"drive……"

Chen Sheng gently clamped the horse's belly, urging the seated horse to slowly jump out of the formation. The bright red cloak shrouded in the dark fish scale armor, under the noon sun, was like a ball of flowing blood, attracting the city.

All the soldiers above and below the city are paying attention!

He rode his horse a hundred steps outside Daliang City, reined up his horse, raised his head, and shouted loudly: "I am Chen Sheng of the Han Dynasty. Please meet General Wang Jian before the battle!"

He has channeled enough energy, his voice is like a tiger's voice, his shout is like thunder, as if the ground is moving and the city is shaking!

Hundreds of thousands of troops inside and outside the inner city, together with tens of thousands of people in Daliang City, can all be clearly heard!

Behind Chen Sheng, the 50,000 red-coated troops all raised their heads and stared intently at the top of the city. They also wanted to see this famous general of the Zhou Dynasty who was famous all over the world, but who seemed to have no great victory.

On top of the city, tens of thousands of Zhou Dynasty imperial troops with bows and swords raised were constantly turning their heads and looking around, looking for the figure of their general. Today was also the first time for them to see Chen Sheng, the famous "chaotic traitor" in Kyushu, with their own eyes.

"King of Hanting", they also wanted to hear what Chen Sheng would say to his general... Even if they didn't want to know, Chen Sheng rode out of the battle and invited his general by name to meet him in front of the battle.

If the general is too timid to accept the invitation, his morale will inevitably plummet!

However, they looked around, but they could not see the majestic figure with gray hair and a figure as tall and tall as a mountain!

Among the crowd, a young general with a body as strong as a calf, who looked to be twenty-seven or eighty years old, but not even a beard on his lips, looked at the city standing with his sword, not angry or intimidating.

Chen Sheng looked around at the people who were whispering and excited, and secretly poked his old father beside him with some embarrassment: "Father, how can this be done? Otherwise, my son will directly refuse his invitation.

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Wang Ben looked at the handsome Chen Sheng below, his big fleshy face wrinkled into a ball, and he couldn't help but pull his beard with one hand: "As a father, I can go and have a few words with him on behalf of your grandfather, and it's not a big deal.

It's just some gossip about good birds choosing trees to roost. I'm afraid that this animal doesn't have martial ethics. It's said that it's a meeting before the battle, but it's actually about beheading the general and seizing the flag... If my father is not mistaken, this thief is in trouble.

He has already cultivated to the level of heaven and man. Is his grandma really buried in the dragon vein in his ancestral grave? How old is this guy? Even if he started practicing moves since he was still in his mother's womb, there is absolutely no way that he can cultivate to the level of heaven and man so quickly.

What a pose!"

"Xiantian realm?"

The young general glanced at his old father with some confusion: "Aren't you also in the Xiantian realm?"

Wang Ben got angry and slapped the young general on the back of his head, knocking his helmet off: "Look at him, and then look at yourself. They are all of the same age, don't you feel ashamed?"

The young general straightened the bag on his head, took a big step back without saying a word, and then silently glanced at his old father with strange eyes.

Wang Ben's big hand twitched again. If he hadn't noticed some soldiers sneaking around and looking this way from the corner of his eye, he would have slapped you again... Back away? I can beat you away even if you back off.

helmet!

"Just order the messenger to reply and reject his invitation. We men don't need to take this risk. We all have our own masters, and there is nothing to talk about!"

He withdrew his gaze and looked down again at the young face whose features were fifty or sixty similar to Chen Ao's, and he sincerely admired in his heart: 'It's really a dragon and a phoenix!'

As a veteran who has fought countless battles for the rest of his life, he has already sharpened his intuition as sharp as a beast in the bloody battles in Northern Xinjiang that seemed to never end. This intuition once guided him in his battle with dogs.

During the battles between Rong and the demon clan, he escaped countless fatal situations and places of death.

He has no doubt about his intuition!

But now, his consciousness is constantly warning him.

Warn him not to go down, Chen Sheng will most likely take action.

Warn him, he may, probably, there is a high probability... that he is not Chen Sheng's opponent!

The latter made him somewhat doubtful about life.

Realm is a realm, and strength is strength. There are many practitioners in the world who are comparable to the Xiantian realm, but those who truly have the strength of the Xiantian realm are less than 30% of all Xiantian realm practitioners!

But Chen Sheng is clearly not just a silver-like pewter spearhead with only one realm, but a real innate warrior with innate-level combat power, and he is also the most powerful among the innate warriors... at least better than him!

'Is it possible that the rumors that this kid has the aura of a human emperor are false?'

He secretly thought to himself: 'Is this kid really the one who seizes the body of a demon?'

Perhaps it was because Chen Ao leaked to him the relationship between Chen Ao and Chen Sheng that although Wang Ben still maintained the attitude of "having different paths and not working together" on the surface, he always thought about information related to Chen Sheng.

At that time, he always involuntarily put himself in the position of his elders.

Even he himself was not aware of this change.

"General Chen, please come back. I and General Chen have no grievances in the past and have no enmity in recent times. Now they are their own masters and unite their troops to fight. In order to avoid unnecessary verbal disputes, it is not convenient for me to meet with General Chen. When my king's army is defeated,

On the day of General Chen's red-coated army, I will definitely prepare fine wines and delicacies, and I'll be waiting for you!"

The messengers, who were hundreds of powerful and round-waisted, shouted in unison and relayed the words given to them by the young general to Chen Sheng below the city.

The neat shouts were heard not only by the tens of thousands of forbidden troops on top of the city, but also by Chen Sheng below the city. The fifty thousand red-coated troops arrayed hundreds of feet outside the city also heard it!

Suddenly, the tens of thousands of Forbidden Army soldiers on the city's head increased in momentum and shouted "Mighty" in unison!

The 50,000 red-coated troops arrayed outside the city were all furious. Their violent murderous aura and evil spirit condensed into a faint blood-colored mist, which floated over the army and lingered for a long time!

Under the city, after Chen Sheng heard the shouts of the hundreds of messengers, his eyes were slightly empty. He quickly glanced around the hundred soldiers. After finding nothing, he opened his eyes with an expressionless face and said nothing.

He turned his horse's head and galloped towards the main formation. The gloomy look between his eyebrows could almost make him cry!

Wang Jian was unwilling to leave the city for a brief talk, which was part of his consideration.

But Wang Jian not only refused to go out of the city to talk to him, but also had a verbal argument with him. This was something he didn't expect... Wang Jian didn't even want to call him your highness!

In the blink of an eye, it was nearly a year since he declared himself king.

Although he had never been a loner, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he was no different from his former self when he became queen.

If I have to say there is any difference, maybe it is that life is more difficult after becoming the queen...

Before he became king, he could still spend three days fishing and two days drying nets.

After becoming king, he is either 996 or 007. It is normal for him to pass through the house three times without entering.

However, he did not regard himself as a superior king, which did not mean that he did not respect the hard-won position of King of Han under him at all.

He cherishes this throne very much!

He cherishes it so much that every day when he sits on it, he is trembling with fear, walking on thin ice, fearing that if he makes a small mistake, it will be multiplied by hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, millions...

He will never allow any outsider to insult this throne!

Yes, we don’t need to care about him as a big king. There are many people on the streets of Chen County who will eat the carrot head of the county guard’s brother when they see him. Little milk baby, he still deserves to have a smile on his face.

But outsiders are not allowed. Anyone who dares to humiliate will die!

Because this throne is not only the face of Chen Sheng, but also the face of his 300,000 red-coated troops and six to seven million Han court people!

If a speck of dust falls on this throne, countless blood and tears may be shed!

In order to prevent my own people from bleeding and crying.

Then we can only shed the blood of outsiders...

The tall and strong horse galloped wildly carrying Chen Sheng, and plunged into the army. He whispered in the ear of Ji Bu, who was commanding the army: "Beat the drums, attack, and massacre the army in the city!"

When Ji Bu heard this, his head suddenly stiffened. He swung his saber and roared hysterically: "Beat the drums and attack. Let's go down to the city and slaughter the army!"

the other side.

The young general who organized the messengers to finish his reply came back to his old father with a smile, and asked for credit: "Commander Father, what do you think of your son's words?"

Wang Ben glanced at him from the corner of his eye expressionlessly, and suddenly brought up a strong gust of wind with his big hand, and slapped him on the face. Not only did the bag buckled on his head fly away, but he also slapped him.

He had to spin 360 degrees on the spot!

The young general was completely stunned by this sudden slap!

The slap that knocked his helmet crooked earlier was just a unique way of communicating feelings between father and son.

To be precise, it is a child-training technique passed down in their Wang family. When his father was not a father, his grandfather also taught him this way. Now that his father is a father, he also teaches him this way, and he has already learned it in his heart.

He made up his mind that when he had a son in the future, he would teach him the same lesson.

That slap seemed like a joke and did not hurt the relationship between father and son.

And this slap is a real slap!

He was very angry.

His father was obviously very angry too!

This made him very confused. Didn't he refuse the invitation of the "rebellious minister and traitor" according to the wishes of his old father? Why should he be beaten?

"Who asked you to provoke Chen Sheng?"

Wang Ben growled angrily and in a low voice, feeling angrily in his heart that 'I have broken my heart for this family, but it would be better for you to not only not help, but also to make trouble for me.'

The young general had not yet reacted: "Didn't the general order the last general to pass on the order to the soldiers and refuse the invitation of the 'chaotic traitor'?"

The veins on Wang Ben's forehead twitched: "If you refuse an invitation, then you refuse the invitation. Why are you provoking him?"

"Is this considered a provocation?"

The young general pointed angrily at the surging red-coated troops in that compartment, "The real provocation is yet to come!"

Wang Ben opened his mouth and was about to explain to him when he heard a roar like a mountain roar coming from outside the city: "Go to the city and slaughter the army!"

The two of them turned back together and looked at the powerful military force that was sweeping in like a thundercloud covering the sky and the earth. They were still separated by a hundred feet. The force was as violent as an August mountain fire and the arrogance of the powerful army was soaring to the sky.
To be continued...