Wen An knew that his words had an effect, and he was even more proud: "Chen Yang, as long as you let me go, I will plead with the prince for you and let him let your relatives go. Otherwise, you will wait for your relatives."

Bury with me, haha..."

But before he finished speaking, the long sword in Chen Yang's hand suddenly pierced Wen An's heart.

Wen An screamed and looked at Chen Yang with disbelief in his eyes: "You, you really dare to kill me?"

Chen Yang said solemnly: "I will kill you like a dog!"

Wen An shouted at the top of his lungs: "Chen Yang, if you dare to kill me, just wait for the bloody revenge of the king of Zhen, and wait for your relatives to be buried with me!"

Chen Yang laughed: "What kind of things do you think I don't know about Zhou Heng? Do you think there will be no arrangements at home if I come to rescue Zishan?

If you think too much, not only will Zhou Heng not succeed this time, but his life will also be lost, so you don’t need to think so much, you can go on your way with peace of mind."

After speaking, the sword in his hand suddenly drew out, and blood suddenly shot out from Wen An's heart.

Wen An raised his hand with difficulty and covered the wound with force, trying to cover it, but the blood poured out from between his fingers.

Wen An's strength was quickly drained. His body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground weakly. He twitched for a while and stopped moving.

His eyes were not closed even before he died, and he would not close his eyes until he died.

Chen Yang threw Chang Jian away and turned to walk outside. His cold voice came from behind him: "Tanlang listened to the order and led his brothers to meet Zishan immediately and return to the imperial capital as soon as possible.

This time, I will make the imperial capital lay covered with millions of corpses, bleeding and floating in the oars!"

"Yes!" Tan Lang agreed loudly, and then led his brothers to follow Chen Yang and charge away!

...

Daxia,

imperial capital,

Town King's Mansion,

At the top of the hall, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was sitting at the top, drinking tea leisurely.

The king of Daxia Town, Zhou Heng!

The steward next to him looked at Zhou Heng and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I have received accurate information. This time, the Heavenly Punishment Army dispatched three million people to rescue Zhou Zishan!"

Zhou Heng put down his teacup, looked at the butler and said jokingly: "Tell me, if his three million men faced off against Ivanov's 20 million troops, who would have a greater chance of winning?"

The housekeeper laughed: "Your Majesty, the Heavenly Punishment Army is indeed powerful. I heard that it can defeat one against three, but let alone one against three, so what if it can defeat one against five? Don't forget that the coalition forces are

There are 20 million troops, so there is almost no possibility for the Heavenly Punishment Legion to win this time, and their inevitable outcome is the complete annihilation of the army."

Zhou Heng nodded: "I think this is the result too! Now call and confirm with Wen An. If there is nothing abnormal, let him lead the troops back to the imperial capital. Our grand plan should also begin.

Ha ha......"

The housekeeper nodded, picked up the phone and made a call.

But Wen An's phone was always switched off.

Zhou Heng's brows furrowed: "Why can't you turn off your phone at this time? Call his son Wen Xiu."

The housekeeper nodded, picked up the phone and called again, but after a while, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Heng and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, Wen Xiu's phone is also turned off!"

Zhou Heng's eyebrows suddenly stood up, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

At this moment, the housekeeper's phone rang urgently, and he quickly answered the call. After listening for a while, his expression suddenly changed.


Chapter completed!