The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Hahahaha! Okay! Just one cup!"

"Your Majesty, please come with me!"

Immediately, Wu Li took King Jing and his party away.

Jin Ziyi couldn't wait any longer. Not only was he already ravenous from the smell of the meat, even those women with strong bodies were enough to seduce them.

He approached a barbarian and said with a smile: "Brother, you barbarians..."

Before he finished speaking, the man turned his head and glanced at him, crossed his arms and walked forward, ignoring him.

Only then did Jin Ziyi realize that this man was the barbarian named "Yan Cheng" who had previously threatened him. He scratched his head and followed the crowd to the fire. Not long after, he already had the sheep in his hand. Legs, my mouth is full of oil.

Laughter gradually echoed in the night sky, the barbarians were singing and dancing, and King Jing was in a good mood.

After Wu Li handed over what was said to be "a cup" but was actually a large bowl of wine, King Jing drank it all in one gulp. A spicy taste penetrated from his throat to his heart, and his face turned red.

But this "cup" was obviously just the beginning. Then Wu Li brought another barbarian to toast, saying that this was a certain general and that was a certain clan elder. Under a bunch of messy names, there was a bowl of The bowl is turbid but exudes a rich aroma of wine.

After one cup, there are two cups. After two cups, there are three cups. After three cups, there are three cups.

King Jing could no longer remember how many cups he drank.

Although the matter of the rebels was still weighing heavily on his heart, he finally let go of what was on his mind after drinking and drinking. He felt that he was enlightened and relaxed.

He smiled with a red face and was so drunk that he felt like he was in the clouds.

-

It was past midnight, but the fire was still burning brightly.

"Rebels, traitors, they must be killed..."

"Now... your troops are waiting for you, Barbarian King, you have to hurry up, you can't let... keep us waiting for a long time... hiccup... hahaha."

King Jing, whose face was glowing red, leaned on Jin Ziyi, who was lying drunk on the ground and snoring loudly.

At this time, King Jing had his eyelids drooped, burping from wine, looking at Wu Li with a half-smile, whose face was vague, and he could only see clearly the row of jagged yellow teeth exposed in the corners of Wu Li's grinned mouth.

Although Wu Li drank a lot of wine, his face was only slightly red. After hearing King Jing's words, he nodded and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, everything will be arranged."

King Jing laughed loudly, and tried his best to raise his head and look to his side, but saw that most of the people he brought were lying on the ground in a mess, talking some inaudible nonsense, and a few others were acting like crazy. They were jumping and jumping around the fire, screaming strangely, and it looked like they had drunk too much and were fooling around.

Seeing this, King Qing shook his head vigorously, but it was okay not to shake. However, the dizziness became even worse with this shake. The whole person seemed to be floating in the air, flying up and falling suddenly.

"call--"

He panted heavily and held onto Jin Ziyi's limp body with one hand, only to find some sense of reality.

Wu Li sat on the ground, picked up a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp, then wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at King Jing with a smile.

"Your Majesty, is the wine brewed by our barbarians still acceptable?"

Although they were close, the voice seemed to be floating from the horizon at this moment, drifting and murmuring. King Jing shouted loudly under the influence of wine:

"What did you say? Louder!"

"Your Majesty, how does the wine made by our barbarians taste? How much worse is it compared to the palace jade liquor of the imperial court?" Wu Li said with a louder voice, still smiling.

King Jing heard it clearly now, but he laughed foolishly:

"There's no comparison! The wine in the palace tastes soft and doesn't make you dizzy, but your wine is as spicy and bitter as horse urine, hahaha!"

"It's just so damn strong, so powerful!"

Wu Li didn't seem to care about the derogatory term "horse urine" and said with a smile:

"I thought that Your Majesty has a good drinking power, but I never thought that I would get so drunk after drinking these few cups of horse urine. All the young men in my barbarian tribe are better than Your Majesty."

King Jing was furious and slapped Jin Ziyi with a crisp sound.

"If I drink the palace's wine, I won't be able to pour a thousand cups!"

"You barbarians can still drink better than me?"

After saying these two sentences, he burped again and said with a silly smile: "Have you ever had good wine?"

The tribesmen behind Wu Li were glaring angrily at this moment, but King Jing, who was lying on Jin Ziyi with drooped eyelids, couldn't see clearly anyway.

"Really? Then I hope that I will have the opportunity to taste the wine in the palace in the future, so that we can have a full meal." Wu Li was still smiling.

"Wait...wait!"

"When...the rebels are wiped out, Qin Ze's traitor's head...will be cut off, and he can drink as much as he wants...hahaha." King Jing could no longer hold on, so he turned around and lay on Jin Ziyi, Said vaguely.

Wu Li approached King Jing and said:

"Your Majesty, you said earlier that after the rebels are wiped out, you will hand over Beiliang to us and be exempt from taxes for ten years. Is this what your Majesty said personally?"

King Jing waved his hand and said impatiently: "I've said it, I've said it."

"If Your Majesty doesn't speak, I...I can still tell lies."

"Oh, all right."

Wu Li stood up, but the smile on his face disappeared, and his gray eyes became particularly sharp.

"Hurry up... gather your troops quickly and join me in the expedition tomorrow..."

"Kill them without leaving a single piece behind! Haha!"

King Jing laughed loudly and waved his arms, but soon fell down, and within ten breaths he could hear snoring.

"Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty?"

There was no reply, and Wu Li stopped shouting. He turned his head and said expressionlessly: "Carry it down and drink some wine from time to time."

"Yes!" Immediately, the barbarians came forward and carried everyone away.

Wu Li called several tribesmen and left with his hands behind his back.

-

inside the house.

Wu Liduan sat in the chair and looked at the several tribesmen in front of him. His face was extremely solemn. After being silent for a while, he stood up and said:

"Everyone, now it's time for our clan to make a crucial decision."

"This decision will affect everything about our clan in the future."

"Life and death, survival and destruction, maybe only today."

The people in the room were all the highest-ranking people in the barbarian tribe, including clan elders and generals. After hearing Wu Li's words, everyone looked solemn.

Yan Cheng was impatient and spoke first: "Clan leader, how many troops do we need to send?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Li frowned, looked at him and said, "How many troops do you think we should send?"

Yan Cheng pondered for a moment and then said: "King Wukui brought out 500,000 troops last time. Now the troops in the clan are not as strong as before. But if we try to suppress the rebels and kill Qin Ze, I think, 200,000 troops It can still be made up.”

After saying this, he looked at Wu Li, but Wu Li pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yan Cheng looked at the others again: "Everyone, what do you think?"

Still silent.

"Clan leader, you..." Yan Cheng looked at Wu Li again. Before he finished speaking, Wu Li's face turned red suddenly. He stretched out his five fingers and shouted:

"We sent half a million troops earlier!"

"Let hundreds of thousands of fathers not expect their sons to return, sons not to see their fathers return, and wives to ask for their husbands not to return!"

"This time we will send another 200,000 troops to fight a battle that will inevitably lead to a near-death battle!"

"How many people should be left waiting for their return!"

The short Wu Li had veins on his forehead, and under his white hair, his wrinkled face looked particularly grim in the candlelight. The candlelight swayed slightly, stretching his shadow very long, and this loud shout also made Yan Cheng's face turned pale and he took a step back unconsciously.