Now he has ended up in a miserable situation where he has to rely on a woman to gain power, all thanks to that bitch Yan Qing!

Wen Zhemao felt pus flowing in his heart.

That bitch had already planned to do it and put it on him at the last moment!

If he hadn't had plans, he might have fallen into it last time!

Wen Zhemao looked at the devastated land outside the city, and the smoke and fire of gunpowder hovered on the blood-soaked land for a long time. His vicious triangular eyes narrowed, but could not cover the vicious light.

Didn’t she rather hand over the military power of the Western Xinjiang to Meng Shulan than to fulfill herself?

Then I will kill all the soldiers and the people of the Western Xinjiang!

Completely cut off the territory of Wu'an!

Not only will he destroy Western Xinjiang, but the entire Wu'an country will be buried with him!

He has nothing, how can these people who have nothing to worry about?

Wen Zhemao's eyes were full of madness, and the corners of his lips were hanging high, as if he wanted to see the broken mountains and rivers of Wu'an, and the people were wailing, and the emperor knelt at his feet to admit that he was wrong.

The current situation is no longer in his eyes.

Under the city wall in Tarier, a group of people appeared quietly and disappeared quickly.

The patrolling Xirong soldiers saw a shadow in their eyes. When they looked back, they saw the candlelight trembling, and the shadows that were thrown on the wall shook trembling.

Outside the city tower, the rumbling siege cars and catapults were running over the ground, mixed with uniform steps, making the city walls tremble.

There is nothing strange about the candlelight in this garrison.

The patrolling soldiers left without looking back, and did not see a stone gate just closed in the shadows that could not be illuminated by candlelight.

Bai Zhu's army arrived at the city, but did not rush to attack, but just waited outside the range of the crossbow on the city tower.

Wen Zhemao and Atractylodes are facing each other through thousands of troops.

A man suddenly came out of the White Patriarch army, with a flag hanging on his body and rode his horse to the front of the city tower.

Before the two armies fight, a messenger may send a message.

And when it is necessary to fight, messengers often come to war.

Wen Zhemao reached out to take a bow, pulled the string and put the arrow, and before he could wait for the messenger to open his mouth, he shot it!

As soon as he entered the range, the messenger who had not yet spoken to avoid this, he cursed: "Damn! The two armies are fighting, and the envoy is not killed! Do you have some morality? Oh! I forgot that you are all treasonous. You are so treacherous. It would be better to expect you, a turtle grandson, to return to rebuild it!"

"Swoosh!"

The messenger had just finished scolding, and another arrow shot over.

Immediately afterwards, several more cold arrows came, but Wen Zhemao was shooting alone.

Harry was trampling his hands, very happy to see the people under the city scolding Wen Zhemao, and even said to the city: "Hey! I'm all! If you can talk, just say more!"

The messenger rode his horse out of the range. He listened to the shouting on the city tower and turned his head depressedly and cursed: "Damn it! This is the first time I have met you who are looking for a scolding!"

Confirm that Wen Zhemao's arrow could not have been shot again, the messenger cleared his throat, fucked a loud voice like a gong, and shouted loudly to the city tower: "Listen to the grandson on the city tower! You are surrounded by us! Ma Liu'er, who is conscious, tied up and surrendered himself! You can still leave a way out! Otherwise, wait for us to attack! No one will be left!"

After shouting, the messenger ignored the burst of laughter on the city tower, twisted the reins and quickly returned to his team.

The other party's attitude is also very obvious, and a big battle is inevitable.

"Turhaci!"

Harry turned around and shouted.

"exist!"

Turhaci responded loudly.

Harry grinned, his rough tongue licked his skinny lips, stared at his bloodthirsty eyes, and said, "Take our Xirong warriors and send these minions who don't know how high the sky is, and go to see the God of Dala!"

The God of Dala, the God in the Western Rong mythology, is in charge of hell.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe!"

Turhaci laughed loudly, resisting the half-human-high elbow knife, punching the muscled chest with a punch, shouting, "Will the God of Dala treat them well!"

It caused another burst of laughter.

Wen Zhemao looked at Harihun, who was sending troops on his own, and Torhaci who left with confidence, without stopping.

These battles have been fought too smoothly, and some people always don’t know that the world is high.

Only by letting them know that it is painful can their orders be effective.

The city gate was wide open, and Turhaci led 10,000 people out of the city.

A middle-aged man with red armor and red tassels beside Atractylodes, carrying a long sword and rode out in the battle. Behind him was less than half of Turhaci's behind him.

Turhaci was even more excited and shouted: "Kill!"

Before the shouting came, the person had already left the team and rushed towards the people on Bai Shu's side first.

Seeing this, the army behind him also surged with blood and accelerated suddenly, holding up the scimitar and slashing at the person opposite him.

The moment when the close forces were connected, blood splattered with residual limbs.

Those who are blinded by smoke, wind and sand, and blood cannot even tell whether the enemy or friend beside them.

All those who are approaching are enemies at this moment.

The Xirong people were already red in their eyes.

On the other hand, the Yan family army, wearing red armor, always had a cold face, numbly swung their swords and stabbed them into the Xirong team in groups of three or five, and was loose in the formation of the Xirong because of the rapid advancement, as if they were without emotions, harvesting the enemy they bumped into.

At the end of the battle, no one of the three thousand Red Armored Army stood.

Turhaci knelt among a broken body, and the middle-aged soldier carrying a long sword lying beside him.

The soldier's arm was cut off, and his hands were still holding the long sword tightly.

Under the long sword is Turhaci's legs.

In one confrontation, there were 10,000 people from the Western Rong, half-destroyed generals, and less than a thousand soldiers were intact; all three thousand people in Wu'an were destroyed.

Harry looked at him with red eyes and was killed by more than 3,000 people, and was left with little armor. The blue veins on his hands that were holding the battlements burst out, making people suspect that he could pull a piece from the battlements with bare hands.

"The people of the Central Plains have a saying, "There is a soldier who will win."

Wen Zhemao said quietly, "The wild beasts that are forced into a desperate situation will fight to the death, let alone a group of soldiers who are accustomed to killing people?"

Harry turned his head and stared at Wen Zhemao, and said with hatred: "You knew it long ago?"

Wen Zhemao sneered: "I know, do you listen?"

Harry was aroused by his arousal and turned around and punched him, but Wen Zhemao was avoided.

Wen Zhemao drew his sword with his backhand and crossed Harry's neck. The surrounding Western Rong troops immediately surrounded Wen Zhemao with a bad look.

Wen Zhemao glanced at the soldiers around him, then turned his gaze back to Harry, and said mockingly: "At this time, are you sure you want to fight me to the death? Don't forget that our purpose is to take down Xijiang. If you fight with me, it will only make those people in Xijiang get the bargain."
Chapter completed!