Chapter 132

Author: Liufeng Xiao

Chapter 132

Da Liang Shenwu seven years.

Da Liang has begun to launch the battle to destroy the country.

This battle can almost be described by crushing. South Korea is not an opponent of the beam. Before being destroyed, the Korean king died.

Then, then

No need to fight now.

The beam involved and solved the throne dispute at the fastest speed.

Without South Korea, those princes naturally did not have to fight.

Da Liang Shenwu for eight years.

Nangong, the northern king of the town raised the Liangliang military flag on the Korean land, and began the battle between Zhao and Chu in the Korean land.

Compared to South Korea, the two countries teamed up, and it seemed very tenacious.

One year has passed, and the country has not been destroyed, but the land of the two countries is constantly decreasing. It is only a matter of time to be destroyed.

Chu, Zhao sent an envoys to surrender, and promised to be a country's affiliated country, to tribute to the beam to ensure that he will never commit it again.

But Mingxuan did not agree, the determination to destroy the country was very firm.

Zhao and Chu are desperate, and they can only resist the scalp.

Shenwu nine years.

A major thing happened at the front line.

Zhenbei was assassinated on the battlefield, her couch was in bed, and eventually died.

This incident is huge for the entire beam, but it is the northern king. There are countless battles in life.

It's the soul of the beam!

But now, just died like this?!

At the moment of receiving the news, Daliang's ministers moved, and even Mingxuan couldn't help sitting on the dragon chair, showing a strong sadness on his face.

He still remembers that when King Zhenbei was still young, he went to Yanfu and hugged him by himself. He still remembers that the palm of the other party was very generous ...

"The widow's will, take the body of the northern king of the town, and the widow will hold him in person ... the national funeral!" Ming Xuan said sadly.

For Daliang, the death of King Zhenbei is a blow.

But my cream, the honey of the other.

For Da Zhao, Da Chu is a chance to lose the Daliang army of the northern king of the town.

However, Da Zhao, Da Chu just wanted to act, but was suppressed by Nangongyu. Da Liang did not have the Zhenbei king, and the daughter of the northern king of the town.

She inherited her father's legacy and became the new soul figure in the army.

Zhao, the dream of Chu's counterattack was broken.

You can only get a breathing opportunity through the death of King Beibei this time.

The remains of King Zhenbei were brought back by the elite composed of a three thousand people after his death. When the spiritual lady appeared in the vision of everyone, the people of the king cried all of them. The city was sorrowful.

Mingxuan personally took someone out of the palace to welcome the north king of the town.

Touching the spirit, he looked sad.

"Zhenbei ... Grandpa Nangong, welcome to come back."

He glanced at the elite of the Zhenbei body, and did not discover the figure of Nangongyu from it.

"No, the general said that the border must not have no general. Zhao, Chu, and Chu may be out of time, so she may not dare to leave the position."

A general said, showing sadness and respect in his eyes.

"Zhenbei generations of Zhongliang, I have them with them, it is the blessing of the beam, and at the same time, the beam owes them too much ..."

Ming Xuan sighed.

Then he began to host the national funeral.

All etiquette is performed according to the highest standards.

On the day he entered the Martyrs Cemetery, Ming Wuyan and others came in person, and the God of War came in person to see the veteran off on his final journey.

"Hey, King Zhenbei, have a nice trip."

Ming Wuyan sighed, and he used his spiritual mind to scan the body of King Zhenbei, and found that there were no fatal injuries on the body. The reason why the other party died was that his lifespan had come to an end.

Even if the opponent has taken the Dalongyang Pill, the hidden wounds accumulated on his body due to years of fighting are still eroding the opponent's lifespan bit by bit.

It’s not easy to persist until now.

Even if Mingwu rushes to the battlefield as soon as possible, I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover.

"Sister Chan, will it be like this in the future?"

Ming Wuyan murmured.

Knowing that Nangong Chan did not come back to attend the funeral, he pondered for a while, then stood up with his sword and rushed to the border as quickly as possible.

The current border is no longer the northern border of the past. With the efforts of Nangong Chan and King Zhenbei, the territory of Daliang has expanded a lot again.

In a city that originally belonged to the State of Zhao, there were military flags hanging from the beams at the moment. In the Commander's Mansion, Nangong Chan was looking at the maps of Zhao and Chu.

Studying how to annex these two dynasties next.

These two dynasties have been forced into a desperate situation, but even so, she still dare not be careless, after all, people often do the craziest things in desperate situations.

Not to mention a dynasty.

"Dad, I think we should attack Yunzhou of Zhao State next. This is the transportation hub of Zhao State. As long as we..."

Nangong Chan said subconsciously, but suddenly, her body shook and her eyes blurred as she said, "By the way, dad is... gone."

She looked out at the blue sky and murmured: "Counting the time, my father has been sent to the royal capital now and it's time to be buried. But as a woman, I can't even see him off on his last journey. I'm really unfilial.

."

She suddenly felt bored.

For decades, she accompanied the King of Zhenbei on his expeditions to the north and south, and experienced hundreds of battles, large and small. The relationship and tacit understanding between father and daughter were unparalleled.

But now, she will have to fight alone from now on.

Thinking of this, as tough as she was, tears welled up in her eyes.

"A person in his seventies or eighties is still crying. It's true."

Nangongchan wiped away her tears and laughed at herself.

At this time.

A figure appeared in the room, it was Ming Wuyan. Seeing him, Nangongchan turned around subconsciously and wiped away her tears.

Ming Wuyan watched from behind and sighed silently.

"Hey, isn't this the God of War? Why are you here? The situation between Daliang and Zhao and Chu is very good, and you don't need to take action."

Nangongchan managed to adjust her mood and forced a smile.

She made her purpose clear without saying anything: "Sister Chan, today is the day when King Zhenbei is buried. Aren't you going to see him off on his last journey?"

"I can't leave. Zhao and Chu are staring at me. Once I leave, there's no guarantee they won't fight back."

"I will take you to the royal capital and send you back after seeing off King Zhenbei for the last time. It only takes half a day. King Zhenbei has served his country as a soldier all his life. You are his daughter and his comrade. I think you should go and see him off.

If you are still worried, I can leave a clone to guard the border for you."

Ming said calmly without saying anything.

Hearing this, Nangongchan was really relieved, "Okay."

As a woman, how could she not want to see the King of Zhenbei off? Now that Mingwuyan had dispelled her worries, she naturally had nothing to hesitate about.

"Let's go."

Ming Wuyan wrapped Nangong Chan with his spiritual thoughts, took off with his sword, and flew towards the royal capital. Their actions were seen by many people.

Everyone knows that God of War took Nangong Chan back to see King Zhenbei.

They didn't stop it either.

Not only that, they all knelt down in the direction of the royal capital, drew their swords and put them on their chests, saying sadly and solemnly, "Farewell to the King of Zhenbei!"

On the other side, Chu and Zhao both knew that Nangong Chan had temporarily left the border, so they also took action, wanting to organize their manpower and launch a counterattack.

But while they were moving, a man slowly walked up the border city wall. He was dressed in white and had an indifferent expression, sitting calmly on the wall.

One person directly suppressed the entire border.
To be continued...