Sword Master Ling Tian

"So, I want to know the situation of the Jizhou forces, and how is the fighting now?"

Meng Da held the teacup and his palm trembled suddenly, and he almost didn't break it. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and quickly got up from the chair. His eyes showed incomparable reverence.

"The son's feat is really impressive. Here, I, Meng Da, on behalf of the Jizhou warriors and the people of Li people, thank you son!"

With that said, Meng Da was about to kneel down directly.

Sister Lin Kerr, with a look of excitement in her eyes, she stepped forward to kneel down.

"Never, what are you doing?"

Ling Tian was startled, and quickly stretched out his hands to prevent the three of them from kneeling.

"I am only interested in this. Now I can only kill the enemy. I have not done anything. I shouldn't thank you for it. Get up quickly!"

"This, all right."

Seeing that it was too expensive, Meng Da got up and sat back.

"The son's fist and enthusiasm, Meng Mou admires, but this Mengshan Sect can't walk away, if otherwise, he must go north, and kill the Huns!"

Meng Da's face flushed with excitement, but after a while, his whole body was soft again, and he said dejectedly: "But, but now this Jizhou martial arts, oh... it's really sad and hateful, they are really sorry for being like the son. Your hero!"

Meng Da suddenly patted the table and said.

"Oh? Why did Sect Master say this?"

Ling Tian frowned. Seeing Meng Da's appearance, the situation in Jizhou might be more complicated than he thought.

"The young man doesn't know anything about the situation in Jizhou. It's complicated and not complicated, but it's just terrible. The whole Jizhou is vast, and the young man is from Yunzhou, so our Jizhou is almost twice the size of Yunzhou!"

"But there is a huge gap in the spiritual veins between the north and the south of Jizhou. There are eight big cities in the southern part of Jizhou, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the spiritual veins are rich, there are many families of sects, and the warriors are also gathered here. We call it southern Hebei, and the northern part of Jizhou. The mountains are vertical and horizontal, the land is barren, and even a bit of the sky is cold and the ground is frozen, and the spiritual veins are thin. Although there are sixteen cities, there are very few martial artists."

"As for the power of Jizhou, it is even simpler. The entire southern Hebei is controlled by the Zhao family, the first family. Although Jizhouhou is strong, his old man is a war lunatic and doesn't know how to operate at all. He puts all his thoughts on I went to the frontier to resist the Hungarians, but I didn’t know that his legion had been worsening every day, and the sect family in southern Hebei was even more scattered, with no sense of unity."

"Now, facing the Hungarians, Jizhou is vulnerable to a blow, and it is reasonable. I have long thought that there will be such a day."

Meng Da was emotional, drank a big sip of spiritual tea, and started talking endlessly, as if pouring out all the bitter water in his heart for Ling Tian.

"What? A dish of loose sand? What is the origin of the Zhao family? Isn't it even the Hou Mansion can't help him?"

Ling Tian said in surprise.

"Of course there is no way, the son does not know, then the Zhao family is not only the first family in Jizhou, but also because he is backed by Prince Rong!"

"What kind of person is Prince Rong? In the entire Southern Tang Dynasty, Prince Rong covered the sky with his hands. The Zhao family was backed by Prince Rong's mansion, so naturally he had no scruples and put no one in his eyes. Now there are a total of all in Jizhou. Of the two legions, one of them is in the hands of Hou Pei Renji in Jizhou, and there are only less than 500,000 soldiers left. The other is the Joint Army of the Eight Cities in Southern Hebei, which is in the hands of General Zhao Wuliang!"

"And the number of allied forces in the Eight Cities is more than that of Jizhouhou. I don't know how much it is, but there are at least half a million!"

"As for Zao Wuliang, he is Zao Wou-ki's younger brother. The latter is now heavily trusted by the Prince of Honor in Zhongzhou, and it is said that he is still the head of the guards of the Prince's East Palace!"

Mengda Road.

"What? Zao Wou-ki's younger brother, he is the Zhao family?"

Ling Tian was surprised when he heard this.

Unexpectedly, Zao Wou-ki's home was actually in Jizhou.

And now it seems to be arrogant and ruthless.

"Yes, it comes from this Zhao family. His Zhao family has a great soul, who can provoke him, even Jizhou Hou also has nothing to do with Zhao Wuliang. I heard that this time the frontier is in emergency, the Hungarian army is pressing the land, Jizhou Hou Dajun was defeated and could not resist it at all. It was heard that he was even broken through the eight border cities that night, and even the city lord’s mansion had fallen. Now seven days have passed, although the Hungarians have not yet reached the southern part of Hebei, but it will not be too far to come. "

"At the very least, Zhao Wuliang didn't mean to send troops to help."

Ling Tian got up angrily, "He's crazy. As a Nantang general, he dare to sit back and watch?"

"Hehe, let's not talk about the grievances between the Zhao family and the Jizhouhou. His Zhao family can't wait for the Jizhouhou army to be annihilated, so he can replace it. Even if he wants to send troops, in a short time, he will not have that combat power."

"As I said, although Jinan is in the hands of the Zhao family, the Zhao family is rampant. Everyone is succumbing to submission, but not obedient. Although he has a large army in his hand, he is also from various sects and family members. , Who wants to lay down his life for him? So, it is a mess of sand, unless he hits the door of the house, he will not make a move."

"What's more, the elite army of the rebels between Jizhou and Yanzhou, led by King Su, hasn't moved yet. He, Zhao Wuliang, is even more afraid to send troops without authorization."

"Oh, pity my northern Hebei warrior, I am destined to be bloodbathed by the Hungarians." Meng Da shook his head, depressed.

"Damn it, **** it!"

"Zhao Family!?"

Ling Tiantian gritted his teeth, his fists squeaked.

"So son, this is the situation in Jizhou today, so, do you still want to save Jizhou?" Meng Da asked, raising his eyes.

"Save, of course you must save."

"However, this Zhao family must also be eliminated, not eliminating, it is not enough for the anger of the common people, not eliminating, it is not enough to correct this righteous world!"

Ling Tian said coldly.

Meng Da heard the words, his eyes faintly excited, but in the end he shook his head.

The Zhao family is too strong. Although the young man in front of him is powerful, he is still too weak compared to the Zhao family.

"Sect Master, do you have a detailed map of Jizhou for me?"

After a long time, Ling Tian asked suddenly.

"Yes, of course there is."

Meng Da nodded repeatedly, took out a jade slip, and handed it to Ling Tian.

Ling Tian took it and took a look with his spiritual mind. It was indeed a complete map of Jizhou, and it was much more detailed than that of Ling Tian before, and even the military camps in eight cities had records.

"In that case, I will leave now."

Ling Tian put away the map and got up to leave.