Lion Cong's body expanded, getting taller and taller, and finally reached eight feet in height at the shoulders, and let out a high-pitched hooting sound.

"Xilulu...Xilulu..."

For a moment, thousands of horses roared together. Compared to the soothing sound of the lion's cock, the other horses were frightened, and the cavalry formations on both wings of the Western Army were instantly dispersed.

Those are just incidental, the real target is the horse under Zhe Keshi's crotch. After being targeted by Lion Cong, he even spread his legs. No matter how the veteran with superb riding skills controlled it, he was all heading towards Yan Jun.

He rushed forward and even the personal guards beside him were thrown away.

"Help..."

Master Zhong's expression suddenly changed, and as soon as he yelled two words, his voice suddenly stopped.

Because Zhe Keshi had already rushed to the front of the Yan army's formation and met the hill-like lion Cong.

The personal guards couldn't catch up, let alone rescue him!

Seeing that he had fallen into a trap in such an incredible way, Zhe Keshi knew that he was no longer lucky. He clenched the spear in his hand and glared angrily: "Come here, thief! Don't expect me to be captured without any help!"

However, the expected offensive did not come. The majestic figure sitting on the dragon colt looked down: "I personally came to the front line to give my guarantee in front of the two armies!"

"The Western Army has been guarding the border for decades and has made great achievements. It should not be buried with a faint king and be stigmatized. Soldiers can return to the northwest like Liu Fabu and reunite with their families. Military attachés who want to join the army must follow the arrangements. If they want to be loyal and righteous, they may

You disarm and return to the fields..."

"Go back and spread my king's words to the entire Western Army!"
Chapter completed!