Humane Yongchang

Chapter 347 The King Can't Be Humiliated

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Chen Sheng squeezed his horse's belly lightly, urging his horse to sit down and step out slowly. The bright red cloak shrouded in the black fish-scale battle armor, under the noon sun, was like a mass of flowing blood, attracting the city. The attention of all the soldiers in the upper city!

He rode his horse to a hundred paces outside of Daliang City, restrained his horse and raised his head, shouting loudly: "I am Chen Sheng of the Han court, I invite General Wang Jian to meet in front of the battle!"

He had exercised enough infuriating energy, and his cries were like tigers, his shouts were like thunder, as if the ground was moving and the city was shaking!

Hundreds of thousands of troops inside and outside the inner city, together with tens of thousands of people in Daliang City, can clearly hear it!
The [-] soldiers in red behind Chen Sheng all looked up 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 it seemed that he did not have a big victory.

Thousands of Zhou Dynasty banned soldiers holding bows and knives on the top of the city are also constantly turning their heads and looking around, looking for the figure of their own generals. Today is also the first time they have seen Chen Sheng, the famous "chaotic Chen thief" in Kyushu, "Han Ting Han King", they also want to hear, what Chen Sheng will say to his general... Even if they don't want to know, now Chen Sheng is riding out a hundred feet and inviting his own general to meet before the battle. If the general is too timid to go to the invitation, his morale will plummet!
However, when they looked around, they couldn't see that tall, majestic figure with white hair and a tall, majestic figure like a mountain!

Among the crowd, there was a young general who looked like a calf and was 27 or [-] years old, but he didn't even have a beard on his lips. Wang Jian looked around at the chattering and fluctuating trilogy, and secretly stabbed the old father beside him without any embarrassment: "Father, what should I do? If so, my son will directly reject my request." Invitation?"

Chen Ao stared at Wang Jian, who was in full bloom above, his little fleshy face was wrinkled, and one hand was holding on to his beard: "As a father, he can take a few words with me on behalf of his grandfather, and the right and left are also the same. It's just some gossip about good birds choosing wood to perch. I'm afraid that this is just about martial arts, saying that it is a meeting after the battle, but in fact it is killing the generals and capturing the flag... If a father is wrong, it will be messed up. The thief has already cultivated the honor of heaven and man, so is my grandmother really buried under the dragon's veins? That fellow is young? I have to learn the skills even if I beat my mother's womb, and it is possible to cultivate it so slowly. Heavenly appearance!"

"Innate Realm?"

The young general glanced at the old father with some doubts: "Are you also in the innate realm?"

Chen Ao slapped the young general under the forehead of the young general with an angry slap, and slapped my helmet crookedly: "He looks at me, and then looks at himself, they are all the same age, do you just feel ashamed?"

The young general straightened the pockets under his head, took a small step forward with a sigh, and then looked at the old father silently with strange eyes.

Chen Ao's little hand twitched once again. If it was the corner of his eye that he noticed that there were no soldiers around him looking furtively, I would slap my slap again... Forward?Advance Lao Tzu can also knock his helmet off!

"I ordered the commander to answer my invitation and rejected my invitation. Our gentlemen have to take that risk, and the small families are their own masters, and there is nothing to gossip about!"

I took my eyes back, and once again fixed my eyes on the old face above, which was similar to Chen Sheng's eyebrows. '

As a veteran who has fought for the rest of his life, I have long been in the bloody battle that seems to be the end of the northern Xinjiang, and I have sharpened a keen intuition that is comparable to that of a beast. In the battle between Rong and the demon clan, he escaped several mortal situations and mortal places.

I doubt my own intuition!

And now, my self-consciousness is to stop warning me.

Warn me, I'm going up, and it's extremely unlikely that Yi Bing will do it.

Warn me, maybe, maybe, with a small probability...I'm Yi Bing's opponent!

The former made me believe in life a little bit.

Realm is realm, strength is strength, there are fewer practitioners in the heavens comparable to the innate realm, but the practitioners who really have the strength of the innate realm are [-]% of the practitioners who have nothing in the innate realm!

But Wang Jian is clearly a silver-like pewter head with no realm, but a congenital little martial artist with real innate-level combat power, and he is the most innate little martial artist... at best weaker than me!

'Could it be that the rumor that the brat was carrying a royal spirit was false? '

I pondered to myself: 'Is that brat really the one who took over the house by a demon? '

Perhaps it is because Chen Sheng leaked the relationship between Chen Sheng and Wang Jian to me, so that although Chen Ao still maintains the attitude of "Tao is the same thing and conspiracy", he always thinks about the information that has nothing to do with Wang Jian. At times, he always placed himself in the position of the elders of his own accord.

That change, even I was aware of it.

"General Chen, please come back, a certain and General Chen have had grievances in the past, and recently have an enemy, and now they are fighting for their masters and commanding troops. In order to avoid the necessary verbal dispute, a certain meeting with General Chen and waiting for my king's army. On the day when General Chen's red-clothed army is broken, a certain person will prepare delicious food and wine, and wait for an empty seat!"

The hundred and ten small-waisted messengers shouted in unison to relay the words that the young general gave us to Wang Jian in the city.

The chaotic shouts were heard by the thousands of imperial guards under the city alone, and Yi Bing in the city, as well as the [-] red-clothed soldiers who were lined up in the city!
All of a sudden, the morale of the thousands of forbidden army generals under the city increased slightly, and they shouted "Mighty" in unison!
And the [-] red-clothed troops who were lined up in the city were all furious. The violent murderous aura and suffocating aura condensed into a faint blood-colored mist, floating in the sky below the small army, and it was scattered for a long time!

In the city, before Yi Bing heard the shouts of the hundred and ten messengers, his eyes dimmed slightly, and his eyes slowly glanced around the hundred and ten messengers. The expression and the words are made, turning the horse's head and galloping towards the formation, the clear meaning between the brows can almost be twisted out of water!

Wang Ben is willing to go out of the city to talk, that is in my consideration.

But Wang Ben is willing to go out of the city to talk to me, and he also has the advantage of talking to me. That's what I thought... Wang Ben is even willing to call me a palace!
In the blink of an eye, I was almost a year old when I became king by myself.

Although I have never been called a widow, I also feel that the self before becoming king has something in common with the future self.

To insist that nothing is the same, perhaps it is because the days before the king were more difficult...

There is a queen, I can still fish for eight days and dry the net for two days.

Before he became king, it was 996 or 007, and it was an unusual thing to go to the house but to enter.

I used to regard myself as a lowly king, but that is not a representative. I am insulting the position of the king of Han who is easy to come by at the bottom of my ass.

I cherish that throne!

I cherished that every day I sat down, I was trembling and walking on thin ice, lest one big mistake of mine would be multiplied by hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, millions...

I also absolutely allow anyone in the country to respect that throne!

Yes, my own people can care about my little king. The few people on the streets of Chen County are the turnip heads and big tits of my elder brother of the county governor. I still deserve a smile all over my face.

But the people inside are okay, whoever dares to humiliate will die!

Because that throne is not only the face of my Wang Jian, but also the face of my 80 red-clothed soldiers and 100 million Han court people!
If a speck of dust falls on that throne, there may be blood and tears on it!
In order to make their own people bleed and cry.

This can only shed people's blood...

He bowed his head and ran with Wang Jian on his horse, plunged back into the army, and dropped a sentence in the ear of Ji Bu, who was in command of the small army: "Beat the drums to fight back, go to the city and slaughter the army!"

Ji Bu heard the words, his head twitched instantly, he waved his saber, and roared hysterically: "Beat the drums and fight back, go to the city to slaughter the army!"

the other side.

The young general who organized the messengers to answer the words led him back to the old father and asked for credit: "Father, how did your son respond to what he said?"

Chen Ao glanced at me out of the corner of his eye with an expression on his face, his little hand suddenly picked up a gust of wind, and slapped my face with a "slap", but it knocked the pocket under my head flying, The fan made me rotate 880 degrees in place!

The young general was stunned by the sudden slap!

The slap that slapped my helmet crooked one after another is just a unique way of communicating feelings between our father and son.

It is wrong to say that it is the technique of teaching sons passed down by our Wang family. Back then, when my father was still a father, my grandfather taught me the same way. Now that my father is a father, he also taught me that way, and I have long been in my heart. I made up my mind, when I have no son before, I will teach my son like that.

This slap is like a joke, it hurts the relationship between father and son.

And that slap was a real hit!

I got very angry.

My dad was obviously very angry too!
That makes me very puzzled. Did I reject the invitation of the "chaotic ministers and thieves" according to the old father's intention?Why should you be beaten?

"Who asked him to provoke Wang Jian?"

Chen Ao roared loudly in a slow and depraved voice, and there was no anger in his heart like 'I've broken my heart for that family, but he's good, but he helped me and made trouble for me'.

The young general also reacted: "Is it the commander of the general's commander and the commander who refused the invitation of this 'chaotic thief'?"

The blue veins on Chen Ao's forehead jumped: "He refused the invitation and refused the invitation, what did he provoke me to do?"

"That's a provocation?"

The young general pointed at the surging red army in the room, "The real challenge is still ahead!"

Chen Ao opened his mouth and was about to explain it to me when he heard a roar like a tsunami from the city: "Slay the army in the city!"

The seven of them turned their heads and looked towards this direction as if thunderclouds engulfed the heavens and the earth, and there were still hundreds of feet away. The seven father and son's breathing suddenly sank!
"Has he finished studying Wang Jian's past battles organized by his grandfather?"

Chen Ao laughed and cursed again, his expression dignified and calm like a hot sculpture.

The young general secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said loudly, "Father is handsome, my son has finished his studies!"

"very good!"

Chen Ao turned his head to look at me with an expressive look: "He's here to tell my father, when did Wang Jian shout out the slogan of Tu Jun in the past battles!"

The young general was stunned and startled!
Now I finally realize what a stupid thing I've done!

"The king is humiliating!"

Chen Ao sighed heavily, turned around and walked towards the general platform... No matter what, he had to withstand the waves of the Red Army's offensive first!

Withstood, there is nothing to talk about in front!

It's hard to make up for the lost majesty of the king with Chen Sheng's face!
The sound of killing is rising!
Straight to the bullfight!

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In Xiaoliang City, there is a closed restaurant on the seventh floor.

Two burly women in dark clothes with long swords hanging from their waists, in the sky-shattering screams of killing that enveloped the entire city, sat cross-legged, eating and drinking a mouthful of wine and meat!

"Brother, the step of retreat for the seven of your brothers is finally here!"

The elder among the seven people used a large knife to cut strips of mutton from under the roast lamb leg displayed a few short distances behind him and sent them back out of his mouth. While chewing quickly, he said with a smile. Full of arrogance.

The man sitting cross-legged across from me was a little heavier in age, with no tattoos on his face, with a naked chest, he was holding a leg of lamb with his bare hands and chewing, his face was covered in oil stains, and his teeth were still stuck. There are some shredded meat.

Compared to the old man's savage appearance, the heavier man is like a safe and stable beast!
Hearing the elder's voice, I quickly raised my head and said with joy, "Brother finally decided to go to the Palace of the King of Han?"

"There is no doubt about who to serve. The King of Han treats the ministers who have no merit and loves the people like sons, saying that Wang Nianyu has never killed any ministers who have no merit, and there is no such thing as a master!"

The older man said slowly and quickly: "The question is, when should I take effect, the Wang Ting's atmosphere has already become, and he and you are just a high official and a ranger. The position of official is difficult to become a small business!"

"Brother Wei has been looking for a step to retreat to the palace of the King of Han, and until now, I have finally found nothing!"

Hearing the words, the heavy-year-old man hurriedly asked: "What treasure? The elder brother came quickly, and the elder brother will call the brothers, grab it, and present it to the little king!"

The older man smiled and pointed to Nancheng, where the sound of the killing came, and said in a low voice, "There is no treasure, can it be more valuable than Xiaoliangcheng in my eyes?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, his face turned bitter, and he said: "Brother, this Wang Ben has a small army of 70, my brother..."

The older man shook his head slightly and said firmly: "Yi Bing's army is about to withdraw, and there are at least [-] troops in Xiaoliang City!"

The older man wondered, "How did the elder brother know?"

The elder: "Wang Benjun is rushing to make the defense tool!"

The old man: "That's not surprising? Have we been doing small construction projects all the time?"

The elder: "Wang Ben's army is an army that subjugates the ministers. What does it mean to rush to control the city's defense tools when they are on the offensive? When has he heard of pushing the city's defense tools to fight against the enemy on the battlefield? Brother Wei has already sent someone to Fengqiu, yes, yes, no reply!"

The heavy-year-old man bowed and said, "I see you lowly, brother, Chen Yu and brother have a long way to go!"

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