When he arrived at the Yan King's army, it was indeed very lively. The Yan King was in poor health and had no energy to care about them, which made these people more and more excited. Seeing Nangong Mo and the other two coming in, the tent was strangely quiet for a while.

King Yan opened his eyes, which were originally closing his eyes to rest, looked up at Wei Junmo, "You are here, sit down."

Wei Junmo took Nangong Mo's hand and sat down. The generals didn't say anything when they saw Nangong Mo. These days they had long been used to Mr. Wei's side with Princess Xingcheng, and even the summoned King Yan often passed on two people together. Since the prince didn't say anything, it was their turn to be their subordinates to say anything. What's more, these generals in the army were all rolling over from the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Even if their positions were different, they still had some eyesight. Mr. Wei and Princess Xingcheng were not in a good mood these days. Especially in recent days, they have always been elusive. Every time the murderous aura and bloody smell on their bodies appeared, it makes people wonder whether they went to the battlefield or they went to the battlefield.

"Since you are all here, please say anything." King Yan sat up and glanced at the crowd present and said in a deep voice.

Nangong Huai looked at everyone strangely, then looked at King Yan frowned slightly.

After a long time in the tent, a general said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the defense of Jinling City is now strong, and our army's forcibly attacked the city is severely damaged. The last general wants... I wonder if I can ask Mr. Wei and Princess Xingcheng for help?" Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Wei Junmo looked at him, "Let's talk."

The general said: "I heard that the masters of Zixiao Palace under Mr. Wei are all brave enough to defeat ten thousand men. If these masters are invited..."

Nangong Mo understood it, and to put it bluntly, he wanted the masters of Zixiao Palace to rush to thunder for them. Ah... It is inappropriate to thunder. At this time, the people of Zixiao Palace should be the suicide squad and rushed to the city tower first.

After hearing this, many people were vaguely moved. Siege, especially cities like Jinling Imperial City, were filled with the soldiers' lives. Most of the time, soldiers were often shot and killed by the defenders on the city tower before they even crossed the moat.

"No." Wei Junmo didn't think about it at all and refused directly.

The general was stunned and said unhappily: "Why can't it work? The general knew that Mr. Wei loved his subordinates, but could the lives of the people in Zixiao Palace be their lives, and the lives of ordinary soldiers are not their lives?"

This is a bit harsh. Wei Junmo can offend all the generals present except Nangong Xu. After all, no general wants his soldiers to die worthlessly.

Nangong Mo reached out and pressed Wei Junmo's hand quietly. Wei Junmo's originally slightly cold eyes gradually calmed down and said nothing. Nangong Mo smiled and said, "Can you know how many people are in Zixiao Palace in total?" The general paused and said roughly: "I don't know until the end, please ask the princess for advice."

Nangong Mo said calmly: "There are only hundreds of guards at most, and there are only twenty-eight people who can be called masters by the general. Nine of them have already joined the army and are no longer from the Zixiao Palace. Now they are at least one thousand households in the army. Three other people died, and six stayed in Chenzhou to protect the safety of their mothers and children. The two were seriously injured in the past two days. In other words, the so-called masters of the general, even if Jun Mo and the princess personally took action, there were only eleven people. Each guard at each gate of the Jinling City Tower will not be less than 30,000. Once they take action, they will be shot at ten thousand arrows at the same time. The general means... I want eleven of us to try it out if we are immortal?"

Upon hearing this, the general's face turned red, "The general doesn't know..."

Nangong Mo raised his hand and smiled faintly: "I know that the general is a general who feels sorry for his subordinates. If the method mentioned by the general is really feasible, the princess and Jun Mo are willing to lead the way. But... although Jun Mo's martial arts are very powerful, he has not yet reached the point of being indestructible. More than a dozen people...even if we all successfully climbed the city tower, what can we do?"

It is a dream to create chaos among tens of thousands of troops so that the soldiers and horses under the city can attack the city. What's more, although there are about 30,000 defenders in each city gate, there should be at least 400,000 or 500,000 soldiers in Youzhou City. Even if they kill 10,000, they can still replace 20,000 at any time. It is obvious that they are confused to come up with such an idea.

The general was ashamed and held his fist and said, "It's the last general who thought about it. I hope the princess and the prince will forgive me." He also came up with such an idea after hearing about Prince Wei's fierce achievements and many rumors about Zixiao Palace. However, he didn't expect that the famous Zixiao Palace had only such a few people.

In fact, this is definitely a misunderstanding of the generals in the military about the Jianghu organization. In the eyes of these generals, the twenty or so masters are naturally not worth mentioning, but in the Jianghu, no matter which organization can only recruit more than twenty first-class masters, it is definitely famous enough. After all, the Jianghu forces and the killer organization do not need to send tens of thousands of people in one fight, right?

Nangong Mo smiled and said, "The general is so serious, everyone is doing the most important things."

Seeing that she was so magnanimous, the general became even more embarrassed.

Everyone here also looked different in their eyes. Some people think that Mr. Wei let his wife speak such important things, which seems too indulgent to his wife. Some people think that Princess Xingcheng is worthy of being the wife of his nephew who even King Yan values. She is not only smart, but also generous, and not as petty as an ordinary woman.

Seeing that they finished speaking, King Yan raised his hand and knocked down the table to attract everyone's attention. Everyone hurriedly looked at King Yan and listened to his instructions respectfully. King Yan snorted and said, "I don't know. The bigger the battle, you will become more impatient. When... the war must be the vanguard? Otherwise, let's not be busy attacking the city. I will ask someone to recruit a group of masters in the vanguard for you?"

Everyone lowered their heads, and the general who first proposed the proposal was even more ashamed and blushed.

The King of Yan said lightly: "I followed my father to attack the important town of Beiyuan for 81 consecutive days, and I didn't see my father getting angry. How many days have I been in Pengcheng before?"

Everyone said in unison: "The prince has taught me a lesson." They were indeed a little impetuous. Seeing that the Jinling Imperial City was right in front of them, once they were captured, what was waiting for them was to be granted a marquis and ministers, and how could it be unexciting to be granted a wife and a son?

King Yan nodded slightly and said, "I have calmed down all my heart, why are you anxious? It's not us who should be anxious now."

"Yes, Prince."
Chapter completed!