I, the ninth grade county magistrate, scare the empress to tears at the beginning!

"You are wrong." Commander Zhao, who had been joking just now, corrected him with a serious face: "The Black Tiger Army is only the most insignificant tenth of the million-strong army under the Young Master's command."

"One million troops?" Upon hearing this huge number, Wei Ming could no longer calm down.

With a brave army like the Black Tiger Army numbering in the millions, it is possible to annex other countries, not to mention regaining the Great Zhou Dynasty. Finally, he asked with great admiration: "Commander Zhao, when can we see Mr. Lu? It is unimaginable for a land god who is only forty years old."

Commander Zhao replied: "As long as you behave well, you will meet the young master one day."

"We, the Snow Dragon Riders, will work hard to learn from your Black Tiger Army and strive to catch up with you one day. Commander Zhao, you have taught us a lesson this time, and I will buy you a drink!"

In the military tent not far away, Jiang Linglong heard the conversation between the two through the window, and a smile appeared on her lips. The relationship between the two generals under her command has been eased, and she is happier than anyone else. But the smile was fleeting, because she had been worrying about Tianjian Shen Wuya's safety these days.

That day in front of the Shura Hall, Shen Wuya stayed alone to fight against the Tenth Hall King of Hell and the Shura Scholar in order to cover the retreat of Langya Hou and Gu Changfeng. The latest information says that Shen Wuya has been detained again, and his life and death are unknown.

"I hope Senior Shen can hold on." Jiang Linglong estimated that based on the current advancement speed, it would take another half a month to advance to the core area of ​​the Shura Palace, thereby completing the encirclement of the Shura Palace. At the same time, she thought of Lu Yuan again, with strong longing in her heart, and murmured: "Brother-in-law, where have you been? Gu Changfeng doesn't even know your whereabouts..."

In the dozens of days that followed, the war situation gradually moved from a stalemate to victory. The Black Tiger Army and the Youzhou City Army began to dominate the battlefield. At the beginning, with the help of the little priests of the Nether Sect, the arrogant and domineering Jinling Guards were forced to shrink their defense lines and enter the strategic defense stage.

What caused the change in the battle situation was the high ground captured by the Black Tiger Army.

Jiuyou relied on that mountain and kept taking off and landing, carrying several great masters such as Langya Hou and Gu Changfeng, and cooperating with the Black Tiger Army and the Snow Dragon Rider on the ground to hunt and kill the Nether Sect's little priests, thus speeding up the process. A change in the situation of the war.

But the battle situation after that became increasingly difficult. Since thousands of masters from the Shura Palace and the Tenth Palace of Hell have all joined the front-line battle, the war between the two sides has once again entered a fever pitch.

"What kind of sorcery did those Ten Palaces of Hell use? The Judge's Pen they condensed swallowed up the lives and true energy of a large number of our soldiers." Looking at the shriveled corpses on the ground, the general of the Snow Dragon Cavalry Wei Ming said sadly: "The Shura Palace and the Netherworld Sect are definitely not good things. Fortunately, we surrendered to His Majesty, otherwise we would have colluded with these people."

The methods of the Tenth Palace King of Hell were both weird and cruel, which made the majority of the Snow Dragon Cavalry soldiers more aware of their ugly face, thus strengthening their determination to be loyal to Jiang Linglong.

A few more days passed.

After a fierce battle during the day, the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

At dusk that day, the setting sun on the horizon was like blood, and dark crows were hovering in the sky. They were attracted by the bloody smell of war.

"Your Majesty, the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces has been annihilated, and the time for the final counterattack has arrived. General Langyahou has led the Black Tiger Army into the Shura Palace!"

"Your Majesty, all the minor priests of the Netherworld Sect have been eradicated. Victory is close at hand!"

"Your Majesty, we have captured Shura Scholar, the master of Shura Hall alive! The Battle of Youzhou is officially over!"

That night, Jiang Linglong in the military tent received three good news from his subordinates, indicating that the war to encircle and suppress Shura Palace was finally over. The 60,000 Jinling Guards sent by Su Quan were all annihilated, all the minor priests of the Nether Sect were annihilated, and the Shura scholar was defeated and captured. Su Quan's vitality was severely damaged in this battle, and he would no longer be able to compete with him for the imperial power of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Hehe, I actually won this war without my brother-in-law here this time." Jiang Linglong was ecstatic in her heart and announced loudly: "To pass on my will, in order to celebrate the victory, I will hold a big banquet tonight, and I will reward the soldiers of the three armies. !”

"Your Majesty, do you allow the soldiers to drink? Commander Zhao, Marquis Langya, and General Wei Ming all want to drink wine to celebrate the hard-won victory."

"Yes." Jiang Linglong agreed immediately. In order to ensure victory, she had previously implemented an extremely strict prohibition on alcohol. Now that she has won the victory, the prohibition on alcohol can and should be lifted, allowing the soldiers to celebrate.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The person who asked for instructions finally slowly raised his head at this moment, but Jiang Linglong found that she did not recognize that person, "Are you...new here?"

As a result, the man didn't answer her, turned around and walked out faster and faster. No matter how Jiang Linglong called, the man didn't seem to hear him and strode out of the military tent.

"General Langyahou, catch him!" Jiang Linglong shouted, filled with doubts in her heart, suspecting that the man was a spy. She knew every general, but the man just now seemed strange to her from his appearance and the way he walked. It was the first time she had met him.

"Your Majesty, General Langyahou is dead." At this time, a guard in the military tent raised his head and said to her. At the same time, two tears of blood shed from the guard's eyes.

Jiang Linglong asked anxiously: "Who are you? When did General Langyahou die?"

"Your Majesty, it was Marquis Langya that you killed with your own hands. Look at the blood in your hands, it belongs to Marquis Langya."

Jiang Linglong looked down and saw that her hands were covered in blood, and she exclaimed: "No! Impossible!"

"Your Majesty, are you in pain? Let me relieve you." The guard pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed at Jiang Linglong.

At this moment, Jiang Linglong was attracted by the flickering bright light outside the window.

She looked out the window and saw a blue mysterious lotus appearing in the sky, blooming like a firework.

The guard who rushed towards her with a knife disappeared, and the blood on his hands disappeared.

"What's wrong with me... Could the scene that just happened be an illusion?" Jiang Linglong held her head and pondered, trying to understand what was happening in front of her. It was as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"You were deprived of your normal mind and consciousness by the Nether Cult's mind control method." Suddenly, a handsome and handsome man walked in from outside the tent and explained everything.

When Jiang Linglong saw him, she was immediately excited and rubbed her eyes vigorously: "Brother-in-law, is it you? It's an illusion, it must be an illusion..."

But even if it was a hallucination, she couldn't care so much. She rushed up and hugged her, and then said ecstatically: "Brother-in-law, it's really you..." (End of Chapter)