"Okay, I'll prepare now!" After confirming that Zhirou was not going back to the palace, Lin Leyi shouted excitedly. After that, he turned around and prepared to order troops and started a counterattack against the Turks.

Seeing Lin Leyi's anxious look, Zhirou rolled her eyes, but did not stop her. Instead, she smiled at the corner of her mouth.

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In the 669th year of the first year (the insects forgot the time, if you make up for it, don’t blame it), that is, three years and eight months after the war between the Tan Zhu Kingdom and the Turkic dynasty began, in summer, the hot waves not only swept the entire Tan Zhu Kingdom, but also, the land outside Luohua City was full of white smoke and twisted.

After Zhirou decided to counterattack, she directly recaptured the three cities that were robbed by the Turkic dynasty with lightning speed.

Outside Luohua City, there is a wide river, Liusha River. The water volume of Liusha River is huge, with a river width of fifty zhang and a river depth of twenty zhang. In the past, this was a natural danger for the Turks, or the Tan Zhu Kingdom.

As long as you keep the riverside, basically, there will be no loss of the city.

However, under an earthquake, a landslide appeared above the Liusha River, resulting in a natural dam, which directly blocked the endless river water of the Liusha River.

At this moment, the quicksand river lacks the injection of fresh water, and the scorching sun has already dried up. Even the riverbed is cracking.

Without the isolation of the river, Luohua City and the Turkish Wage City were directly connected.

Zhirou stood in front of Liusha River in military uniform, and looked over to the other side of Liusha River with deep eyes.

On the other side of the Liusha River, Yelu Xinghui had already led the last 200,000 soldiers of the Turkic dynasty to confront Zhirou. Over the past three years, with Zhirou's repeated calculations, the Turkic soldiers suffered huge losses in every battle.

Now, the Turkic dynasty has only the last force, which is only 200,000. This battle is the last duel for Yelu Xinghui and the Turks. If this failure is made, the Turks can only surrender, or retreat to the depths of the Turkic country and retreat to the turtle.

"Brother, let's start! This time, it's a face-to-face duel. Our Turkic cavalry will not be afraid of anyone! Brother, this time, we will definitely win!" Yelu Mengjie stood beside Yelu Xinghui, looking at the cold Zhirou opposite the river bank, Yelu Mengjie felt angry.

"A arrogant soldier will be defeated. Brother, they will definitely lose. And we have suffered three years of losses. Now, we have no way out. We will meet each other on a narrow road, and the brave will win!"

In Yelu Mengjie's heart, I always felt that in the past three years, the Turks' miserable defeat was Zhirou who used the beauty trick to make his brother fascinated and failed again and again.

And now, Yelu Mengjie has also come here from the capital. As long as you keep a watch, Yelu Xinghui and Yelu Mengjie believe that the Turks will definitely win.

"Shut up! Since Zhirou dares to fight against me, the Turkic Iron Cavalry face to face, there must be a conspiracy. If you don't understand, don't always incite here!" Yelu Xinghui, who suffered a loss for three years, also felt scared in his heart when facing Zhirou.
Chapter completed!