Unless it is difficult for ordinary elites to conquer, the hundreds of war troops will be allowed to take action.

He also ordered the ban on soldiers and privately learned about the battles and decisions of the hundreds of battles.

"Where is the magic of immortals?"

In the empty tent, Weihou murmured to himself:

"It's clearly an evil technique!"

Over the years, he had discovered that as the bloody fighting spirit deepened, the soldiers became more restless, indeed became more capable of fighting, but also became more rebellious, one by one like wild beasts.

Discipline has plummeted.

I went to the battlefield and killed the madman and slashed my blade at my comrades dozens of times.

Even when they were resting in the camp, they could make a fuss over trivial matters. A group of irritable soldiers could not control their anger at all. If they were not careful, they would develop into a chaotic battle between hundreds of people.

At least three times, Zhao Lian even had to send personal soldiers to suppress him.

How many days has it been since the war started?

Less than seven days!

Marquis Wei no longer dared to think about it. If the war had been delayed for a long time, how chaotic would these hundred war troops themselves be?

And as their civil war energy increases, one day, they will be completely captured by beastly nature and lose their humanity.

“It’s time to decide.”

Zhao Lian tightened his five fingers and looked at the map in front of him again.

There is a big red cross on the Yanjing location, which is the destination of his battle this time. According to the current speed of advance, the army can reach the city of Yanjing in at most two days.

"The Hundred Battles Army can no longer stay. If it stays again, it will become a hidden danger."

Weihou stroked the bronze tiger talisman and thought to himself:

"That set of military tactics will never be used anymore.

This time the siege of Yanjing made the tiger and wolf soldiers left by Zhao Biao use all their powers. Zhao Biao, Zhao Biao, I taught you how to win the military strategy, but I didn’t teach you how to use this evil technique.

Forget it, it was my Zhao family who let down these good men, so they can only promise to be mournful after their death.”

"Cough, cough"

Weihou felt ache in his heart, and he coughed violently twice. He covered his mouth with a fishy and sweet feeling. When the handkerchief was taken down in his hand, a trace of blood had appeared.

He looked at the blood-stained silk in his hand, stood there for a few breaths, and then kept silent and hid the silk in his sleeves.

"Yanjing!"

Zhao Lian walked out of the camp, looked at the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield in the distance, and saw groups of wounded soldiers being taken back to the camp, so he walked to the injured camp.

This is a habit he developed for decades of military service.

"I, just Yanjing!"

Marquis Wei was parading in the wounded camp, encouraging the soldiers from time to time and making some promises, which inspires people.

His face was smiling, making the wrinkles stretched out, looking very happy, but in his heart, his heart was like iron stone. The broken limbs in front of him were full of wounded soldiers, which could not interfere with Zhao Lian's will.

Kindness is not in charge of the army!

He only wants Yanjing!

As long as you take down Yanjing, the southern country, and the Zhao family, you will be saved!

After a while, Weihou returned to the camp and sent someone to call his trusted butler from his family. He served his hometown more than 30 years ago. He was truly caring and thoughtful, absolutely credible.

The old man leaned on the chair, playing with a pair of iron balls in his hand, and said to the butler:

"When you go home, you don't have to follow me to Yanjing. After you go home, you will send the "white lion", "black god", "wind", and "flying snow" to Guanzhong.

It is said that I thank General Li Shouguo for this assistance, and gave some gifts to express my feelings.

You go in person.”

"Mr. Marquis!"

The housekeeper was suddenly shocked and he kept saying:

"Those four horses are rare in the world. They are the birthday gifts that the king of the country is looking for and respecting you. They are also your favorite things. Isn't it appropriate to just give them out like this?"

"Well, it's not very suitable."

Weihou thought for a while, took out a key from his sleeve, handed it to the butler, and said:

“This gift is a bit thin.

Then take out all the money and treasures in my private warehouse and send them to Guanzhong together. No matter what method you use, I must let Li Shouguo, the immortal, accept this gift!"

"Mr. Marquis, this is you"

The butler was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

But when he saw Weihou closing his eyes, he was reluctant to say more.

He didn't dare to ask too much, so he quickly left the tent. After the butler left, he leaned on the chair and made Zhao Lian open his eyes.

He thought to himself:

"Anything that is in battle formation, you should not consider winning, but you should consider losing first.

Li Shouguo, I am immortal. You and I have always disliked each other, but they are a bit of a magical relationship. If I lose this battle, I am afraid that it will be my nephew and my Zhao family's family who will buy money.

Da Chu
Chapter completed!