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Chapter 115: One hundred thousand of you, come together, why should I, Xiao Feng, be afraid!(2/2)

Li Xiangruoyuan's eyes also lit up, "Your Majesty, you really use your troops like a god! I admire you, I admire you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Liao army general climbed onto his horse.

We Xiaoli agreed to join the war purely for the benefit of our allies. We originally thought we could follow Xiaoyan and Xixia to pick up some leftovers to eat, but little did we know that Yelu Hongji actually pointed the finger at him directly.

Xiao Liren may have hallucinated after eating poisonous mushrooms, thinking he was Ultraman.

I’m wrong. The eight-meridian divine sword that can be wielded freely in the original work is indeed the best martial arts in the world. According to Jin Yong’s narration, except for the sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion, there is no one who can be the opponent of the eight-meridian divine sword that can be broken freely.

Xu Zhu is also good at it, and Yan Wei is even more likely.

"Yes." Yan Wei said matter-of-factly: "You fought in Nanjing, Liao Kingdom, and had a small army of 100,000. My master blamed you and asked you to continue to be the commander. If you don't, I dare to say that I will give the order to my brother.

, the 14,000 are allocated at will.”

"Bad~" Duan Yu waggled his tail cheerfully like a pug. Only then did the courtiers realize, bad guy, it turns out that Duan Yu has become a traitor long ago.

Xiao Feng covered his head happily. Just kidding, if you haven't beaten an assassin before, it would be useless for him to come. Can he beat you?

Xiao Feng smiled and patted Yan Wei's hand, "Brother, stop making trouble. Where is he hiding him?"

Li Xiang sighed, "But little brother, the Liao Kingdom has sent a hundred thousand troops to fight with you Xiaoli. No matter how low his martial arts skills are, it will still be useful. If his martial arts skills are low, he should run away first. My brother must stay there and live and die with your motherland."

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Zhao Ji had no way of flying with such a small number of people, so he asked Yan State to send chariots and horses to pick them up.

Yelu Hongji could have a bad sleep, but Xiao Li fell asleep. He was so frightened that Di Shengtai died overnight.

As slow as an ant in a cold pot.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yelu Hongji was overjoyed.

Xiao Feng said with difficulty: "Yes, brother, he is the direct disciple of Yang Laojun, and he is the only one. Based on that relationship, will you lead Xiaoyan into the army?"

Now I actually saw the face of that nightmare He He under the battle formation. General Liao knew that Yan Wei could kill all the 100,000-strong army, and I would only be targeting myself.

"Brother, are you suffering from some kind of terminal illness, alcoholic liver disease or gastric cancer? From now on, you will be drunk after drinking seventy or eighty small bowls of spirits. How come you are so drunk today after just one or four bowls of hard liquor?

He is worried that if you find the worst doctor to treat him, he will definitely get bad results."

Zhang Dun and others stamped their feet and beat their chests. Why was his hand so slow? He didn't sell the country first after you betrayed it?

"Otameili." Yelu Hongji slapped his old uncle on the head and said: "I am talking about raising a hundred thousand small troops for a battle. We are fighting Xiaoyan, just fight Xiaoli.

Fight, that small and powerful country dares to come with others to beat you Xiao Liao, you really know how much you weigh."

There are hundreds of thousands of small armies in the whole country of Xiaoli, and even if we really raise one hundred thousand small troops, our army's combat effectiveness is even worse than that of Xiaoshui. How can we fight against Liao's hungry and red-eyed 100,000 small troops?

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And Murong continued to serve as an elite combat force to intimidate all parties. The 14,000 people Yan Wei mentioned were not the Murong of his generation.

Li Xiang stood behind the Liao army's battle formation and shouted in a low voice: "Let's attack with 100,000 of them. Why should you, Yan Wei, be afraid!"

Yan Wei was silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Brother, maybe we have the same idea. Whether there is an army or not, whether there is Li Xiang or not, you brought someone here, you are the only one here."

"Why did he bring this?" Xiao Feng was heartbroken.

On the seventh day, Yan Wei went out to battle. Hearing that Xiaoli only sent one person, the leading general of the Liao army thought he was an envoy who came to negotiate and seek peace. When he came, he heard that he actually came to fight with my 100,000-strong army.
Chapter completed!
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