"Waste! Waste!"

In the palace, the imperial tyrant roared repeatedly.

The war reports in southern Xinjiang are constantly coming, all of which are bad news.

The 500,000 Yanling Army was stationed at Butian Pass, and all kinds of equipment and weapons were sufficient, but it was declared broken without even three days of being able to survive.

After leaving behind 300,000 corpses, only more than 100,000 Yan Ling Army fled back to Yelang Pass in a panic.

Now, Yelang Pass is in a hurry. How can he be worthy of his coordination and deployment arrangements by the vast barbarian king army?

"Wang Fengyuan is a waste! His heart is higher than the sky, but his ability is not even as good as a pig! His only function is to stain the dragon veins with blood! Waste! Waste!"

There were many Qilin Army and Black Dragon Army generals in the hall, and they didn't dare to come out.

After a roar, Emperor Hao fell silent.

"Send an order! I will dispatch troops from Jiaozhou and use my life to block the footsteps of the Cangmang Barbarian King Army! If Yelang Pass is lost, what is the point of my emperor planning for the past twenty years?"

What Emperor Hao finally wanted was the position of the king. At present, in his heart, Tianlong was already his, and Tianlong's three southern states were naturally his.

With his character, if it is his, no one will be allowed to take it away.

With the order from Emperor Hao, the three counties in Jiaozhou began to dispatch troops.

At the Jiaozhou Prefecture Palace, Meng Lanfeng frowned and walked around the hall, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Report!"

"King of the Palace Master! The three county magistrates have a total of 300,000 troops, and they have gathered."

"Hurry, hurry to the Yelang Pass in the southern border! You must not lose Yelang Pass!"

"yes!"

After his subordinates left, Meng Lanfeng could no longer help but feel angry and threw the teacup on the table to the ground, even overturning the table.

"Waste! Can anyone be the king of southern Xinjiang be? Then Ding Yi is just a waste who takes advantage of his chances and gets up by marrying into the Xiyuan War Zone. Why should he be the king of southern Xinjiang? Why should he be the king of southern Xinjiang?"

"King of the South... Where are you? Southern Xinjiang needs you! The three southern states need you!"

Meng Lanfeng sat down dejectedly, with a bitter look on his face.

As soon as the southern border was broken, Jiaozhou was the first to be hit. He had been a prefecture governor here for more than 30 years and had already regarded Jiaozhou as his hometown. How could he want to see the people of Jiaozhou suffer?

When the old king of Nan died and invaded, he also led the defenders of Jiaozhou to the southern Xinjiang to support him.

He witnessed the battle in the Blood City with his own eyes.

That tragic thing is unheard of, and unheard of!

I still feel scared when I think about it and have difficulty breathing.

Thanks to Xu Mutian's efforts to turn the tide, otherwise Jiaozhou would have fallen at that time.

Xu Mutian led his army to break through Cangmang and kill the capital of Cangmang. It has been less than a year, but so many things have happened. The Mutian God of War was missing.

Who can resist the future of the vastness?

"The king of the country is stupid! stupid!"

...

In Qiyang Pass, none of the 50,000 Yan Ling Army escaped and were all captured.

When Hai Dongqing brought three thousand water soul soldiers and the Yanling Army soldiers captured from Nansuohe arrived at Qiyang Pass, he found Qiyang Pass empty.

"Xue Cang, where is my king?" Hai Dongqing asked curiously.

"I've gone to Yelang Pass to help." Xue Cang said.

Hai Dongqing was shocked: "Ah?"

"Yelang Pass is in urgent need. If there is no help, the Blood City will be in danger." Xue Cang clenched his fists, his face full of anger.

How could he not be angry when countless warriors in southern Xinjiang exchanged peace with their blood and tears and lives so easily?

If Xu Yi hadn't asked him to station here, he would have hoped to lead the Shadow Blade Army to chop the so-called Ding Yi into meat sauce and then take it to Wanhua Tomb as fertilizer!

Hai Dongqing's breathing was not smooth, and she said, "Did my king say what should we do?"

"No, we're leaving too fast, we probably can only wait here for news."

"No, I'm so frustrated." Hai Dongqing said angrily.

Xue Cang tilted his head: "What are you going to do?"

Hai Dongqing thought for a moment and said, "Take the Yan Ling Army general first and beat him up."

"Good idea." Xue Cang raised his hands to support him.

Anyway, they are idle, so the two of them beat people up while waiting for news.

Fifty miles east of Qiyang Pass is Yelang Pass.

This is a hero's pass, and everyone in the world knows it.

There have been too many wars at Yelang Pass.

The blood of countless people has been thrown away.

It has also created too many legends and myths.

The city walls covered with sword marks have been baptized by war again.

The Cangmang Barbarian King Army is sieging the city.

On the city wall, a man with a mad wolf tattooed on his body was two meters tall, holding two axes, killing him with blood and his head rolling.

The terrifying pressure spreads, and the powerful strength is fully demonstrated.

The double axes, which were hundreds of pounds, were swept to the fullest, and their energy swept through them, sweeping away a large piece of it.

One of the three kings of Cangmang, the Barbarian King, Ji Da!

A powerful man of the God of War level is like entering a state of no one, and no one can withstand the power of his axe.

"Hahaha!"

Ji Da laughed wildly while killing.

"Do you have the only skill? A bunch of waste! Where is the Suzaku Army? Where is the Water Soul Army? Where is the Shadow Blade Army? Where is the Mutian Army? Where is Xu Mutian? Where is your Mutian God of War? Hahaha... I am going to avenge my previous shame today!"

"Soldiers, don't leave any of them, kill them all! Do not accept surrender! I will pile up the heads of these wastes into steps and cast the throne of bones!"

"The Barbarian King is invincible! The Barbarian King is invincible!"

The war was fierce.

Human life is like grass, and it is extremely worthless.

The soldiers of the Yan Ling Army are actually not inferior to the Barbarian King Army.

After all, it is one of the three major legions guarding the capital.

However, they lived in the capital for a long time, lacked combat experience, and had single means of responding to the enemy, and evenly matched. Once they had a decline, they would be like a prairie fire and were completely defeated.

Everyone knows that Yelang Pass cannot be lost.

But they really tried their best.

Who made them get an idiot, Nanwang?

At Butian Pass, Wang Fengyuan insisted on supervising the army in person. He did not know how to fight, but pointed at him and refused to refute the generals.

One battle, a big defeat.

What he lost was not only Butian Pass, but also lost momentum and many strategic materials with huge reserves.

Now, these supplies are used by the Barbarian King Army to deal with them.

The spear that pierces the heart has the symbol of southern Xinjiang.

The arrow that shot into the head had a sign of southern Xinjiang.

The giant trees that bombarded the pass gates were cut out one by one!

More and more soldiers of the Barbarian King Army climbed the city wall from the ladder.

Yelang Pass, the defeat has been decided.

Everyone's face was filled with despair.

Wang Fengyuan, who was full of energy before, is now huddled in the Southern Xinjiang Palace and is cleaning up the fine and soft things. It seems that he is planning to escape.

"Report! Report to the Southern King, 300,000 reinforcements from Jiaozhou are here!"

Wang Fengyuan, who was about to run away, was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Hurry! Send them all to Yelang Pass! Keep them for me! You must keep them! You must keep them even if you fill your life!"

"yes!"

The general turned around, strode away, his face was cold, and there was a sense of sorrow in his heart.

Is this the new Southern King?

I can't do anything, I can only shout that the army can fill it with my life!

"It shouldn't be..."

Wang Fengyuan sat on the chair, thinking about it over and over again, but still couldn't figure out where he lost.

"How could I be worse than Xu Yi? How could I be worse than him? How could I be worse than him?
Chapter completed!