"Brothers, we can rush to the imperial capital in one day's travel. When the emperor is overthrown, you will all be heroes. You will be crowned kings and prime ministers, and you will be the most respected ministers. It is just around the corner. Brothers, rush!"

It is Wen An's son, Wen Xiu.

Bewitched by Wen Xiu, all the soldiers suddenly became excited, raised their weapons, and responded in unison:

"Enter the imperial capital, be crowned king and prime minister!"

"Enter the imperial capital, be crowned king and prime minister!"

"Enter the imperial capital, be crowned king and prime minister!"

...

Seeing everyone's excitement, Wen Xiu showed a proud smile on his face. He waved his sword and was about to lead his men to attack.

But at this moment, there was smoke everywhere on the opposite side, and a group of people rushed out from the smoke and stood in front of them.

Then a calm voice sounded: "This road is blocked!"

The speaker is wearing a red battle armor and a red rabbit horse. He is majestic and heroic.

It is none other than the Great Xia God of War, Zhou Zishan.

"You, you're not dead!" Wen Xiu looked at Zhou Zishan with surprise in his eyes.

Zhou Zishan looked at Wen Xiu and said calmly: "I'm not dead, I'm living very well!"

Wen Xiu chuckled and said with a sneer: "I don't know how you escaped with your life, but since you had a chance of survival, you should hide away in the mountains and survive, but today you actually came here to die again, then you can't blame me, today you will

Leave me here!"

Zhou Zishan looked at Wen Xiu with teasing eyes: "Do you think you can kill me?"

Wen Xiu burst out laughing: "You are somewhat capable, but your cultivation level is lower than mine, so if you want to be arrogant in front of me, you are not qualified!"

As soon as Wen Xiu finished speaking, an indifferent voice sounded from behind Zhou Zishan: "Then do you think I'm qualified?"

Following the words, a big man slowly walked out from behind Zhou Zishan.

"Seven Kills, you're not dead either!" A look of surprise appeared on Wen Xiu's face, but soon he sneered again:

"So what if we add you? Are you, the defeated generals, really qualified to fight against our tens of millions of troops?"

Zhou Zishan said calmly: "An army of tens of millions? Are you overthinking it? If my prediction is correct, the five million people guarding your camp have now been wiped out by our regiment..."

"Haha..." As soon as Zhou Zishan finished speaking, Wen Xiu laughed wildly: "Destroy five million people in my camp, you can only dream!

Zhou Zishan, you can't handle the five million people we have guarding the camp, let alone the five million people led by Marshal Ivanov, which is tens of millions of people. What are your capabilities?

Destroy?

Is it just based on the mere two million people of the Heavenly Punishment Legion?

Five to one, do you think the Heavenly Punishment Legion will win? You are overthinking it!"

Zhou Zishan looked at Wen Xiu, smiled and said: "Do you think it is possible that the five million people led by Ivanov are originally our people?"

Wen Xiu burst out laughing: "The people led by Ivanov are your people, haha, aren't you kidding me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blond and blue-eyed man appeared from behind Zhou Zishan. He looked at Wen Wen and spoke calmly:

"I am Ivanov's lieutenant. What Zhou War God said is right. With his intelligence and wisdom, Tianpu Pojun wiped out 15 million people of the coalition army without even using a single soldier.

Marshal Ivanov is completely impressed by him and has surrendered to Lord Pojun, so this time those who go to your camp are not friendly forces but enemies!"

"You..." Wen Xiu's face instantly turned livid.


Chapter completed!