Long live the best

The king of Zhenbei mobilized his troops to attack Pancheng, restraining many Xiliang elites and buying time for the troops on the snow mountain side to retreat.

"Report!!"

"My lord Wang Min, the governor was almost beheaded by Mu Le, the general of the Shenji Battalion."

"Under the protection of many personal guards, I was spared from death."

"Now, all the soldiers and horses of the imperial court have withdrawn."

Hearing this, Wang Min, who was in the red gauze, couldn't help frowning slightly, looking a little disappointed!

"Useless brat, I'll give you a chance, but it's a pity you don't know how to grasp it."

She muttered to herself, extremely indifferent.

Sima Zong's life and death had long been determined by her, but if she did it, it would have a bad influence in Xiliang.

It is undoubtedly the best to let the people of the imperial court do it.

With her white lotus feet, she put on her gold silk embroidered shoes and asked outside lightly.

"Then where is the governor now?"

The general outside bent down and said, "The governor was so furious that he mobilized 15 troops from Pancheng, intending to go to war and snatch Princess Chaming back."

Wang Min chuckled, very disdainful.

"What a waste, 3 people, forced Mu Le to drag them until the reinforcements arrived."

She said with cold eyes.

"Where is the dog emperor's road map? He can find all the snow mountain trails. How many of his spies are there in Xiliang?"

"Ugh!"

"Heaven is also helping him. Marching on the snowy mountain did not cause an avalanche!"

She gently rubbed her fair brows, feeling a little helpless with Qin Yun.

long silence.

The soldier summoned up his courage and asked, "My lord, what shall we do?"

"If a battle starts at this time, both sides must be hurt. The governor simply doesn't have the ability to command the two teams to fight."

"Also, the princess was robbed, how will the Zhazahar tribe explain it?"

Wang Min took a deep breath.

In the end, she still had to come forward to solve it.

"Gu, the 10,000+ soldiers in Xiliang are not paying for Sima Zong's incompetence."

"In this battle, the residual prestige of his Sima surname should have disappeared in Xiliang."

"The only pity is that the people in the court failed to kill him."

"Forget it, move to Pancheng."

……

After a stick of incense, the important town of Pancheng.

10,000+ Iron Armored Standing, Cool Flags Fluttering, densely packed, giving people a terrifying deterrent force!

Sima Zong was at the front, his face was distorted, and he almost lost his composure!

Watching helplessly the enemy escaped from the snow mountain.

He immediately brought the defeated army to Pancheng, and then mobilized troops and horses to regroup, in order to snatch back Princess Chaming.

Wash or destroy this shame! !

"King of Zhenbei!!"

"The governor asked you for the last time, are you handing over to someone or not?!"

The king of Zhenbei stands on the top of the city, as stable as Mount Tai.

The middle-aged face, which was sharpened like a knife, contained a trace of playfulness.

He said lightly: "What if you pay it, so what if you don't?"

With 10,000+ troops behind Sima Zong, his confidence was greatly increased, and he shouted loudly in front of the two armies.

"Bring someone in, and you'll be safe!"

"If you don't hand it over, then our Xiliang Army and the Zhenbei Army will fight directly, and we will never die!!"

"You king with a different surname, once all the soldiers and horses are exhausted, the dog emperor will not fall into trouble?"

"So, I advise you to be more sensible."

Zhenbei Wang Qikeng smiled disdainfully.

Looking at the vast Xiliang army, he was not afraid at all, but looked down upon it.

"Sima Zong, the king also advises you!"

"If you continue to go on your own way like this, the foundation left by your father will definitely be ruined by you!"

Sima Zong thought he could be equal to everyone, so of course he couldn't accept such a lesson.

Immediately, he flew into a rage, climbed the top of the city with his fingers, and roared: "The governor is doing something, do you want your advice?"

"What are you!"

King Zhenbei sneered.

"You really don't need this king's advice, and this king is not a big shot."

"But...!"

"Your Majesty, there is a sentence that I asked the king to pass on to you, and it should be able to give you the answer."

Sima Zong frowned, and snorted coldly: "Say what you have to say, don't play tricks, keep it a secret!"

A smirk flashed across King Zhenbei's mouth.