The Demon Concubine Reborn: The Prince Regent spoils me obediently!

Chapter 431
Pei Gong paced forward, overlooking Qi Yaming who was nearly fifty years old downstairs, and said loudly: "This old man is the great elder of the Tong family. He is 160 years old this year. You are a yellow-mouthed child. How can you not distinguish between superior and inferior? Lying in front of the old man?"

Seeing this, the third elder also paced forward, looked at the person in front of him, and said: "Where did the yellow-mouthed boy come from, I really don't know what to say."

As he said that, the third elder scolded: "Pei Gong is a literati and a Confucian sage, and there is no one in this world who can argue with him!"

Qi Yaming's face was red from being scolded, his eyes were full of anger, and he said, "Don't rely on the old to sell the old!"

Pei Gong caressed his beard and laughed loudly: "Huangkou boy, just now he was eloquent and said that the old man waits for his old age, why now he says that the old man waits for the old to sell the old?"

"Frenzy, don't argue with your tongue." Qi Yaming stopped talking nonsense when he saw that he could not scold him, but waved the spear in his hand, saying: "We see the real trick under our hands."

As he spoke, Qi Yaming waved the spear in his hand and said, "Come on."

Pei Gong looked at the majestic Qi Yaming, and a smile flickered across his eyes: He really is a master who can't be teased.

Where does such a person have the qualifications to be an ever-victorious general?

What kind of people were they against him before?

The third elder's eyes were also weak for a while, and he asked: "Grand elder, you and I can't defend, you are really a bit useless!"

The man under the tower doesn't look like a master of marching and fighting!
Pei Gong smiled slightly: "The little patriarch has always been strategizing, and this battle is for the true growth of the Song people. If you and I have to intervene in everything, the blood in the bones of the Song people will never be aroused."

Now the purpose of the little patriarch is not only to take revenge, but also to force the Song people to grow up.

"The Great Elder is right." The Third Elder was about to speak when a familiar voice came from his ear.

The two were overjoyed when they heard the familiar voice, and immediately turned their heads to look at the person who came, and said, "Little patriarch, you are here!"

Wearing black armor and a silver helmet, Mu Qianhan stepped onto the tower with twenty newly recruited disciples from the academy, and said: "The god race is gone, the power of this king does not belong to the world, and the power of the sect does not belong to the world either. It is these humble ordinary people who should be the masters of the house.”

The time has come.

The world belongs to the people of the world, and in the end it must be returned to the hands of the people of the world.

The Protoss is gone, and this piece of land should be decided by the common people.

"This war is not only their war, but also a war between this king and that person." Mu Qianhan whispered, and then said: "I know who you are, don't worry, the day when we face each other is coming soon .”

"Patriarch, what are you talking about?" The third elder looked puzzled when he heard Mu Qianhan's words.

"Nothing!" Mu Qianhan replied, then turned around and ordered: "All soldiers, follow me to fight."

All the soldiers held the spears in their hands, and replied loudly: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The earth-shattering cheers resounded through the sky, and the Nandian Kingdom under the city tower couldn't help being stunned, and a trace of fear and anxiety flickered in the bottom of the eyes.

Nandian Kingdom has experienced civil wars for many years, and rarely confronted outsiders. Seeing such a mighty team today, I couldn't help but tremble from the bottom of my heart.

When attacking a city, it is a taboo in the army to suddenly open the city gate.

Mu Qianhan led the academy disciples and Chuzhou soldiers to open the city gate in such a grand manner,
The city gate opened, and a ray of light pierced into everyone's eyes. Mu Qianhan put on a bronze and silver fox mask, and declared: "Nandian country violated the border of Song country, and its crime should be punished!"

"Kill" Mu Qianhan's skilled soldiers, holding a spear and a machete in his hand, and charged towards the enemy.
Mu Qianhan stood on the horse, tightened the reins in his hands, and followed the soldiers of the Song Dynasty to step out of the gate of Chuzhou City, approaching Nandian Kingdom step by step
The mountains and rains are about to come, the wind is full of buildings, and the black clouds are pressing down on the city and the city is about to be destroyed!
The Song Army dressed in black battle armor came in like a black cloud and killed Nandian Kingdom by surprise.They didn't expect Song's soldiers and horses to come so quickly.

Qi Yaming held a spear to fight against the academy disciples, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at Mu Qianhan, who was still on his horse, and looked at the weird bronze and silver fox mask, a glimmer of light flickered at the bottom of his gray eyes.
A little carelessness, Qi Yaming's right shoulder was injured, but he still fought tenaciously, the anger in his eyes became even worse, and he said: "Kill!"

This battle, one day and one night.

Before Mu Qianhan arrived, the Nandian soldiers had already experienced a fierce battle, and then went through a big battle. They gradually lost their strength, and soon lost their helmets and armor and were repelled for dozens of miles.

As the saying goes, the poor should not pursue, but now that the Nandian army has been defeated, Mu Qianhan made another dangerous move and personally led the army of the Song Dynasty to pursue him.

For two days, Mu Qianhan led the Song army to set up camp under the city of Anlue in Nandian State, prepare food and grass, and stop the army for rectification.

On the city of Anlue, Qi Yaming looked at the Song army who had set up camp below the city tower and escorted the food and military supplies under the tower, his eyes were burning with anger.

Under the gate of the city wall of his own house, some people actually set up camp, and as if no one was there, they displayed all the military supplies in front of them one by one.
This is provocation, Chi Guoguo's provocation.

Not to mention Qi Yaming, even the soldiers guarding the city gate couldn't stand such a useless attitude, their eyes turned red with anxiety.But when they saw the bronze and silver fox battle flag fluttering in the wind, they were discouraged and did not dare to say a word.

Xu Defei, a disciple of the academy, has been following Mu Qianhan to inspect the military affairs. Seeing that all the supplies have been prepared, but his master has not moved, he can't help but become more curious about what his master is planning.

After hesitating for several days, Xu Defei couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart. After Mu Qianhan finished his dinner, he took the opportunity to serve tea and asked boldly, "Dean, all supplies such as food and grass have been prepared. Why didn't you attack the city for a long time?"

The army of the Song army has already set up camp under the city of Anlue, and its purpose is obvious. Why has there been no movement?
Mu Qianhan raised his eyes, glanced lightly at Xu Defei, took a sip of hot tea, and said, "This king is waiting for an opportunity, a reason."

As she said that, she put down the teacup in her hand, stepped out of the tent gate, and said coldly: "The weather has changed in the past few days, and the wind and rain are about to come."

Xu Defei stared blankly at Mu Qianhan's figure, racked his brains to search, pondered the deep meaning of the dean's words, but found nothing.He patted himself on the head, but he didn't dare to speak, and he made up his mind to study hard with the dean all the time.

Mu Qianhan was not angry when he saw that there was an extra tail behind him, but found it interesting, so he took him around to patrol the military affairs, exhausted him half to death, and then returned to the camp to rest.

In February and March, spring is cold, foggy and rainy.

Just after midnight, a thick fog swept between the sky and the earth. The dense fog was getting thicker and thicker, completely covering Anlue City and the Song Army's big tent, and it was so white that you couldn't see your fingers.

Mu Qianhan rode the red wind and led the academy disciples and the blood shadow guards towards the city of Anlue
(End of this chapter)