Beast God of War

Chapter 120 Sikong Jing, I Remember You

"Let's go, we should also go and appease this genius boy, lest he do anything impulsive again."

Having said this, Fan Zhong brought two deputy commanders to meet Si Kongjing.

Facing the little Sikong Jing in their eyes, the three of Fan Zhong didn't hide anything, and went straight to the point, saying that he was too young to be in the limelight, and that he was easily remembered for revenge and the like.

Move with emotion and understand with reason, the method of grabbing credit is much more clever than Mo Yang.

Finally, Fan Zhong said earnestly: "Of course, I will not treat you badly, I hope you can understand."

"I don't care, Master Fan." Sikong Jing shrugged and replied.

"Hahaha, children can be taught. You can come to Yunzhou Zhanfu to report after the war subsides."

Fan Zhong laughed a few times, very satisfied with Sikong Jing's attitude, promised to support Sikong Jing, then turned and left.

Watching them disappear, Ahu said angrily, "Yunzhou Zhanfu, why is everyone like this?"

"I'm so mad, it's all a nest of snakes and rats, there is no good thing."

Lao Zhang is also panting like a cow, and he is still making Brother Sikong grateful for his great achievements. He really kills a thousand knives.

Sikong Jing said quietly, "I've wronged you all. In fact, this is what I expected, and I don't want to be famous."

Just as Sui Yu was worried, if he was too famous, Yan Tianmo and Yan Ruyu would know, which would be bad for him at the moment.

He just wanted to rescue Sui Yu.

The reason why he reported his name was because Sikong Jing knew that Mo Yang was not the only one who wanted to snatch such a great contribution from him.

His name will eventually be submerged without a trace, and no one will mention it.

And he, Sikong Jing, how could he care about this little credit?
He is destined to destroy the Great Shang Dynasty, and he is destined to be the rebellion of the Great Shang Dynasty. What's the use of credit?

The outside of Yanyun City calmed down, and soon after Sikong Jing was called by Fan Zhong to discuss whether to lead troops into the city again, after all, the city gate has been broken now, the chance is not small.

But in the end, I still felt that Yunzhou's troops were too small to be sure.

After the discussion, Fan Zhong ordered: "We will enter the city after the soldiers and horses from each city arrive."

Regarding this, Sikong Jing naturally did not express any opinion. After breaking the city once, the people in Xiaguo Yuyanyun City were very, very careful.

Another day passed, and more than a dozen city guards arrived.

Although there are still some cities that have not come, Fan Zhong ordered: "We can't wait any longer. We now have an army of 60, which is enough to fight against the Xia Guo powerhouses in the city. Send me an order, and everyone must gather."

In a blink of an eye, all the soldiers and horses assembled, with Fan Zhong as the leader, stood under Yanyun City, looking menacing.

Looking at the 60 troops, Fan Zhong cleared his throat, and immediately delivered a pre-war speech: "All soldiers of Yunzhou, I am Fan Zhong, commander of the Yunzhou Zhanfu, and you are just little soldiers of the city guard who are looked down upon."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the 60 troops were a little unsightly, and they were stabbed to the core.

"But, so what if we are city guard soldiers?"

"We can still break through the gate of Yanyun City. If we see that the broken city gate is there, it was broken by me, Fan Zhong, leading the troops."

Fan Zhong pointed at the broken gate of Yanyun City with great momentum, and said without blushing, taking it for granted.

And the one hundred thousand soldiers and horses behind Sikong Jing gritted their teeth, their faces flushed with anger.

Mo Yang, who made his face pale on purpose, was panting like a cow, and Fan Zhong, a bastard, was more ruthless than me.

He actually took the credit of Sikong Jing in public, you bastard.

And the 10,000+ remnant soldiers who had seen Sikong Jing's performance with their own eyes twitched their mouths, but no one dared to say anything.

In the end, the expressions of the newly arrived city guards changed drastically.

One by one looked at Fan Zhong adoringly, with extremely excited expressions. It turned out that their city guard soldiers could really destroy Yanyun City and attack the strong Xia Guo in Yanyun City.

All of a sudden, the energy and spirit came up.

Fan Zhong looked at the city guards in front of him with satisfaction, his expression pale.

However, he will continue to emphasize and increase his authority.

"With me, Fan Zhong, what is Yanyun City? What is Xia Guoqiang?"

"With 30 yuan, I can break through Yanyun City, and with 60 yuan, I can kill Xia Guo's strong men crying for their fathers and mothers."

Speaking of this, Fan Zhong slowly swept towards the 60 troops in front of him, and greeted their attention.

In vain, a clear and cold female voice came from Yanyun City Wall: "Sikong Jing, I remember you."

"Ok?"

Fan Zhong, who was in full swing, changed his face in shock when he heard the words, and looked at the city wall in vain, only to see a beautiful woman in strong clothes standing on it at some time, and thousands of powerful men followed her, looking mighty and domineering.

At the same time, Sikong Jing, who had nothing to do with him, also looked at the city wall fiercely, his eyes flashed.

It was judged at this instant that this woman was Xia Guo's commander-in-chief in Yanyun City.

At this time, under the finger of the middle-aged man in golden armor, the woman in strong clothes found Sikong Jing, her eyes were cold.

"You are very good. With the power of the peak of the dark realm, you broke my arrangement in Yanyun City with [-] troops. It slowed down my steps and made me taste the taste of failure. Your success made me remember you .”

As soon as these words came out, the three new 10,000+ troops looked at each other blankly.

Then they looked at Fan Zhong one by one, didn't the Commander say that he was the one who broke through Yanyun City?

Who is this Sikong Jing?Why let the enemy remember?
But Fan Zhong stared wide-eyed, extremely angry and resentful.

Who the hell is this woman?Jump out now and say something, remember what Sikong Jing is doing?Isn't this slapping me in the face?

You bastard, I want to build up my prestige.

If I let the newcomers know that I was not the one who made the meritorious deeds, what face will I, Fan, have?

Thinking of this, Fan Zhong uttered loudly to Princess Die Lian: "Little girl, I am Fan Zhong, you..."

Before the words fell, Princess Die Lian interrupted: "You trash, you have no right to talk to me."

These words, Princess Die Lian blasted out with an extraordinary level of martial arts, with a strong tremor, the shock made Fan Chong's face pale, and he almost fell off his horse.

Then Princess Dielian looked at Sikong Jing again and said, "Stand up and lead 60 troops to attack me. I will defeat you with my own hands."

The corner of Sikong Jing's mouth twitched slightly, and he replied slowly: "I'm just a temporary commander, not as powerful as you think, you don't have to remember me, it's more important to remember Master Fan."

He really doesn't want to be famous, God knows why this woman from the Xia country has memorized her own name.

When he entered the city, he reported his name to several spies, but his voice was a little louder.

Hearing this, Fan Chong's face became a little better, and he felt that Sikong Jing was pretty good, and he raised his head and said, "Little slut of Xia Kingdom, don't point fingers at my people, I am the one who broke Yanyun City, It's all under my command."

However, how could Princess Die Lian believe that all of Si Kong Jing's previous actions were seen in the eyes of the two middle-aged men in golden armor.

And this Fan Zhong annoyed her, stretched out his hand on the city, and slapped it out out of thin air, as if a palm made of wind appeared in front of Fan Zhong, heavily... Slap!

With one slap, Fan Zhong was kicked off the horse and let out a miserable cry.

(End of this chapter)