Wang Jian has been having a very uncomfortable life these days.

Although the Nanzhao army was blocked outside Chengdu City, and the other party attempted to infiltrate all places, burn, kill and looted teams, he was nailed to various small cities and could not move, it was not a matter of victory in the general trend of war.

Compared with the princes who were competing for the Central Plains, Wang Jian's military strategist strategy was not outstanding, and he was not as good as Li Maozhen. Otherwise, the 500,000 army would not have been defeated overnight in Dengzhou. This is also the fundamental reason for Wang Jian's failure in Nanzhao.

But no matter how bad his attainments on the battlefield are, it is compared to the experts in the Central Plains. Aside from the failure of underestimating the enemy and taking steady steps, it is far from comparable to those barbarian generals in Nanzhao, and it is not difficult to stabilize the situation.

What Wang Jian is worthy of is that his talent is relatively comprehensive, political affairs and strategy can be shown, and his temperament is stable and tenacious, he will not be angry at all times, and he can handle relationships from all sides well. He rarely acts extreme.

In these aspects, King Qi is not as good as him.

Therefore, although Wang Jian’s army is not many and not strong, it is not difficult to block the Nanzhao army. Especially after receiving the help of Shushan Sword Sect, the Khitan monks in the Nanzhao army no longer have the possibility of showing off their power, and he also made up for the last shortcoming.

Logically speaking, he should be in a good mood.

However, the attitude of the King of Nanzhao was too arrogant. He wrote a letter every day, and he arrogantly persuaded Wang Jian to surrender, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and jointly seek great achievements and enjoy wealth and honor, and not to bury the Tang Dynasty, which was about to perish.

Every time, these letters were copied into many copies and shot into the city by many great monks from different places, making it difficult to defend against.

At first, Wang Jian didn't care, but after a long time, he gradually couldn't bear it anymore.

Wang Jian was still a prince in Shu. Before he was invited by the court, King Nanzhao took advantage of his failure to send troops to the Central Plains and sent troops to attack Shu. At that time, it was also a bloody battle. Although Wang Jian finally repelled the other party, the number of people was captured and lost countless wealth.

When the King of Nanzhao fled into the Wuqi Road Steaming Gorge. When he left Shu, he immediately stood on the high slope and said to Wang Jian with a smile, asking him not to send him away. He would come back to visit him again. He also asked Wang Jian to prepare goods for the next time, so as not to ask him to plunder the people's wealth and ointment everywhere, which made Wang Jian so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Not long after, the King of Nanzhao came again. This time he even fought at the city of Chengdu. This was Wang Jian’s great humiliation. Now he has been ridiculed for several days. How could this be a dignified person tolerate?

"This bastard is too bullying! A Southern Barbarian is so arrogant. I really think that Wang Jian is afraid of him and dare not go out of the city to fight?!" Wang Jian slapped the letter in his hand on the table table, jumped up with anger, and flew directly to the city under the unexpected gaze of the generals.

Outside the city is the Nanzhao army, with a strict formation and ready to go. At first glance, it feels like a vast ocean.

In comparison, Chengdu City still seems not big enough.

At first, the Nanzhao army also attacked Chengdu City. After the head was bleeding, they obediently stopped this meaningless behavior, just shouting and scolding every day, trying to lure the Tang army out of the city to fight.

Wang Jian knew very well that his troops were not large and his combat power was not strong. It was naturally not difficult to resist the Nanzhao army by relying on Chengdu City Defense. But if he went out of the city to fight, he would give the opponent a chance, and the possibility of defeat was very high. Once he was defeated, Chengdu would be unable to protect him.

Wang Jian was still stable, and he had been stable for a long time.

Until today.

"Oh, isn't this Wang Xiaoer? I haven't seen you for a few days. Why have you become so fat and ugly? I've been a turtle with a long time and you're going to become a turtle myself? Haha..." The King of Nanzhao saw Wang Jian appear, his eyes lit up, and he immediately soared into the air, pointing at the other party's nose and saring.

Wang Jian was so angry that he smoked his orifices, "You barbarian thief, don't be too bullying others. Who can't say anything? If you really have the ability, you will fight your life and death with me!"

"Fighting alone with you? Haha, Wang Xiaoer, you have become stupid. You can actually say such a three-year-old child! When the two armies are fighting, you want to fight me one-on-one. You are afraid you haven't woken up, right? Wang Xiaoer, you have to be brave. If the soldiers under your command have courage, don't hide in the city and come out to fight me head-on!"

The King of Nanzhao looked arrogant and looked arrogant.

He continued: "Didn't the people of the Tang Dynasty be powerful? Why don't they even have the courage to fight now? Have they all turned into turtles? Wang Xiaoer, tell you, if you don't dare to fight, I will fight eastward tomorrow, go to Dongchuan to kill people and seize wealth, and snatch all the parents, wives and children of your soldiers in the army to be slaves!"

When he heard this, he changed his expression not only Wang Jian, but also the Tang army soldiers on the city wall.

"King of Shu, this guy is arrogant and insulting. The general of the Mo asked to go to war! Even before the city was killed, the general of the Mo wanted to kill these barbarian thieves, so that he would not underestimate the bravery of my Tang Dynasty!" A commander-in-chief blushed and clasped his fists.

Wang Jian was about to agree, but before he could speak, a civil servant beside him hurriedly advised: "King of Shu is calm, our army should not fight, otherwise it will destroy itself! Only by winning the war can Shu be preserved!"

Wang Jian looked at the other party with a gloomy expression. It was the Xuanwei envoy sent by the court. He assisted him in the war and was also responsible for supervising the army.

The generals had long been very angry. Half of them were Wang Jian's old subordinates, so they were reluctant to take the words of civil servants to heart and asked for battle. Just looking at their scarlet eyes, you knew that these people had already established ambitions to die in order to preserve their dignity as powerful generals.

Wang Jian closed his eyes in pain.

After a while, he sighed to the sky and said in grief: "Forget it, let's bear with him for a while. When the war in the North ends, we will always have a chance to counterattack..."

"Wang Xiaoer, don't you dare to go to fight? If you don't dare, just climb a few laps by turtles and send some beauties to serve me, otherwise I will be in the east!" The King of Nanzhao began to shout again.

At this moment, a great monk came from the north.

They divided into two groups, one of which reached the head of Chengdu city, with dozens of people, and the other one reached the Nanzhao camp, with only a few people.

The leader of the previous group was Song Jiao, the commander of the Qingyi Yamen.

The latter group of leaders was Yelu Dilugu!

Seeing that Song Jiao came and brought dozens of cultivators from the real world, Wang Jian was surprised at first, but then he was overjoyed, and then he was excited. He had already realized something, and his excited fingers kept beating.

Song Jiao handed Wang Jian a military order and said to them: "On Wang's military order: Counterattack Nanzhao, slaughter his army, kill his king, and destroy his country!"

Wang Jian and all the generals were very surprised and quickly bowed and received the order.

With dozens of great monks brought by Song Jiao, they already had the power to counterattack.

However, the number of large troops is not large after all, and it is still difficult to fully defeat the Nanzhao army with the help of Khitan monks.

Song Jiao snorted coldly: "The Khitan Kingdom is destroyed, and the Khitan monks in the Nanzhao army will leave soon!"

Before he finished speaking, dozens of black-robed monks had already flew up in the Nanzhao camp.

Under the leadership of Yelu Dilugu, they went directly around Chengdu City and headed north. On their way ahead, there were monks from Qingyi Yamen waiting to arrange their place to go.

The King of Nanzhao was as stupid as a wooden chicken, his mouth was so wide that he could stuff a fist into it.

When Yelu Di Luku came, he thought that the other party was here to support him. This made him very excited and thought to himself, could the Khitan had defeated the Tang army in the northern border? Otherwise, how could Yelu Di Luku come? That's great, this is the situation he dreamed of.

Unexpectedly, he came forward to talk, and Yelu Dilugu ignored him at all, and directly summoned the Khitan monks in the army and took them away. Before leaving, Yelu Dilugu's words made King Nanzhao fall into an ice cave.

"The army was defeated, the king was dead, and the Khitan has now surrendered to the Tang Dynasty. King Nanzhao, if you still want to leave a whole body for yourself, just commit suicide!"

Yelu Dilugu's words were justified, and he disappeared from his vision without giving the King of Nanzhao's chance to ask.

The Nanzhao army was able to attack Shu, but it was only two points. One was the ambush in Nanzhao, which made Wang Jian suffer a loss; the other was the help of the great Khitan monks. Without them, the Nanzhao King would not have been so arrogant.

The incident happened too quickly, which caught people off guard and did not give King Nanzhao any room for reaction. He was still looking at himself and was shocked in a blink of an eye.

Before he could make a frightened military order, he heard Wang Jian’s extremely happy laughter, “King Nanzhao, you should show me another arrogant person? Today is your death date, so give me the title!”

The King of Nanzhao turned around in shock, and his hair stood up in an instant. Wang Jian and a large number of cultivators came over like clouds. Wang Jian, who was leading the way, poked out his spear in his hand, and the wind suddenly surged in the air, and the spiritual wind was like a hurricane, covering him!

"King Shu, wait! If you have something to say, I will withdraw my troops, but I will withdraw my troops..." The King of Nanzhao was full of souls and quickly retreated and dodged.

He did not have the confidence to defeat Wang Jian, otherwise he would not have refused to reject the request of Fang to fight alone. The reason why he dared to mock Wang Jian before was just because of the protection of Khitan monks. Now that Khitan monks have left, he was immediately beaten back to his original form. How could he not be frightened and panicked?

"Kneel down and beg for mercy!" Wang Jian laughed sinisterly, with a red light on his face.

Behind him, the Chengdu city gate had been opened, and the iron armored torrent came out. The soldiers who had been full of anger made a sound of shaking shouts of killing, and rushed towards the Nanzhao camp like a tide.

Seeing that the defeat was settled, King Nanzhao dodged Wang Jian's attack and said in a crying voice: "King Shu, I was wrong. I shouldn't offend you, I shouldn't offend the Tang Dynasty. Please let me go! I promise that Nanzhao will never raise troops to go north again, and I will pay tribute to the Tang Dynasty..."

Wang Jian laughed loudly, even more proud, but the murderous aura in his eyes did not diminish in half. "It's too late to beg for mercy! Rarely, you will have no way to die!"

Wang Jian shouted loudly, and the spear flashed out. The King of Nanzhao finally dodged and was pierced through his chest.

"Give me... I'm willing to cede land and seek peace, and be a loyal minister of the Tang Dynasty..." The blood surged in the mouth of the Nanzhao King, and his eyes gradually dissipated. When he fell from mid-air, he could not speak clearly, but he was still hoping to survive.

Naturally, he could not survive. Wang Jian hit him with another spear, and his body broke into pieces before it even landed.

On that day, the defenders of Chengdu came out in full swing and defeated the Nanzhao army. The Nanzhao soldiers' corpses were everywhere, and howling sounded a hundred miles away.
Chapter completed!