Ying Lie came over, knelt on one knee beside him, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty."
Murong Canghai withdrew his gaze and looked at him, "What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, General Mo is kindly requesting that General Mo be the marshal in the Great Monday War," Ying Lie said.
"Ying Lie." Murong Canghai called his name with a warning in his tone.
Ying Lie lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, according to the spies' report, Prince Zhou will personally lead the army in this battle. The general is worried that if the Prince kills Prince Zhou with his own hands, I am afraid that the Third Miss will... be affected by this.
I hate Your Highness."
"Don't you always hope that she won't have any entanglements with me? Aren't you afraid that she will affect my determination to conquer the west? Now that I personally lead the army and let her hate me, it is not better, but it is what you want."
While saying this, Murong Canghai took off his mask, and his evil, cold and arrogant face exuded a chill.
Ying Lie looked at him. Under the moonlight, he looked like a god descending from the sky. His black robe floated high in the wind, making a rustling sound.
"But, I don't want the prince to suffer in the future!" His eyes were shining in the moonlight! He just didn't want his great king to be doomed!
"The battle to unify the seven kingdoms is imperative. You don't need to say anything more." Murong Canghai turned away, with some incomprehensible emotions in his dark eyes.
Ying Lie didn't say anything anymore, but he became more and more worried.
Ten days later, the war between the Qin Dynasty and the Qin Dynasty broke out on the border of the Zhou Dynasty as scheduled. Suddenly, the peace that the Zhou Dynasty had maintained for decades was broken.
Everyone in the imperial court was in danger and divided into two factions. One faction favored sending troops for confrontation, while the other favored reconciliation.
Zhou Prince Xuanyuan Qiche denounced the conciliators in the court hall, and even asked the emperor to personally lead the army on the expedition.
General Liang Wendao was sacked during the Queen Mother Incident and was executed by the Nine Tribes. All his subordinates related to him were also punished.
The emperor took advantage of the situation to take back the military power of one hundred thousand troops, but none of the soldiers was completely convinced by the general. Su Yueming entered the palace and suggested to the emperor that now is the opportunity to hand over the military power to the prince, so that the prince can ascend the throne in the future.
There is no need to be placed at the mercy of others, and the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty can be preserved.
The emperor thought over and over again and finally adopted Su Yueming's opinion, so the prince had the military power of the 100,000-strong army.
Outside Longmen Pass, the prince was holding a halberd and wearing a silver military uniform, standing on a tall maroon horse. He was so handsome that everything in the world was eclipsed.
Behind him are thousands of troops!
Whether this battle was life or death, he had already ignored it.
All civil and military officials were present, and the emperor personally saw him off. He raised the big bowl in his hand, looked around at the people below, and said——
"I wish the army a victory and return to Beijing as soon as possible!"
Although he was in poor health, he still drank the strong wine from the bowl with great pride!
"Long live the Great Zhou! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Zhou! Long live the Emperor!" The sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami seemed to break through the sky and reach the top of the clouds.
The prince pointed the halberd high into the sky, his eyes radiating bright light.
"Drumming!"
The sharp voice of the ceremony officer sounded loudly, and then, the rain-like drum beats hit the land of China like endless thunder, making people feel an unprecedented sense of tension and depression.
The soldiers were shouting and shouting, and their morale was high.