Meng Huo looked very excited when he looked at the tens of thousands of troops gathered in the square. There were several people behind him, and in addition to his younger brother Meng You, there was another one, Yang Feng, who was defeated by Lu Bu that day. He was one of the few barbarian leaders who responded to Meng Huo's call. Yang Feng and Meng You were not as excited as Meng Huo, and their faces were full of worries. They were not optimistic about the entry of troops to Yizhou this time, because there were not many defenders near Yizhou, with more than 30,000 people, all of whom were the elite of the Fifth Army. In addition, there were also the main force of the Qin army in the direction of Jiaozhou. More importantly, most of the tribes within the barbarians did not agree to rebel against the Qin Dynasty. In fact, Yang Feng wanted to surrender to the Qin Dynasty, but the envoy sent by Daqin to negotiate with him was killed by Yang Feng in anger. Then Yang Feng regretted it, but there was no choice.

"This time the troops entered Yizhou, I must ask the Han people for something that should belong to us!" Meng Huo roared in a very bewitching tone among the soldiers in the square. However, tens of thousands of soldiers just shouted weakly in response.

Meng Huo frowned and turned around and asked Meng You: "Is there any news about Zhurong?" His tone was full of expectations.

Meng You and Yang Feng exchanged a look, and Meng You replied: "No!"

Meng Huo snorted heavily and swung his whip. At this moment, a personal soldier of Meng Huo hurriedly ran to Meng Huo and reported: "King, Mrs. Zhurong's messenger is here!"

Meng Huo's eyes lit up immediately and he said anxiously: "Please!" Then he hurriedly headed towards the conference hall regardless of the tens of thousands of soldiers in front of him. Meng You and Yang Feng looked at each other, and both smiled bitterly.

Meng Huo hurried to the meeting hall. At this time, the envoy sent by Mrs. Zhurong was waiting. It was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing the unique clothes of the barbarians.

"Has Zhurong changed his mind?" Meng Huo asked impatiently.

The messenger was stunned for a moment, took out a letter of letter and presented it to Meng Huo with both hands, and said, "This is my master's handwritten letter. Please check it out!"

Meng Huo quickly took the letter and looked carefully. Suddenly, he became furious, kneaded the letter into a ball, and put it in his mouth and swallowed it. The messenger stood stupidly, not knowing what to do.

Meng Huo rushed outside the door and shouted: "Come here!" Several personal soldiers immediately entered.

Meng Huo pointed at Zhu Rong's messenger and shouted with a ferocious look on his face: "Drag him down and burn him to death!"

The messenger immediately burst into tears, and at the same time he felt inexplicable. He quickly knelt down and begged for mercy and said, "Master, please spare your life!"

Meng Huo yelled impatiently at the personal soldiers waiting for orders: "Didn't you hear my clear order?"

Several personal soldiers couldn't help but feel a stern heart, and immediately dragged the unlucky messenger who was still begging for mercy. After a while, he died in the flames. During this process, Meng Huo kept looking at the side with a grim smile.

The next day, Mrs. Zhurong, who was in the Zhurong tribe, received the news that the messenger was cruelly executed by Meng Huo. Mrs. Zhurong couldn't help but angrily said, "Why did he become so cruel?" Then she looked dark and murmured with some self-blame: "I'm sorry for him!"

"Master, you did nothing wrong." Zhu Yankuan, who was on the side, who was like his wife Zhu Rong, said.

Mrs. Zhu Rong shook her head, and then the face of a young man with a scar on her left cheek appeared in her mind, and her mature and delicate face couldn't help but turn red.

Zhu Yan smiled and said, "Master, are you thinking about him again?"

Mrs. Zhu Rong glared at Zhu Yan, then sighed with melancholy.

Zhu Yan said solemnly: "The reason why the master and King Meng Huo separated is because the master and King Meng Huo have completely different views! King Meng Huo has always hoped that our barbarians can establish an independent and powerful country. Even if there is no matter between the master and His Majesty of Qin, today's situation is probably inevitable!"

Mrs. Zhurong nodded and said with a firm look on her face: "For our people to live happily, we must stop him!"

Zhu Yan asked in confusion: "Master, the Qin army has a strong combat power, and there are heavy troops in Jiaozhou and Yizhou. King Menghuo cannot succeed at all. Why should we do this forever?"

Mrs. Zhu Rong explained: "This is different! If we resolve this rebellion ourselves, then the Qin court will clearly feel our sincerity. On the contrary, I am afraid that even if he still believes in us, the civil and military officials of the Qin court will have doubts about us!"

Zhu Yan nodded in a vague way.

Mrs. Zhurong ordered: "Immediately our army and the tribal armies of Wutugu and other tribes act according to the original plan!"

Zhu Yan Yingnuo and retreated.

Mrs. Zhurong came to the platform on the top of the small wooden building, and looked at the hazy sky, and her originally depressed heart became heavier!

Meng Huo led a large army to march directly into Yueji. Yueji was once Meng Huo's base camp, but now it is firmly in the hands of the Qin army. Yueji is the current Xichang area of ​​Sichuan. At this time, 10,000 elite troops of the Fifth Army of the Qin army had gathered in Yueji, while 10,000 light cavalry and 20,000 infantry were being led by Gao Shun and Gao Lan to come to the side. In addition, General Lu Bu personally led 50,000 elite troops of the Second Army out of Lujin Pass to the north. The Qin army was a bit big because the Qin army received news that in addition to Meng Huo's barbarian army, there was a larger barbarian army moving towards Yizhou. The court center who stayed in Luoyang was greatly shocked by this matter, because according to the previous situation, it was unlikely that the barbarians would be in the current situation; Jia Xu, as the governor of Yizhou, couldn't help but become a little nervous; the main forces of the Qin army in Yizhou, Jingzhou and Jiaozhou were all mobilized around the abnormal barbarian army.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of Jiangdong troops were ready to attack. However, it was not good for the Jiangdong Navy at this time, because it was the coldest time of the year, and the combat power of the Jiangdong Navy was greatly restricted.

Meng Huo led 60,000 barbarian troops to Luzhou County, more than ten miles southwest of Yueli. At this time, Luzhou was basically an empty city.

Meng Huo led 60,000 barbarians to occupy Luzhou effortlessly. Meng got the leaders of the leader of the Yizhi Polar Team and said, "The Qin army is just an embroidered pillow, and looks good!" However, the leaders of his subordinates did not have the same good mood as him.

Sixty thousand troops rested in Luzhou County for one night. The next morning, the 60,000 troops continued to drive towards Yizhou in a mighty manner.

When he reached the gentle terrain between a stream and a forest, the sound of familiar ground drums suddenly sounded around him. Meng Huo and all the barbarian soldiers were stunned. Then he saw the surrounding people, and countless barbarian soldiers wrapped in animal skins were slowly surrounding him.

Meng Huo came to his senses. At this time, Yang Feng pointed to a flag embroidered with flame patterns on the southeast and shouted: "King, look, the battle flag of the Zhurong clan!"

Meng Huo was shocked and quickly looked in the direction of Yang Feng's fingers, and suddenly saw a big flag with flying flames dancing in the wind. Meng Huo was stunned for a moment, and then his whole face turned red with anger.

Meng Huo rushed forward and roared at the flag, "Zhurong, come out! I want to talk to you!" Before Meng Huo finished speaking, the soldier under the banner wanted to get out of the way. A female general wearing leather armor and plump and attractive body surrounded by dozens of female soldiers. The female general was no one else, but Mrs. Zhurong.

"Why did you do this for him?" Meng Huo roared angrily.

Mrs. Zhurong took a few steps forward and sighed, "You misunderstood! I sent troops not for him, but for all the people of our barbarian tribes!" Then she begged: "King, I hope we don't fight without any unnecessary battles, let it go!"

Meng Huo was completely in a state of madness at this moment. He couldn't listen to Mrs. Zhurong's advice at all. He roared like an angry grizzly bear: "I won't give up! I want to fight to the end! I want you to know who is the real man! Who is the real hero!"

Mrs. Zhu Rong frowned and wanted to continue persuading her, but she felt nothing to say.

Mrs. Zhurong couldn't help but sigh and said to Meng Huo with great sorrow: "King, since that's the case, we have nothing to say!" After the words came, Mrs. Zhurong turned her head and prepared to return to the formation. At this moment, Meng Huo suddenly asked: "Tell me honestly, do you like that little white face?" Mrs. Zhurong turned her back to Meng Huo, hesitated for a moment and nodded gently. At this moment, Meng Huo simply wanted to destroy the world!
Chapter completed!