down with a livid face, but his temper was better than Dong Yuan. After Chen Jingrong sat down, he told him, "Meng Zhen, Meng Zhixiang had already voted for Huaidong, and led Xinyang last night

The defenders followed Ning Zechen and left Xinyang..."

"Ah!" When Chen Jingrong heard the news, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He jumped up as if the chair was a nail board full of fangs, which made him tremble all over. He staggered and fell to the ground...

Chen Jingrong and Dong Yuan had long understood that the Meng family and Shouzhou were at odds with each other. However, considering that Xinyang was still under the rule of Huaixi, they did not think that the Meng family could simply and completely defect to Huaidong. It was more likely that

Sit on the fence and watch.

Even if the Meng family defected to Huaidong, it didn't matter. After all, in the Xinyang City garrison with a total strength of nearly 9,000 people, there were many generals who were close associates of Dong Yuan. What was terrible was that Ning Zechen led Feng Lijun.

The First Town Division's Xinyang garrison suddenly left Xinyang last night, and Dong Yuan's cronies placed in the Xinyang garrison did not even report the news here. It can be said that Ning Zechen led the Fengli Army and the Meng family threatened the Xinyang garrison.

The army's departure from Xinyang was something Huaidong had planned carefully long ago!

Maybe the trusted generals Dong Yuan had placed in the Xinyang garrison had been purged. They were a total of 25,000 people, and armored elites accounted for 60% of the powerful troops. They suddenly left Xinyang like this!

Chen Jingrong fell to the ground, holding his hands on the ground. A place name flashed in his mind, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood: "Lin Fu is so vicious here!" Seeing that Dong Yuan and Liu Tingzhou's faces were ashen, they must have understood Huaidong a long time ago.

His hands and feet were trembling and he asked, "Is it still too late?"

Liu Tingzhou was about to cry, but shook his head and said: "Huaidong, in the name of transporting grain to the west, prepared ships in Xinyang on the 20th that could carry 30,000 troops and horses. We just got the news and have been delayed all night; if Huaidong

If Dong is to secretly attack the post station in the north, even if we send fast horses to send messages, they may not be able to march as fast as them..."
Chapter completed!
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