The rain and clouds in the sky had dissipated, and the sunset was revealed in a blink of an eye. The camp gradually became noisy in this red glow. At this time, in the middle of the military tent, the guards turned their heads slightly, and human voices sounded inside.

"Uncle, why do you want to go on a mission to rest? What kind of virtue is the emperor who rests is? It is hard to speak, but it is really a bit risky to let your uncle go there." Gongsun Zhi looked at the old man opposite, and his always cold eyes eased slightly. The old man had been doing a lot of things for him diligently, and he knew in his heart.

After saying this, Chen Wei was silent. He stood up and walked to the map provided by the Dayuan people, and clicked on several places. "I don't know anything. In fact, I had a second plan. If I couldn't agree on the matter of using the road, I could still go around. But on the map sent by Meitu, I found that the possibility of detour could not be realized. The northwest is Khwarezm and the Caspian Sea. You can't let more than 100,000 people take a boat to the other side, right? There is also a Sassanthemum Persian in the southwest, which is the country I heard in Shule last time. Flipping over it is the sea. The only shortcut is to go through peace."

"...so, I wanted to go on a mission to rest. If I start a war with Kushan, rest, then it will be two countries... Before I saw the Qin Dynasty, many Han men died in vain..." The old man on the side table closed his eyes and listened to the lively outside, and then opened his eyes: "...I don't want to leave them regrets."

The tent was quiet, Xun Chen lowered his head and drank wine, and knew that he shouldn't speak out at this moment.

On the other side, Gongsun Zhi also understood the old man's concerns, and this was also a problem that has always troubled him. The biggest disadvantage of the expedition was the source of troops and supplies. Now the latter has been greatly improved, and the rest is the source of troops from the Western Expedition. Although soldiers from other races were recruited to participate in the war, they were not as useful as their own family.

Gongsun Zhihui sat on a big chair.

He gently pinched his nose bridge and stared at the military affairs that were being processed on the desk. He was silent for a long time, "My nephew wants to ask, why does uncle want to go?"

"..." Gongsun Yue slowly supported his knees, his gray beard shook slightly. He listened to the busy camp outside, and his expression was solemn: I'm old... I just thought about how long I could still use my skills and how long I could follow the army in the future.

The atmosphere in the tent was a bit solemn. Gongsun Zhi didn't say anything, and Gongsun Yue didn't say anything anymore. Xun Chen from there stood up with a smile, walked to the old man, and comforted him: "In ancient times, Lian Po was old and was still martial. Today, General Gongsun asked to rest in peace, which was a plan for the expedition. The governor must be clear in his heart, but the governor was the commander of the three armies. He had to make plans for the attack and make a plan..."

On the big chair, Gongsun Zhi suddenly opened his mouth and inserted it in: "Since my uncle insists on going, then go, but the three armies are about to set off. After the Ershi City is taken down, the envoy team can set off."

"Yes!" Gongsun Yue took a breath and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Walking out of the tent, the old man smelled the wet air and looked at the busy and lively military camp. The red clouds were like tides and clouds, and people and horses were all in this orange-red world.

In the sunset after the rain, everyone has something to do.

On the school ground, the cavalry walking horses were circling around, with muddy hooves rolling up under their hooves. In the middle, soldiers stood in the puddle, looking at Zhao Yun with a gentian slashing in the field, and a whistling sounded faintly in the air. Ma Chao, who was facing the enemy, looked excited and kept taking it back and fighting back. Occasionally, the opponent was caught in the gun force and rushed out together, and he seemed embarrassed to retreat and widen the distance.

A nearby girl changed into a guard outfit, rode on a snowflake horse, carried a bow, and looked at the figure of the white-robed silver spear, and forced her former brother back with a sword. She couldn't help but scream: "...so beautiful."

At the Bingzhou military camp a little further away, Wen Hou Lu Bu taught his daughter a slow move in the tent, responding to the moves, and even the skills of saving lives in the chaos, which shocked Lu Lingqi to her father as he was so serious this time.

"Dad!" Lu Lingqi pinched her fist in front of her, and couldn't help but jump excitedly a few times: "...... After learning these, did Lingqi become very powerful?"

Lu Bu, who was waving the anime halberd, turned his head and nodded: "Yes, after learning what you teach for your father, you are still far from the real general."

"ah…"

The falling embroidered shoes suddenly stepped on them, and the girl blew up to the ground with a loud voice.

And soon after, the horn of the camp was blown.

…

Ershi City in southwest of Dayuan is still in the drizzle. The news of the fall of Guishan City came two days ago. Huge chaos and the confused hearts of people have spread throughout the city.

Looking at the people and nobles coming and going in the city, Waliuti cut and slashed the officials who proposed to surrender with one sword, and shouted at the ministers who were kneeling in front of him: "...I am the king of Ershi City. Even if Shan Meng died, Meitu became a Han dog, this is still my city in Waliuti!"

"Tell the people of Dayuan in the whole city to pick up the weapons in their hands and protect our last home."

However, the heroic and majestic oath was imminent in the past five days, and the northeast direction of Ershi City was 100,000 Han troops were approaching.

Fifty horses pulled a catapult cart with wooden wheels, and in the squeaking sound, they came a hundred feet away to stop. The civilians unloaded the millstone-sized rocks from the shaft cart, and then raised the wooden spoon. The curved wooden poles were shaking in heavy weight. The cavalry supervising the battle came from afar holding the order flag, shouting: "The governor has an order to attack the city."

The flag ran away, and the vision gradually increased. More equipment was restless, and dense figures were moving stones. The captain walked through the weapons and roared: "Calibrate the angle, push the stone up!" A large number of soldiers walked onto the catapult cart, began to calibrate the direction, aiming at the city that was not very big in front. Compared with Luoyang and Chang'an in the Central Plains, this was indeed not very big...

The wind blew across the sky, the sky was swept, and the golden hot sunlight poured down from the gaps of the clouds, shining on the white wolf velvet collar, gently stroking. Gongsun Zhi rode on the tall black war horse, looking at the city wall where someone hurriedly walked by, a black dot reflecting golden light made him narrow his eyes slightly: "Give you an hour."

In the scabbard inlaid with gems, a treasure knife slowly pulled out.

On the city wall opposite to the vision, Waliuti's golden armor shone brightly in the sky, holding a knife and standing on the top of the city with a majestic sword. Looking at the overwhelming army outside, without any timidity, he walked past the panic crowd with the palace guards, his voice was loud and loud.

"The warriors of Dayuan, you will be heroes today..."

He opened his heart and faced countless enemies outside the city. When his heroic words blurted out, he still felt that he was the king of Dayuan, but Meitu was not worthy! His words and feelings suddenly floated up the next moment...

A loud bang came from afar.

Waluti opened his eyes, and the bright sky light covered the shadow from above. He raised his head, and his golden body still made an open move. A big stone pressed down with a sound. A group of guards five steps away stood there in place, staring at the rock with their eyes straight under the rock, and their legs, which were still twitching. Soon, a shrill voice rang out on the top of the city.

"King Varuti... is dead!!!"

The next second, the real stone rain, with a rush of momentum, fell rapidly towards the city, and some flew over the long section of the city wall and fell into the streets and houses in the city, and screamed and wailed.

Half an hour later, Ershicheng begged for surrender.
Chapter completed!