Compared with the capital army, the battle formation of the Xiaoyang Army is not so neat.

But they are many people, and they look over and look over, and they are boundless.

The Xiaoyang Army's troops are about 25,000.

Morale is like a rainbow, and it is so powerful that it swallows mountains and rivers.

When they pushed forward, they were like dark clouds pressing over.

When the distance between the two sides was only half a mile away, they stopped at the same time.

Soon, a big man riding a horse ran out of the Xiaoyang Army.

He came to the front of the two armies with a flagpole in his hand, shouting loudly in his half-baked Zhou Yu: "Main General of the Zhou army, come out and speak!"

Li Yu was about to urge the horse to go out, but the surrounding Jinwu, Guan Ying, Zhu Da, Chu Ren, Yan Wen, Feng Tang and others stopped him one by one, and said with a serious expression: "Your Highness, danger!"

"It's okay!"

Li Yu waved his hand to everyone, indicating that they did not need to stop and did not follow him.

Then, Li Yu, alone, rode his horse, walked out of the capital army slowly and came to the front of the great man in Xiaoyang.

The other party looked at Li Yu up and down and asked, "Who is coming? Report your name!"

"Li Yu."

Li Yu was straightforward.

The other party's eyes flashed clearly, and he said with a slight slight voice: "The King of Wu of Zhou!"

After a moment of pause, he said loudly: "Now, King Sunu, personally led a large army, and you and the people of Zhou are not alive, and you will be the chariot with your own hands! My king has an order. As long as you surrender, you can never die. Otherwise, there will be no chicken or dog left!"

His Zhou Yu is not very skilled, and his speech is also in paragraphs and his tone is strange, but Li Yu can still understand the general meaning.

When the other party finished speaking, Li Yu nodded.
Chapter completed!