Not only can you disguise yourself as the other person, but you can also imitate the color and size of the other person's pupils, the texture and depth of the fingerprints, and the pitch and frequency of the voice. Not to mention it's just a small Adam's apple."
"So, Mo Zihan is Han Mo?"
"Yes, I am absolutely certain of this!"
"Uh... Your Majesty. Even if Han Mo is Mo Zihan, does this have anything to do with our plan?" Lin Zhonghe didn't understand. Anyway, whether it was Han Mo, Mo Zihan or Tuo Li, they would all become dead. Who is this?
, what does it have to do with?
"Of course it does matter!" Ximen Yunhai raised his lips and smiled evilly.
"They treated me like this. When I defeated North Vietnam, they would abolish Tuoli's martial arts, cut off his hands and feet, soak him in a wine jar, and watch helplessly as their women were taken away by me and have sex with me -
Love. When the time comes, it will definitely make him want to live but not die!"
Lin Zhonghe cleared his throat. At this time, Ximen Yunhai turned into a violent demon again. He didn't want to answer because this shouldn't be his nature.
After the Eagle Army robbed 20 cannons in Xiliang and burned all the food and grass in Mucheng, another eighteen days passed before Ximen Yunhai's army finally arrived in Mucheng.
Looking at the Muzhou Mansion Office that had been burnt to a coke-like ruin, Ximen Yunhai's face was not much better than the color of the coke.
After resting for a day in Mucheng and letting the soldiers eat and drink enough, at dawn the next day, Ximen Yunhai asked the army to assemble.
Standing on the heights of the Mucheng military camp, looking at the ground that had been repaired but still riddled with holes, it was a stark re-enactment of the North Vietnamese army's sneak attack. The Xiliang army was unprepared and could only let it go.
From the tragic situation of being wiped out.
Ximen Yunhai held a loudspeaker in his hand and asked loudly to 400,000 soldiers: "Have you seen the countless deep pits on the ground?"
"I saw it!" the Xiliang soldier replied loudly, his voice resounding through the sky.
"These deep pits have taken away the lives of 100,000 of our Xiliang soldiers! Should we avenge our compatriots?"
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!..."
Ximen Yunhai raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet and then continued: "North Vietnam has been riding on my head in Xiliang for decades. Our land has been invaded, our sovereignty has been interfered with, our people have been raped, and our property has been destroyed.
Not guaranteed!
All of this is because we are too weak! We cannot defeat those northern barbarians!
But things are different now! We have weapons that can destroy the northern barbarians! With these weapons, we can become the masters of the world, the overlords of the world. From now on, no one will dare to bully us again.
Everyone said, do you want to be bullied and enslaved forever, or do you want to be the master of the world and have the final say on everything?"
"Be the master! Be the master! Be the master!"
Yes, they have been oppressed by North Vietnam for too long. Every time their border towns are trampled by North Vietnamese cavalry, their gold and silver are taken away by North Vietnamese soldiers, their beautiful wives are also kidnapped by North Vietnamese soldiers, and finally their country
The Lord also had to pay tribute to the king of North Vietnam to end the war.
They have had enough of such useless days, and now their new emperor will lead them to create a new pattern.