The city of Nishizawa was even more bleak and gloomy. The hussars battalion promised by Marquis Beili did not participate in the battle as promised, but stayed a hundred miles away from the battlefield. The ghost army soldiers in Nishizawa's front line fell one by one, but the hussars battalion was nowhere to be seen.

Extending a helping hand, rumors spread among the people that the Ghost King was so angry that he led his troops to force him to

They were stationed for three days near the imperial city of Beili and 300 miles away. Although they withdrew their troops and returned to Xize after three days, the ghost king's intention to fight for the throne had become clear, which was Beili's trouble. The ministers in the court and central government turned against each other one after another and wrote to the Marquis of Beili to contain the Hussars camp.

, the Hussars Battalion became Beili's gateway to defend against Xizawa, rather than an army participating in the war.

In the autumn of the twelfth year of Rende, when the war was at its peak, everyone's heartstrings were tense. There were only 30,000 soldiers left in Xizhe. Ten invitations for soldiers flew into Beili Imperial City to request the Hussars to send troops, but the Marquis of Beili

They all turned a deaf ear. Dongyin's war letter has been issued. In the killing field three days later, everything will come to an end. Beili Imperial City is also in panic. If the ghost army is really defeated, what kind of situation will Beili face?

?

Late at night, in the brightly lit Chaohua Palace, all the ministers were dressed in official uniforms, quietly waiting for the urgent battle reports. The tapirs were unusually silent, and the sweat on the foreheads of the ministers gathered in one stream, and they kept coming.

After listening to the battle report, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and knelt down with a plop:

"Master Marquis, please send troops. Xize City cannot be lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the ministers behind him knelt down: "Master Hou, Dongyin is like a wolf and a tiger. We really can't ignore death now!"

"You old people who are afraid of death!" Gong Qingci stood up, pointed at the leader and yelled: "You all understand Feng Xie's rebellious heart. If you send troops now, you will kill the wolf and let the tiger!"

"Master Hou..."

The leading official raised his head and looked at the silent tapir, ignoring Gong Qingci's accusation.

"Does the Ghost King really have a rebellious heart? Wasn't his resistance forced by some villains?"

The tapir's body trembled suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look at the minister who was speaking. This was a veteran minister who had assisted Beili for three generations. From his cloudy eyes, he could see the clarity that others did not have.

"What villain? Who are you talking about?" Gong Qingci shouted angrily, pointing at the old minister and constantly scolding him. At this moment, the only sight in Ni Tapir's eyes was that of the minister. Under his moist and forbearing gaze, Ni

Tapir felt that everything should be over.

Yilan Hall

"Master, try harder! You can't move! Try harder..." Jian Yao was lying on the bed with a pale face and a faint breath. His hair was soaked with sweat on his forehead, and his lips that were torn by teeth were stained with sweat.

Covered with blood that has turned dark black.

"Master! Ancestor! Please move! Don't scare me, okay?" A Hong's eyes were red with anxiety, and she kept wiping the sweat on Jian Yao's forehead with tears in her eyes.

"A Hong...A Hong..."

Jian Yao's hand was helplessly grasped upwards, and was held by A Hong. A Hong cried and said: "A Hong is here, A Hong is here, please use force, please force, okay? Why don't you let me go?"

Call Po Wen, it’s too urgent to go now!”

"Don't...don't call us Wenpo, Ah Hong...he...how is he...sending troops or not...sending troops..."

"Ancestor!" Ah Hong let out a long and tragic howl, grabbing Jian Yao's shoulders and shouting: "How long have you still missed him? Even if he died ten thousand times, it would not be worth the suffering you suffered!"

"A Hong... I..." Jian Yao was about to faint again. A Hong quickly stuffed a few ginseng slices into her mouth and pinched her middle hard. Xizhe City was even more gloomy and gloomy.

The hussars battalion promised by Marquis Beili did not participate in the battle as promised, but stayed a hundred miles away from the battlefield. The ghost army soldiers in Nishizawa's front line fell one by one, but no hussars battalion was seen reaching out.

To help, rumors spread among the people that the Ghost King was furious because of this and led his troops to approach Beili Imperial City. They stationed for three days 300 miles away. Although they withdrew their troops and returned to Xize after three days, the Ghost King's intention to fight for the throne had become clear and it was Beili's trouble.

, the ministers of the DPRK and China turned against each other one after another, and wrote to the Marquis of Bei Li to contain the Hussars Camp. The Hussars Camp became Bei Li's gateway to guard against Xize, rather than an army participating in the war.

In the autumn of the twelfth year of Rende, when the war was at its peak, everyone's heartstrings were tense. There were only 30,000 soldiers left in Xizhe. Ten invitations for soldiers flew into Beili Imperial City to request the Hussars to send troops, but the Marquis of Beili

They all turned a deaf ear. Dongyin's war letter has been issued. In the killing field three days later, everything will come to an end. Beili Imperial City is also in panic. If the ghost army is really defeated, what kind of situation will Beili face?

?

Late at night, in the brightly lit Chaohua Palace, all the ministers were dressed in official uniforms, quietly waiting for the urgent battle reports. The tapirs were unusually silent, and the sweat on the foreheads of the ministers gathered in one stream, and they kept coming.

After listening to the battle report, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and knelt down with a plop:

"Master Marquis, please send troops. Xize City cannot be lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the ministers behind him knelt down: "Master Hou, Dongyin is like a wolf and a tiger. We really can't ignore death now!"

"You old people who are afraid of death!" Gong Qingci stood up, pointed at the leader and yelled: "You all understand Feng Xie's rebellious heart. If you send troops now, you will kill the wolf and let the tiger!"

"Master Hou..."

The leading official raised his head and looked at the silent tapir, ignoring Gong Qingci's accusation.

"Does the Ghost King really have a rebellious heart? Wasn't his resistance forced by some villains?"

The tapir's body trembled suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look at the minister who was speaking. This was a veteran minister who had assisted Beili for three generations. From his cloudy eyes, he could see the clarity that others did not have.

"What villain? Who are you talking about?" Gong Qingci shouted angrily, pointing at the old minister and constantly scolding him. At this moment, the only sight in Ni Tapir's eyes was that of the minister. Under his moist and forbearing gaze, Ni

Tapir felt that everything should be over.

Yilan Hall

"Master, try harder! You can't move! Try harder..." Jian Yao was lying on the bed with a pale face and a faint breath. His hair was soaked with sweat on his forehead, and his lips that were torn by teeth were stained with sweat.

Covered with blood that has turned dark black.

"Master! Ancestor! Please move! Don't scare me, okay?" A Hong's eyes were red with anxiety, and she kept wiping the sweat on Jian Yao's forehead with tears in her eyes.

"A Hong...A Hong..."

Jian Yao's hand was helplessly grasped upwards, and was held by A Hong. A Hong cried and said: "A Hong is here, A Hong is here, please use force, please force, okay? Why don't you let me go?"

Call Po Wen, it’s too urgent to go now!”

"Don't...don't call us Wenpo, Ah Hong...he...how is he...sending troops or not...sending troops..."

"Ancestor!" Ah Hong let out a long and tragic howl, grabbing Jian Yao's shoulders and shouting: "How long have you still missed him? Even if he died ten thousand times, it would not be worth the suffering you suffered!"
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