Travel through Shen Meizhuang to open the system and walk sideways in the harem

In the imperial palace parade ground, the sunlight shines on the ground, reflecting a golden glow.

The emperor sat upright on a high platform, gazing intently at the parade ground below.

His eyes were full of majesty and confidence, as if everything was under his control.

Moge, who was standing opposite the emperor, stared at the emperor with pride, a gleam of unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes.

Mog sneered:

"Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, you dare not fight me head-on, but use these despicable means to capture me and bring me to the capital. Is this what a gentleman does?"

There was a hint of sarcasm and contempt in his voice, and he seemed to be very disdainful of the emperor's behavior.

However, facing Mog's questioning, the emperor did not get angry, but instead showed a faint smile.

He said softly:

"It seems that Mog Khan has never read military books. Don't you know what "all is fair in war" means? War is a cruel game, and only the winner can survive."

The emperor's tone was calm and firm, revealing an unshakable confidence.

He didn't care about Mog's accusations because he believed that as long as victory could be achieved, any means were acceptable.

"The winner takes it all, Mog, what else do you have to say?"

There was a hint of arrogance in the emperor's voice, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring straight at Mog.

Mog's face turned gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, I do not accept your defeat. Do you have the guts to fight me again? If the warriors of the Qing Dynasty can defeat me, Junggar is willing to submit to you and will never be an enemy of the Qing Dynasty again!"

"Okay, today in the training ground, I will let the brave warriors of the Qing Dynasty compete with you and make you admit defeat sincerely." The emperor sneered.

At this time, Mog came on the stage, and a royal guard with a sword jumped up, picked up the weapon and started fighting with Mog.

Mog was tall, and every time he swung his fist, there was a sharp sound of wind.

The sword-wielding guard in front of the emperor was agile and nimble. He cleverly avoided Mog's attack and stabbed Mog's vitals with his sword.

Mog roared, his fists were as fierce as a storm, and each punch carried tremendous power.

The guard was forced to retreat again and again by Mog's momentum, but his swordsmanship was still sharp as he looked for Mog's flaws.

Mog suddenly dodged the guard's sword and rammed his knee into his abdomen.

The guard groaned, holding his stomach and took a few steps back. Mog took the opportunity to chase him, his fists raining down on the guard. The guard gasped, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and was knocked down by Mog's punch, unable to get up again.

Mog sneered and stretched out his hand to kill the guard, but Zhen Heng rushed forward and blocked Mog's fist.

"Khan, it's just a competition. Can you stop when it's enough?" Zhen Heng said loudly.

"It's you? The pioneer of the Qing Dynasty. Well, let me have some fun with you!" Mog said, turning his head to look at the emperor, and continued:

"Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, since this is a competition, what's the point of a small fight? Why don't we fight with real guns and real swords? How about it?"

The emperor thought about it and didn't want to hurt Moge because of the competition, so he smiled and said:

"Moge, you are the Khan of Dzungar, I cannot bear to hurt you, let's decide the winner and stop here!"

When Moge heard this, he felt that the Qing Emperor was insulting him, and said indignantly:

"Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, you look down on me! What's the point if we can't fight with real guns and real swords? Why don't you let me go back and we can fight again!"