The Human Emperor

“Lord, I know what you mean. Mountain Springs is always a useful day, but how much? Ten days, a month? Or longer? What if it's exactly ten days, or a month? ”

Daqin praised tranquillity, but the tremor in his voice could be felt by even the next messenger.

Ge Luofeng was silent for a moment.

“What a terrifying young man! ”

Lifting his head, he looked at the fresh water coming out of the mountain noise. What did the palace Luofeng understand in the trance? It is a display and a silent pressure. And I have to say, Wang Chong really succeeded.

He could take risks, but Ushid and Monsieur could not wait.

“The chancellor is right, we can't wait! ”

A voice came from the side, and Duan Gequan's voice set the tone for the matter.

“Woo! ——”

A noise of the Bull Horn sounded all over the sky, and after three days, a rolling smoke erupted again at the foot of the mountain. The whole army of Monsieur and Us Tibetan rose again.

On the dark clouds of war!

This is yet another battle between Da Tang and Mung Wu, and it is destined to be the last. This time, no one has retreated, which is destined to be an endless battle to the last level, the final bloodshed... duel!

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“Dong dong dong! ”

On the high mountains, a full day of drums of war suddenly sounded, followed by two, three, four…, dense and numb drums of war, gradually spread like rain point all over the mountain surface, a hundred miles away.

The clouds of war swept up again.

The only remaining 60,000 horses in the southwest of Grand Tang are once again running like a giant war machine.

A south-western war has come to this point, and both the Annan Dow Guards and the forces of Monsieur Dai and Us Tibet have shown deep fatigue. Both sides are far less powerful than they were in the beginning.

Big Tang had a long history of water collapse.

Us Tibet suffers from food shortages and abdominal distress.

Nevertheless, the sword draw between the two sides was tense and the atmosphere of collapse was much more intense than on the first day. Whether it is Us Tibet, Monsieur Dai or Datang, both sides are deeply aware that this confrontation between the three countries in the south-west will reach its end.

There will be no more trials and showdowns, which will be the best between the three sides! One! Fight!

“Master Wang, before the war, may I ask you a question? ”

Two gorgeous golden carriages stood side by side at the front end of the Mongu coalition like a wall, two carriages stood in Daqin Ruozhan and the fire trees, while the other carriage stood in Gao Luofeng and Duan Gequan.

Daqin Ruozan and the fire tree are a little ahead, while Gong Luofeng and Duan Gequan are a little behind!

Compared to the beginning, Daqin Ruozan drowned his feather fan without the appearance of the first day, but added a hint of sincerity and serenity. At this point in the fighting, both sides have exhausted all means and capabilities, and Daqin Ruizan has nothing to say.

Wang Chong is a qualified opponent!

And a powerful enemy who can sit on equal footing with himself!

In the heart, Daqin Ruozan has ignored his age, treating him as one and the same as himself!

“Go ahead, Minister! ”

On the top of the mountain, Wang Zhongshen stood calmly in front of the flagpole, on his left and right were his father Wang Yan and Rare than Zhongtong, as well as other Datang's generals.

- In the final showdown, all the commanders and senior generals of Datang stood together and focussed on the void and remotely confronted the senior generals of Meng Wu.

To fight to this point, everyone has an awareness in their hearts.

Conversations like this will be the last of each other!

“At the age of seventeen, there is no military technique that can reach the level of a son. All kinds of decisions, hearts and minds, courage, foresight… are not what people of this age should have. Daqin praises his own familiar reading of the Bible. All the Bibles of the Middle East are unknown and unknown. There are few enemies in this regard. But the son's law, Daqin Ruozan, has never seen it. ”

“Before the showdown, the son can tell you not to be stingy. Where exactly are the boys from? ”

Daqin looked up to the mountain and the voice was bright.

The emergence of Wang Chong, like a comet, appeared in the sky, thus changing the whole southwest battle, dragging into this state a war that must be won for Us Tibet and Monsieur.

And his military skills are even more mysterious. The warpath insights and sights revealed were simply inaccessible, making him even more misty.

What kind of person could teach such an apprentice? Where exactly does this military technique come from? ……

Wherever this is the case, Wang Chung's origins, the inheritance of military law, have always been tangled in Daqin Ruozhan's heart like a mist. And from the beginning of the war to the end.

Daqin Ruozan did not expect an answer, but did not expect an unexpected outcome.

“Let me tell you this question. ”

A sound rumbling like Thunder came from the side, not Wang Zheng was a side less than Zhongtong.

“Daqin Ruozan, you are the name of Us Tibetan and the southwest general, you must have heard of this name? ”

“What?”

Daqin looked at him with countless eyes on all sides, looking to the top of the mountain less than Zhongtong.

“Great Tang Su Zhengshen! That is Prince Wang's true master! ”

“Boom! ”

Su Zhengshen's three words were like a thunderbolt on everyone's head. Daqin Ruozhan, the Fire Tree Collection, and the three southwestern giant rulers of Gao Luofeng all changed their faces. Even Zhengsheng was white and his body trembled with obvious tremors.

“This is impossible! ”

Daqin Ruozan opened his eyes and looked incredibly at the top of the mountain. The news even far exceeded his focus on the Southwest War.

Su Zhengshen, this is a nightmarish existence on the Us Tibetan plateau, which was heard even when Daqin Ruozhan was a child.

If Wang Zhongjie is the god of war of Datang and the existence of restlessness that frightens everyone in Us Tibetan Plateau, even Tibetan kings are afraid of sleeping and eating, then Su Zhengshen is the more terrible King of the Middle Earth than he is!

Regarding Su Zhengshen's horror legend, even with Us Tibetan generation of generals passed down, the longer the fear of him deepened.

That was the source of the deepest nightmare imprint on the Us Tibetan Plateau, and his story even dates back to generations of Tibetan kings.

That's what everyone said about the existence of tiger color change, just mentioning that name is already disturbing.

“Su Zhengshen died decades ago. Where did he come from? ”

Daqin Ruozan's instinctive reaction is not to believe, it is less than Zhongtong is lying.

“Not bad! I've been in the Great Tang Dynasty for almost 10 years. I've heard that Su Zhengshen has long been extinct, and there are no children at all. Even the minister of the Dynasty said that Su Zhengshen is dead. Where else did Su Zhengshen come from? ”

A voice came from the side, and the least believable message was that Phoenix was different. Since he was a child, he has been the quality of Beijing, and he knows all the secrets of Beijing.

Now Wang Zhong said that he was the heir of Su Zhengshen, the Great Tang Army god. Where would Fengjia differ believe that?

“Hahaha, Daqin Ruozhan, I've told you the answer you want to know, and believe it or not, it's your business. However, there is one thing I can tell you, Old Su is still alive, which is certain in the Beijing master. ”

Big smile than Zhongtong.

He sat in the southwest of town for a long time. How could Us Tibetans not know about Su Zhengchen and let go of this opportunity to fight the popularity of Us Tibetans?

“... and Daqin Ruozan, who do you think can teach a student like Prince Wang besides Su Zhengshen's elder Su, and who should be his mentor? ”

At the foot of the mountain, Daqin Ruozan, the Fire Tree Return, Gong Luofeng and Duan Gequan were all silent.

Not bad!

Wang Chong is only seventeen years old in the district, but the military magic can already be made and Grand Chin praised equally, and even had it. To be his master, it really is not something ordinary people can do.

But Su Zhengshen is in there. If Wang Chong's master is Su Zhengshen, then everything can be explained.

“Prince Wang is a well-known man, and Daqin admires him. But I don't know if I'd like to hear a word. ”

Daqin Ruozan took two steps forward in the carriage and continued.

“Go ahead and say what you have to say. ”

Wang Chung smiled.

By the time the fighting had reached this point, all the cards on both sides had been exhausted, and whatever plot or plot Daqin Ruozan had made, it was useless to do so.

“The son has a good talent. Even Daqin Ruozhan is far less talented than the soldier. What is more rare is that he is still so young, but his heart is too poisonous. I heard that Datang ruled the country with Renxiao, and the Confucian family advocated etiquette. If the son did this, he wouldn't be afraid of retribution in the future? ”

Speaking of the last sentence, Daqin praised the shrinking pupils and the glow of hatred appeared in his eyes. After the two countries engaged, Wang Zhong actually bypassed and sent an army to invade the plateau to spread the plague.

The current Alibaban kingdom is like hell, full of dead bodies, plagues and deserted tribes, and an unprecedented famine is spreading on the plateau.

Worse still, the plague is spreading, and no one knows when it will end.

Wang Chong's viciousness and ferocity, as well as that kind of determination and courage, even Daqin Ruozhan was secretly surprised. And such a huge loss makes Daqin Ruozhan even more biting teeth, hating them into the bone, can not be said until this time, he is already very cultivated.

When he heard this, Wang smiled backwards.

“Fortune or mercy?"

Wang Chong only said one sentence.

“As long as we win this war, what harm will it do even if we suffer from it? ”

Wenshen did not love wealth, Wuzhen did not hesitate to die, Daqin Ruozhan still underestimated him. If for security, for comfort, for fame, he would not have dispersed his family's wealth, rushed thousands of miles, and participated in the war in the southwest, which was destined to be outnumbered.

When he left the capital, he had no idea he could go back alive. Daqin Ruozan now tells him benevolence, Confucianism, retribution, what's the point for Wang Chong?

For the sake of saving the life of the Convertible Society, to serve the people of the country. If you cherish the fame of feathers, how can you count them as generals?

Wind hunting, rolling the flag on the long rod, Wang Zheng standing under the flag rod, brilliant color, no fear at all. Even Daqin Ruozan was seized by his divine colour.

He thought about Wang Chong's reactions, and the only thing he didn't think about was that Wang Chong would be so calm and accommodating.