The Bad Guys: Don't call me Little Emperor Taizong

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Under Xingyuan City.

Li Changping had been in a stalemate with Meng Zhixiang for half a day.

With the natural geographical advantages, he certainly would not go out to have a water fight with Meng Zhixiang.

Meng Zhixiang also knew that his strong attack would not give him an advantage.

So he kept the boat hovering outside the range of bows and crossbows, hoping to provoke Li Changping into a decisive battle with him on the water.

One by land and one by water, half a day passed.

The sky is slowly getting darker at this moment.

Night was about to fall.

A Saker Falcon suddenly flew behind Meng Zhixiang.

When the loud eagle cry resounded through the sky, several warships floated on the water again.

Different from the Shu army.

The flag fluttering in the wind was the flag of the Tang Dynasty. On the largest flag in the middle, the word "King" was written neatly in a square shape.

The moment they saw Meng Zhixiang's army, the warships began to change their positions.

The two huge ships in the lead moved back.

There were three smaller boats behind them, pushing forward.

The bow of the ship was full of archers, ready to attack.

On the left and right sides of these ships, there were several simple small boats.

Unlike the big ships, the bows of these small boats have been sharpened into a point.

Each boat was equipped with two soldiers, one responsible for rowing and the other holding a torch.

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Li Changping saw it and was happy in his heart.

He secretly sighed that his vision was correct. Wang Yanzhang was indeed a talented person that he had chosen, and it was worth his effort to promote him.

Officials of this era were not divided very finely.

Since you are an official in the court, you must be able to pacify the world with your writing and to rule the world on horseback.

Especially a talented person like Wang Yanzhang.

If he cannot write beautiful articles and cannot explain the art of war clearly, then he is not worthy of being a general.

Not to mention something as basic as naval warfare?

Let alone a mere water battle.

Grassland battles, desert battles, plateau battles, hill battles, cliff battles, glacier battles...

In order to accomplish the mission of destroying a nation, Datang fought in almost all terrains throughout its life.

Since those old predecessors could do it, there is no reason why our new Tang Dynasty cannot do it!

While thinking about something, Li Changping's eyes were always looking towards the Han River.

At this time, the two forces had already started a fierce collision.

The Tang army suddenly appeared from behind, and Meng Zhixiang was completely unprepared.

There was no time to turn the ships around, and the archers had no chance to line up again. The Tang army's small boats rammed into the Shu army's large ships like arrows shot from a bow.

The tip of the ship pierced into the Shu army's warship and connected with the big ship.

The soldier holding the torch simply threw the torch onto the boat, and then dived into the Han River with his rowing companions to escape.

There were more than one small boat, and the flammable objects on the boats would catch fire easily.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Zhixiang's warship was engulfed in flames.

At this time, the Tang army moved again.

As they advanced, arrows rained down from the sky.

In the panic, the King of Shu's flag was burned.

Meng Zhixiang simply dived into the Han River.

When he ran away, his subordinates behind him had no one to command.

Some chose to jump into the river, while others simply surrendered on the spot.

Others had already died in the sea of ​​fire.

This battle...

Li Changping won a great victory, only Meng Zhixiang escaped.

Chapter 93 Underground Palace Gathering

"Your Highness!"

When Wang Yanzhang rushed back from the journey, the first thing he did was to look for Li Changping...

The battle on the Han River is coming to an end.

Under the pincer attack from both sides, the navy brought by Meng Zhixiang was completely vulnerable.

Even he himself fled like a stray dog.

Li Changping, who was watching this scene, always had a sneer on his face.

After all, Meng Zhixiang is an opportunist who has been doing betrayal all his life.

First, he followed Li Keyong to betray the Tang Dynasty.

After gaining control of Sichuan and Shu, he betrayed Li Siyuan and finally established his own country and proclaimed himself emperor.

This kind of fence-sitter is not worth his time and effort.

His only opponent from beginning to end was Yuan Tiangang!

As long as Gangzi is defeated, there will be no one in the world who can stop him!

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt something in my mind.

Li Changping looked towards the east, his gaze seemed to travel across thousands of miles of land and saw the pair of eyes hidden behind the mask.

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at the same time.

In a dark and gloomy underground palace.

Yuan Tiangang also withdrew his gaze from the crowd and looked towards the east with the same feeling.

First his pupils shrank, and then he murmured to himself: "No destruction, no construction?"

After the initial disappointment, there was a hint of surprise in his voice: "Hahahaha...it turns out that the last dragon vein of the Tang Dynasty has always been me. When I die, the old Tang will be destroyed. When I die, the prosperous Tang will emerge! Good, good, good!"

He said three good words in a row and then covered his chest with his hands.

Listen to the powerful heart that has been beating for three hundred years and is still alive.

The voice became deeper and more powerful, like a volcano about to erupt beneath the calm sea:

"My last son, let this broken body of mine be transformed into a dragon vein. It will forever protect the mountains and rivers for our Tang Dynasty! Let these dirty and withered bones be transformed into tiger wings. It will help our Central Plains prosper forever!"

As soon as the words fell, his eyes turned red.

Even the temperature of the entire underground palace dropped a few degrees due to this murderous intent.

In front of him.

Whether it is Meng Po or Chi Li, who came from a bad background.

Still sitting in a wheelchair, Li Keyong, who seemed to be in control, felt a chill all over his body.

Meng Po and Chi Li came from poor backgrounds, so of course they understood.

Yuan Tiangang at this time must not be touched.

At this moment, the commander seemed to be about to show his final madness.

No matter who it is, anyone who dares to show the slightest ambition in front of him will be crushed to death like an ant.

Moreover, it was a death without a complete body...

All they dared to do at this moment was to obey and offer their most sincere loyalty to the Tang Dynasty.

But there are some people who don’t believe in evil…

Maybe it's because I see everyone else bowing their heads.

Li Keyong also felt that in the future, he would be able to subdue everyone like Yuan Tiangang did.

He pushed his wheelchair forward, and his calm yet dignified gaze fell on the Bad Leader.

"Humph! Yuan Tiangang, I came here to discuss cooperation with you, not to restore the so-called, vanished Tang Dynasty."

One sentence seemed to wake up the dreamer!

After hearing what Li Keyong said, Chi Li hurriedly leaned back, and as he moved away from him, the strange doll in his hand began to emit red light.

Meng Po even lifted her drooping eyelids slightly.

There was a hint of admiration in the corner of his eyes when he looked at Li Keyong.

It's really a death wish...

I didn't expect that there really is an old centenarian in this world who eats arsenic.

Yuan Tiangang was just worried that he had no one to establish his authority, and now someone came to his doorstep.

How many years has Li Keyong practiced? He dares to challenge the bad commander who has been in power for three hundred years.

Even if I can’t understand why the Twelve Caves want to avoid the world?

Even if you think about Li Changping, you can understand it almost completely.

Why do people say he is the executioner?

Because no one dares to say anything about Yuan Tiangang!

Li Keyong jumped out today.

Saying that the Tang Dynasty has fallen in front of the Bad Leader is no different from cursing the Yuan family's ancestors for eighteen generations.

If he were alive today, how would the Bad Leader talk about restoring the Tang Dynasty in the future?

But at this time.

Li Keyong seemed not to notice Yuan Tiangang's increasingly gloomy look and continued:

"Li Changping, as a prince of the Tang Dynasty, actually massacred his subjects, causing my son Li Cunxu to die in Tongguan. He then forcibly seized Xingyuan City from my nephew-in-law Meng Zhixiang. Since the bad commander was once the imperial teacher of the Tang Dynasty, shouldn't he have been disciplined a little?"

"Old man, what did you say?"

Li Keyong had just finished speaking.

Before Yuan Tiangang could reply, a black and a white figure jumped out from behind Meng Po.

Bai Wuchang is usually sarcastic and mean.

Now that he has Li Changping's support, he becomes even more talkative.

"As for your ugly son, his death only means that he was not good enough in his studies. How can you blame Your Majesty?"

"Also, what does your relative have to do with our Majesty's recovery of the homeland? If you are so worried, why not take him back and feed him for two more years! If your wife doesn't have one, I can reluctantly help. But he has to call me mother a few times first..."

Those present were all powerful people.

Even when scolding someone, one cannot do without the term "zhihuzheya".

Li Keyong had lived so long, how could he have ever heard such vulgar talk?

After saying these two sentences, his face turned ashen.