Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

"Master Yan? What is he doing here at this time?"

The deputy commander frowned, and his expression instantly became ugly.

Wu Qianli snorted coldly: "During the war, I couldn't see him. Now that Taicheng has been defeated, is it still necessary for him to come here at this time? He must want to pick a bargain and pick peaches."

The chief of staff took a deep breath, trying to adjust his emotions as much as possible.

"Over the years, I have met many people of all kinds, but this is the first time for someone like Rich Lord Yan."

"Deputy Commander, Rich Lord Yan probably came here this time because he wanted Taicheng, you see."

"He's dreaming!" the deputy commander-in-chief said decisively: "This Taicheng was brought down by our comrades with their blood and bodies. He, the rich man, is not qualified to get involved."

"That's all I'm going to say today, even if it's a fight with the Jinsui army, I won't let this Taicheng out."

After finishing speaking, the deputy commander-in-chief strode towards the outside of Taicheng.

Wu Qianli and the deputy commander in chief looked at each other and followed closely behind.

Too outside the city!
Rich Lord Yan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the tower of Taicheng, with countless complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

This Taicheng was originally his territory, and he worked hard for many years to develop Taicheng into the most prosperous city in Northwest Shanxi.

If it wasn't for the devils who came in, maybe he was still lying in the Taicheng headquarters at this time, with his arms around one of his concubines.

But now he can only stand outside the city, waiting for the new master of Taicheng to come out.

"Sir, the gate of the city is now wide open, as long as you give the order, we can enter the city immediately."

Rich Lord Yan glanced at Sun Nan and sighed, "We can't get in if the Eighth Route Army doesn't come out!"

"This Taicheng is now owned by the Eighth Route Army. If you force your way in, it will be tantamount to turning against the Eighth Route Army. The consequences will be very serious."

Rich Lord Yan is not a fool. He is now very clear about the situation in Northwest Shanxi, and knows that he is probably no match for the Eighth Route Army, so he no longer has the domineering aura he used to have.

Even he himself may not know that now he will unconsciously lower his identity when facing the deputy commander in chief.

"Tread, step, step!"

While Rich Lord Yan was still wandering, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps.

In the next second, soldiers from the Eighth Route Army were densely packed on the city tower, and at the same time soldiers came out from both sides of the city gate.

Although these soldiers had no intention of attacking, they had already put their hands on their guns. As long as Rich Lord Yan dared to act rashly, they would attack immediately.

Rich Lord Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: Could it be that these eight roads are ready to do something?
"The chief came from afar, what can I do?"

The deputy commander walked out of the crowd and talked to Rich Lord Yan a hundred meters away.

Rich Lord Yan swallowed his saliva, looked around and said with a smile: "I heard that you have brought down Taicheng, so I came here specially to congratulate you this time."

"What? Not welcome?"

The deputy commander-in-chief chuckled, he already knew that Rich Lord Yan was frightened by this battle.

However, as a senior officer of the Eighth Route Army, he still has to say something on the spot, but it is absolutely impossible for rich man Yan to enter the city.

"You are being polite, sir, but we have just recovered Taicheng, and there are still many things to deal with. I don't know if there are any devils left in this city."

"The chief is the highest chief in the World War II zone. If there is any problem entering the city at this time, I can't explain it to the mountain city."

Rich Lord Yan chuckled: "You also said that I am also the highest officer in the World War II zone, so I am still afraid of the remaining little devils?"

Hearing this, Wu Qianli frowned instantly, and thought to himself: If Rich Lord Yan is allowed to enter Taicheng, it will be difficult to drive him out later.

Turning to look at Chen Kuan who was at the side, Wu Qianli whispered something in his ear.

Chen Kuan nodded and quickly turned to leave.

The deputy commander glanced at Wu Qianli. Although he didn't know what Wu Qianli said to Chen Kuan, he knew that Wu Qianli must have a way to deal with the rich man Yan.

"Sir, don't make it difficult for us. You are not afraid because if something really happens, we will be responsible in the end."

Rich Lord Yan laughed, just as he was about to speak, he saw figures flashing past on the city tower, and these people were all holding guns and moving half-bent.

Rich Lord Yan's heart skipped a beat, thinking back to Wu Qianli's actions just now, he thought it was Wu Qianli who ordered his troops to ambush.

Others would take a bet and dare not shoot, but Wu Qianli was different.

First of all, he knows how courageous Wu Qianli is. He dared to treat himself like that when the Jinsui Army still had the upper hand.

Now that the Eighth Route Army has grown stronger, Wu Qianli may not dare to kill him.

Moreover, Wu Qianli is also connected with Shancheng. Although he doesn't know the process in the middle, since Shancheng can use a lot of money and officials to dig Wu Qianli, this is enough to show that the bald head attaches great importance to Wu Qianli.

I have been the local emperor in Northwest Shanxi for so many years, and the bald head has long been impatient with him. If Wu Qianli really killed him, then the bald head will definitely support Wu Qianli as the second emperor.

Thinking of this, Rich Lord Yan didn't dare to take a step forward again: "Since you have so many inconveniences, then I will enter the city another day."

"But there is something I must do today!"

"Chu Yunfei, the commander of the 358th regiment of the Jinsui Army, is now in Taicheng. He has made a lot of effort to attack Taicheng this time. Do you have to give us some rewards?"

As soon as Rich Lord Yan finished speaking, Wu Qianli snorted coldly: "I have never heard of it, I have never seen it, there are such shameless people in this world?"

"Wu Qianli, pay attention to your attitude!" Sun Nan roared angrily, "You are just a small group leader, how dare you speak like that?"

"Pay attention to your attitude. You are just a civil servant who has never been on the battlefield. If I talk to her, you should shut up!"

Speaking of Wu Qianli, he turned his head and looked at Rich Lord Yan: "This time when you attacked Taicheng, your Jinsui Army did not mobilize a single soldier except for the 358th regiment. How dare you come here?"

"You said you want benefits? Even if there are benefits, we will give them to Commander Chu. What does it have to do with you, Rich Lord Yan?"

Rich Lord Yan's face flushed with anger: "He is my subordinate, according to the regulations, the seized supplies must be handed over."

"Wu Qianli, this is our Jinsui army's own family business, and it has nothing to do with you."

Wu Qianli laughed, and turned to look at the deputy commander in chief: "Deputy commander, did the 358 regiment capture any spoils this time?"

The deputy commander naturally understood what Wu Qianli meant, and said with a smile: "There are only so many devils in this city, where can there be any spoils of war?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, this time the 358th regiment has been busy for nothing, and there are no spoils captured, but I will give them some weapons and equipment as a symbolic reward at that time!"

Rich Lord Yan knew that it was Wu Qianli and the deputy chief conductor singing the oboe, but he still had nothing to do.

He didn't participate in this battle, so what to say depends on the mouth of the deputy commander.

"Well, since the battle is over and there are no spoils, he, Chu Yunfei, won't stay here to bother you."

"Let him come out, is he still rooted here in your Eighth Route Army?"