"Your Majesty is here!"

"Long live my king!" On the vast grassland, officials wearing tough and thin clothes stood up, put their right hands on their chests and bent down to salute.

Su Mengdie and others bowed their hands coldly. This country is really puzzling. Why can this become a kingdom? Look, King Fulin wrapped his whole body like a rice dumpling, three layers inside and three layers outside, golden silk soft armor, and two sets of armor. Be good, I'm afraid of death, which is really rare. Let's talk about the ministers.

Except for the strong people who followed Wurina, the rest were probably bought by money, and they embezzled the officials. The people once complained and even went to the yamen to complain. Now, they heard that they did not seek justice after being wronged and waited for death directly. A good prairie was still dead. If Wurina had not been resisted, no one would need to fight and collapse directly.

The country of Fulin has become countless small tribes without order.

Of course, it is not bad to become a few small tribes. Only then can it develop. A strong country must have one country, two systems. If you don’t, the other faction will kill you directly to prevent being killed by your own people. You have to keep improving. Unfortunately, before it reaches that point, the South Vietnamese Kingdom has been stationed in.

Although the flag has not been inserted into the top of the palace, it will not take long. The country of Flin belongs to Nanyue.

"Look!" Wanqi Shenfeng pointed at a hunchback with fun, and turned his head to signal Fu Yunche to look.

Fu Yunche looked indifferently, shook his head and sighed. Seeing Su Mengdie's face confused, he said, "That is the Grand Marshal of Fulin Country!"

"Puff, cough, cough, cough!" Not only Su Mengdie, but also the two marshals Ke Muqing and Ouyang Zhanyun behind him, and the marshal? He was the marshal of Zhenguo? Can he withstand their fingers?

The hunchbacked old man was in his forties, with a skinny and bald head, and his old hand holding a teacup was trembling. A few drops of water splashed out due to the unstable movements, and he was also holding a cane. He had a yellow face and thin skin. Behind him were a few burly men. Beloved, if such a person was a marshal who held military power, ghosts would shake their heads.

Su Mengdie increasingly felt that the recession of Fulin Country made sense. Even the men behind the hunchbacked old man, any marshal who was a marshal was better than him? No need to think that he had money to make the devil push the mill. It seems that this hunchbacked old man had a very rich background, otherwise how could he buy an official position above ten thousand people?

Ouyang Zhanyun and Ke Muqing were extremely proud at this time. As a marshal, he not only had a smart mind, superb formation technique, but also had a strong body and the spirit of sweeping thousands of troops. They all had the position of marshal, but they were not obtained by money, but they were all real skills. Ke Muqing had once been a chef.

Climbing all the way to the marshal's position, no matter how much money he has given him, he will not start over again. He envies those who buy official positions with money, but he also knows that a country without strength cannot survive forever, and he still feels that relying on strength is the safest.

"I'll tease that King Flin later!" Su Mengdie became very entertained. Perhaps the people from the country of Flin would not be threatening, so they would lose respect.

Fu Yunche warned with a serious expression: "Be careful in your words and actions, and don't forget your identity!"
Chapter completed!