Shen Mingzhu did not allow anyone to leave the city unless the enemy retreated at least thirty miles.
With tens of thousands of soldiers crossing the border, no matter how high their martial arts skills are, it's all in vain, as they still have to fight soldier on soldier.
Chu Ji ate five steamed buns and half a catty of meat. Full of strength, he approached Shen Mingzhu and Xiao Xian, "Princess, do you think they will attack again?"
Shen Mingzhu smiled and said: "If they don't attack, we will attack them."
Yelu En and Murong Chen were shocked, they did not expect Shen Mingzhu to have such courage.
Mo Ruhui began to admire and admire Shen Mingzhu more and more. He felt that when she was by Xiao Xian's side, he was just a decoration. It seemed that he could only use his own light and heat when the prince and princess no longer had to go to war in person. Now,
Then you can just be lazy and do other things openly.
At night, the enemy did not launch an attack. Mianyang City was always on alert. Everyone took turns to rest for fear that the enemy would suddenly launch a sneak attack.
Every angle on the city wall is brightly illuminated, and even the enemy's camp can be seen clearly, giving them absolutely no chance for a sneak attack.
Looking from the enemy's camp, apart from the dazzlingly bright brazier, there were not many people visible on the city wall. The soldiers seemed to have withdrawn.
But they knew that if there was any movement, the musketeers would immediately emerge from the ground.
In the middle of the night, shouts suddenly came from the enemy camp. After hearing this, Yeluen seemed to want to talk to the people in the city and asked not to shoot.
Because they were speaking their tribal language, Shen Mingzhu and others couldn't understand it. Yeluen translated it for her, and she sneered: "Ignore it, wait until they say I can understand it."
Only by using the language she knows can you be sincere.
The other party was also sensible, and soon someone shouted in words they could understand: "Our general, we have something to tell you!"
Shen Mingzhu asked Chu Ji, who had a loud voice, to use a simple loudspeaker to deliver the message.
The two sides were not far apart, only three hundred meters apart. If they moved further forward, they could hear more clearly.
Sure enough, Boku rode a horse, led his guards some distance forward, and stopped steadily at a safe distance.
"It's actually Prince Yan from Great Qin. I've really admired him for a long time!"
Chu Ji shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, let it go quickly."
Boku snorted coldly and whispered: "The rude Qin people." He could speak Mandarin, but refused to speak it. Instead, he asked someone to translate, "Tell them that there is no need to die with Yeluen. Hand over Yeluen."
, you can save Mianyang City and allow them to return to Qin safely. Why make an enemy of the great God of the Grassland for a Yeluen."
As he said these words, a burst of laughter came from the city wall.
This time it was not Chu Ji, but Xiao Xian who spoke in person. His superb internal power spread his voice far away, causing Boku's blood to surge. The translator was even more dizzy and almost fell off his horse.
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Boku muttered: "This Xiao Xian is really brave. It would be great if he could be used by our great grassland god."
He threatened Xiao Xian for a while, saying that if he did not hand over Yelu En, he would gather an army of 200,000 to attack.
In the end, Xiao Xian didn't bother to pay attention to him. There was no sincerity in this kind of negotiation at all. It was purely for showing off and intimidation. Xiao Xian just said back, "Tell Yi Zhique and ask him to bring all the troops to the decisive battle.
If we eliminate you all at once, we won’t have to chase you around!”
