Wild beast war god

"Let's go, we should go and comfort this talented young man to prevent him from doing anything impulsive again."

After Fan Zhong said this, he took two deputy commanders to see Sikong Jing.

Faced with Sikong Jing, who they regarded as a small person, Fan Zhong and the others didn't hide anything. They went straight to the point, saying that he was too young to be in the limelight and could easily be remembered for revenge and the like.

Moving with emotion and understanding with reason, the method of grabbing credit is much smarter than Mo Yang's.

Finally, Fan Zhong said earnestly: "Of course, I won't treat you badly. I hope you can understand."

"I don't care, Lord Fan." Sikong Jing replied with a shrug.

"Hahaha, you can teach me. After the war subsides, you can come to Yunzhou War Mansion to report."

Fan Zhong laughed a few times and was very satisfied with Sikong Jing's attitude. He promised to support Sikong Jing and then turned around and left.

Watching them disappear, Ahu said angrily: "Yunzhou War House, why are all of them like this?"

"I'm so angry. They're all a nest of snakes and rats, and no one is good."

Lao Zhang was also panting like an ox. He took away Brother Sikong's great contribution and still made Brother Sikong grateful. It was really a killing of a thousand cuts.

Sikong Jing said with a faint look: "I have wronged you. In fact, this was what I expected, and I don't want to be famous."

Just as Sui Yu was worried, if he was too famous, Yan Tianmo and Yan Ruyu would know about it, which would be very disadvantageous for him currently.

He just wanted to rescue Sui Yu.

Why did he give his name? It was because Sikong Jing knew that Mo Yang was not the only one who wanted to take away his great contribution.

His name will eventually be submerged without a trace and no one will mention it.

And how could he, Sikong Jing, care about this little credit?

He is destined to destroy the Great Shang Dynasty, and is destined to be a traitor to the Great Shang Dynasty. What is the use of taking credit?

Things calmed down outside Yanyun City. Soon after, Sikong Jing was called by Fan Zhong to discuss whether to lead troops into the city again. After all, the city gate had been broken open, so there was a good chance.

But in the end, I still felt that Yunzhou's military strength was too small and I was not sure.

After the discussion, Fan Zhong ordered: "We will enter the city after the troops from each city arrive."

In this regard, Sikong Jing naturally did not express any opinions. After the city was breached, the people of Xia State in Yanyun City were very, very careful. If the number of people in Yanyun City was too small, they would not get any benefits.

Another day passed, and more than a dozen city guards arrived.

Although there are still some cities that have not arrived, Fan Zhong ordered: "We can't wait any longer. We currently have an army of 600,000, which is enough to fight against the strong men of the Xia Kingdom in the city. Send me an order and everyone must assemble."

In the blink of an eye, all the soldiers and horses gathered, with Fan Zhong as the leader, standing at the foot of Yanyun City with a fierce momentum.

Looking at the 600,000-strong army, Fan Zhong cleared his throat and stood on his horse to give a pre-battle speech: "Dear Yunzhou soldiers, I am Fan Zhong, the commander of the Yunzhou War Palace, and you are just the looked-down city guards."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the 600,000-strong army were a little unpleasant, and they were hit hard.

"But what if we are city guards?"

"We can still break through the Yanyun City Gate. If you see the broken city gate, it was me, Fan Zhong, who led the troops to break through it."

Fan Zhong pointed at the ruined gate of Yanyun City with overwhelming momentum, and spoke without blushing and out of breath, looking as if it was natural.

The one hundred thousand soldiers and horses behind Sikong Jing were all gritting their teeth and their faces were red with anger.

Mo Yang, who made his face pale on purpose, was also out of breath. Fan Zhong, that bastard, was even crueler than me.

He actually took the credit from Sikong Jing in public, you bastard.

The hundreds of thousands of remnant soldiers who had witnessed Sikong Jing's performance also twitched their lips, but no one dared to say anything.

Finally, the expressions of the newly arrived city guards changed dramatically.

Everyone looked at Fan Zhong with admiration, and their expressions were extremely excited. It turned out that their city guards could really destroy Yanyun City and attack the Xia Kingdom's strong men in Yanyun City.

All of a sudden, my energy and energy came up.

Fan Zhong looked at the city guards in front of him with satisfaction, a look of satisfaction on his face.

However, he will continue to emphasize and increase his authority.

"With me, Fan Zhong, what is Yanyun City? Who is the strong man of Xia State?"

"With three hundred thousand I can break open Yanyun City, and with six hundred thousand I can kill the strong men of the Xia Kingdom crying for their father and mother."

Having said this, Fan Zhong slowly swept towards the 600,000 troops in front of him to receive their attention salute.

In vain, a clear and cold female voice came from the wall of Yanyun City: "Sikong Jing, I remember you."

"Ok?"

Fan Zhong, who was in full swing, his face changed with shock when he heard this. He looked at the city wall in vain and saw a beautiful woman in well-dressed standing on it. She was followed by thousands of strong men, who looked mighty and domineering.

At the same time, Sikong Jing, who had nothing to do with him, also looked at the city wall fiercely, with a flash of light in his eyes.

At this moment, it was judged that this woman was the commander-in-chief of Xia State in Yanyun City.

At this time, the well-dressed woman also found Sikong Jing under the fingers of the middle-aged man with golden armor, her eyes were cold.

"You are very good. With the power of the peak of the dark realm and a hundred thousand troops, you defeated my arrangement in Yanyun City. You held me back and made me taste the taste of failure. You succeeded in making me remember you. .”

As soon as these words came out, the newly arrived troops of more than 300,000 people looked blank and looked at each other.

Then they looked at Fan Zhong one by one. Didn't the commander say that he was the one who broke through Yanyun City?

Who is this Sikong Jing? Why should the enemy remember it?

Fan Zhong's eyes widened and he was extremely angry.

Who the hell is this woman? What are you saying to remember Sikong Jing now? Isn't this a slap in the face?

You bastard, I want to establish my prestige.

If the newcomers know that I am not the one who made the meritorious service, then what will happen to me, Fan?

Thinking of this, Fan Zhong spoke loudly to Princess Dielian: "Xiao Nizi, I am Fan Zhong, you..."

Before she finished speaking, Princess Dielian interrupted: "You trash, you have no right to talk to me."

These words, spoken by Princess Die Lian with her extraordinary martial arts realm, carried a strong tremolo, which made Fan Zhong turn pale and almost fall off his horse.

Then, Princess Dielian looked at Sikong Jing again and said, "Stand up and lead an army of 600,000 to attack me. I will defeat you with my own hands."

The corner of Sikong Jing's mouth twitched slightly, and he replied slowly: "I am only the temporary commander, and I am not as powerful as you think. You don't need to remember me. It is more important to remember Lord Fan."

He really doesn't want to be famous. God knows how this Xia country woman can remember his name.

When he entered the city, he gave his name to several spies, but his voice was just a little louder.

Fan Zhong's face looked a little better after hearing this. He felt that Sikong Jing was quite good. He raised his head and chest and said: "You little bitch of Xia Kingdom, please stop pointing fingers at my people. I am the one who destroyed Yanyun City. It’s all under my command.”

However, how could Princess Dielian believe that all of Sikong Jing's previous actions were seen in the eyes of two middle-aged men in golden armor.

Moreover, this Fan Zhong made her very annoyed. He stretched out his hand on the city and pulled out a palm out of thin air. A palm that seemed to be made of wind appeared in front of Fan Zhong, and... bang!

With one slap, Fan Zhong was knocked off his horse and let out a miserable scream.