"What can you do to me?"

Masado kicked the seat under Wen Zhemao, knocking the chair down with him, "A bereaved dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, is it worthy of threatening this princess?!"

"you wanna die!"

Wen Zhemao, who staggered to his feet, turned around sinisterly, and the sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed.

Upon seeing this, the Xirong soldiers standing nearby immediately drew out their scimitars and stopped in front of Masado, guarding Wen Zhemao vigilantly.

Masado, however, was leisurely sitting on the high position, and sat down on another chair brought by his bodyguard Dotulu. He looked down at the furious Wen Zhemao and mocked: "You want my princess too?"

Life? Don’t even think about how the people under your command got here!"

Masado's eyebrows suddenly became sharp, "Father Khan promised you 70,000 troops, but now more than half of them are dead or injured, but there is not even a shadow of the opponent's coach. I, Erlang of Xirong, will not be used by you for no reason like this!"

Wen Zhemao clutched the hilt of his sword tightly, looking at Masado with poison in his eyes, wishing he could kill him quickly, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the Xirong soldiers waiting in formation around him, and Dotulu standing behind Masado, he again

I had to endure it.

"what do you want?"

Wen Zhemao asked fiercely while biting his back teeth.

Looking at Wen Zhemao's expression of wanting to kill someone but having to compromise, Masadot raised the corners of his lips happily and made a sarcastic smile: "I'll give you three more days. If after three days, you can't even be found,

One, just listen to my princess’s arrangements, and attack the three cities in Western Xinjiang with General Kelsang, and you must capture Western Xinjiang before the reinforcements from Daliang come to support!”

"Talir wants to capture three cities even if internal troubles are not eliminated. What a fool's errand!"

Wen Zhemao mocked Masado's ignorance, "The battlefield is not a place for a little girl like you to play house."

"Snapped!"

Masado whipped his long whip, rolled up an incense burner beside him, and smashed it at Wen Zhemao's feet. His face was full of anger: "I, Erlang of Xirong, did not serve as a spearman for you! How could a recruit of 10,000 or 20,000 people have caused such a huge damage?

Casualties, you still have the nerve to preach to this princess?"

"If you can't catch anyone in three days, just wait and send your head to Father Khan!"

Masado swung her whip angrily and pointed at Wen Zhemao, "Throw him out!"

Hearing this, soldiers from the Western Army gathered around him, but no one dared to attack Wen Zhemao.

Wen Zhemao glared at Masado who was sitting in a high position, flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave the lobby.

Seeing Wen Zhemao walk out peacefully like this, Masha Duo was so angry: "This princess asked you to throw him out, but you couldn't hear it?!"

The Xirong soldiers all lowered their heads and said nothing, and Masado was so angry that he beat him in the hall with a whip.

"Report!"

However, before she could calm down, she heard someone running in shouting to deliver a message.

"What happened again?!"

Masado asked angrily.

When the messenger saw Masado's anger, he felt that he had come at the wrong time, but he could only bite the bullet and said: "There are troops from Wu'an gathering outside the city!"

Masado was stunned: "Where did the Wu'an army come from?"

With Gesangoro putting pressure on Nha City, Moxi City had to support Nha City; Fenhan City had Qiang pressure on them, so they probably couldn't spare any manpower.

"The leader of the army is Bai Shu, the deputy commander of Wu'an Xijiang."

The messenger soldier's head almost buried into his chest.

Masado's face suddenly darkened, he took two steps back and forth, and suddenly shouted to the messenger: "Where is Wen Zhemao? Where did that loser go at this time?!"

The messenger soldier resisted Masado's anger and said: "The commander has already gone up to the tower to meet the enemy."

Hearing that Wen Zhemao had gone up to the city tower, Masha Duo's anger subsided a little: "Thankfully, this idiot knows how to guard the city gate first."

After that, Mashaduo then said to the people below, "Let people strengthen the defense of the Marshal's Mansion to prevent the rats hiding in the city from taking the opportunity to make a sneak attack."

"yes!"

When the messenger heard this, he quickly responded and ran away.

On the tower of Taril, watching a group of auburn-armored soldiers advancing steadily under the city, Wen Zhemao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "What is Gesangoro doing! Why did Bai Shu return to aid Taril?!"

Gesangoro's deputy general Harihun seemed to have expected this: "Tahrir is the capital of Western Xinjiang and the main transportation route from Western Xinjiang to the interior of Wu'an. After being attacked, Baizhu will definitely return to defense. This

What’s so surprising?”

Wen Zhemao glared at him and said, "Even if Baizhu returns to defense, he shouldn't be so fast! It's at least half a month's journey from Nha City to Taril. Even if he rushes back from us to Shuangzhao Gate, he shouldn't arrive at this time.

!”

Harry's face dropped, and he was very unhappy with Wen Zhemao's scolding: "So what? There are less than 10,000 troops, and they can't even reach the city wall. Is it worth your worries?"

Seeing that Harry Hun hadn't figured it out yet and was still pretending to be an enemy to him, Wen Zhemao wished he could pry open his head and see what kind of tofu was inside!

"Idiot! This means that Bai Shu never left Mo Xicheng from the beginning, and we were tricked!"

Wen Zhemao roared in a deep voice, "Baizhu has not left Moxi City, the support to Yacheng is fake, Gesangoro has not been able to hold back Moxi City's troops at all! Right now they have less than 10,000 people, but you

Don’t forget what the red armor represents in Western Xinjiang.”

"Who knows if Moxicheng will send out troops in addition to these people? There is also a group of rats hiding somewhere behind them..."

Wen Zhemao held on to the battlements, his face as dark as water. After a moment, he shouted to the people behind him, "Send a message to Gesangoro! Ask him to step up the attack on the city, capture Nha City immediately, and support Tahrir!"

Harry, who was scolded by Wen Zhemao and shouted at again, had a livid face and remained unmoved.

His soldiers looked at their general's face and then at Wen Zhemao, wondering whether they should leave or not.

Seeing this, Wen Zhemao was furious and shouted: "Why are you still standing there?! Do you want your princess to die in this city?"

After hearing this, the messenger did not dare to delay any longer.

It's one thing for Wen Zhemao to keep secrets from his own general. If something really happened and the princess died in Wu'an, none of them would be able to escape!

Even Harry Hun had to temporarily obey Wen Zhemao after hearing this.

The Khan of Xirong only got such a princess in half his life. She looked like an eyeball at ordinary times. If she died like this, she would have to shed her skin even if she didn't die when she returned!

Seeing that his order was finally carried out, Wen Zhemao felt both hatred and joy in his heart, with mixed feelings.

Because he had no power of his own, even if he borrowed troops from Xirong and Qiang and promised countless benefits, few of the army leaders would take him seriously.

Even an idiot woman like Masado can ride on his head and dominate him!

How can he not hate this?
Chapter completed!