"well……!"

Bahayi looked at the vehicles under the city that he had worked hard to build. He sighed heavily, knowing that Bosaro would never belong to him. This is no longer his home, and the huge wealth he had accumulated could only watch and was about to be lost. Looking up, some vast faces had already flashed in the sky at this time, just like his hopeless life.

"Oh...we..."

Just as he was planning to leave the battlefield with his 5,000 cavalrymen with endless disappointment, a sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded from far to near. Especially when the sound came from the distance in the rear, it made Bahayi, the Governor of Bersha, feel a glimmer of hope. For him, perhaps this is really a hope. If the subordinates of Azam and Tulansha Sultan arrived in time, there might be some chance.

He couldn't help but stand up immediately on the war, took out his telescope and looked at it. Sure enough, the dust was rising from behind him, which was what a gang of cavalry looked like when they marched rapidly. He didn't understand very well, if it were reinforcements...?

"No, this is the enemy, this is the enemy who has already left the city..."

Suddenly, Bahayi, the Governor of Bershall, woke up and realized that he had been completely fooled by the other party. He turned around again and looked at the city of Bershall, which was still bright under the gas lamp, and an abnormal flush surged onto his cheeks.

"You...you thieves' father and son..."

He might have thought about something, but a sense of anger stuck in his mouth that made him unable to bear it anymore.

"puff……"

His throat chuckled twice, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Then his body shook twice and could no longer stop. Then he fell from the horse to the ground. The governor of Blasaro died, and his real cause of death was not pissed to death by Zhao Wuji and his son. Of course, he was also killed by his own greed. Just imagine that the nv people who were planning to plot against the Han people and the fire of Zhao Xu were probably not resentful. This can only prove that one sentence - it will be returned sooner or later.

Just when his subordinates became unbearable because of his death, Zhao Xu's army arrived. Zhao Xu also brought a flag for his army at this moment. His flag naturally had the style of the Song Dynasty, and a long golden dragon hovered on the red flag. Compared to Zhao Fubo, although Zhao Xu did not have such great ambitions at this moment, his career is also developing step by step.

From a certain perspective, this book is a struggle between the two brothers, and a new struggle with an old-fashioned traditional Chinese ideology. The actions of Sanniang, Zhao Weinan, Zhao Wuji, Zhao Xu, Shi Shi, Xianglian and all of them are just a side of the fold of Chinese traditional culture at this time. They may outline some aspects represented by the entire old Chinese culture.

The red-bottomed golden dragon flag is slightly imaginative with Zhao Fubo's fiery fire dragon flag. The difference is that the Zhao Fubo flag is a golden dragon flying in the fiery fire, and its meaning is completely different from all the flags under Zhao Xu.
Chapter completed!