After the first fool

Chapter 232 Surrender?Fight to the death?
In the deep mountains, the remaining army of more than [-] fell to the ground in embarrassment. The soldiers were panting like cows, and they were more or less injured. Some of them were seriously missing arms and legs. Xuanyuan Wushang wore a fiery red brocade robe , Standing on the top of the mountain, the clothes are flying in the wind, and there are fine cracks on the hem of the clothes, which are the marks left after being wiped by weapons.

The loose blue hair fluttered, and his dark eyes stared intently at the white yurts garrisoned outside the mountain road below. From the top to the bottom, they were densely packed.

He lost!
This knowledge made Xuanyuan Wushang extremely angry. He asked himself that he could understand astronomy at the top, and geography at the bottom. , and what about myself?He is just a prince of a country, but when he showed his sharp corners, the other party retreated bravely!

After all, they were able to fight, but he ended up like a trapped beast.

Bai Qingluo...

Mo Xiaoran...

Just thinking of the scene where the two of them, like a pair of porcupines on the battlefield, tacitly and bravely killed the enemy in the midst of thousands of troops, killing a bloody road all the way, Xuanyuan Wu couldn't help feeling a little sad!Why is there such a woman by his side?Why are fame, power, and women all in his palm?
The chaotic breath made the clothes flutter in the cold wind, his bewitching cheeks were already ferocious, and the anger was burning in his eyes, his five fingers tightened suddenly, and the phalanges clenched into fists cracked and shattered. Noisy, the veins on the back of the hand popped up!At this moment, he is like a wounded beast, wishing to tear the enemy's throat.

A general of the Lanyu Kingdom ran along the mountain road all the way to the top of the mountain, and when he saw the person standing alone between the sky and the earth, his eyes were dim.

"What's the matter?" Even if he didn't answer, he could still feel the presence of someone coming, his evil voice swayed with the wind, his cheeks were slightly tilted, and his delicate face looked like a ghost in the afterglow of the setting sun!It's too beautiful to be ashamed of.

The general's heart twitched, and under his cold gaze, his scalp felt numb.

Even though he lost the battle, he is still a well-known prince. He has always been moody, his body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly said: "My lord, Your Highness, please tell me something in the account!"

Xuanyuan Wushang raised his eyebrows slightly, lifted his feet around the general's side, and walked towards the military camp stationed in the open area on the mountainside, that posture, that appearance, fell in the general's eyes, clearly no one in his eyes!
He lowered his head, and he couldn't help but feel a cold snort in his heart. He was just a defeated emperor. I'm afraid the folk rumors were exaggerated. How could he be as famous as Dongyao's God of War?
Xuanyuan Wushang's footsteps paused slightly, half of his body turned sideways, his sharp eyes fell on the gloomy general, under the wide fiery red sleeves, with a slight movement of his fingers, a sharp internal force turned into a finger knife, piercing the air attack To the general's throat, before he even had time to react, the carotid artery was punctured. In an instant, a stream of blood sprayed out from the small laughing hole in the fingernail, and his pupils trembled a few times. The eyeballs seemed to fall out of the eyes, and the body staggered for a few seconds before falling to the ground with a bang.

Pools of blood spread under his body, Xuanyuan Wushang half-jawed his eyes, sniffed the bloody smell condensed in the air, a faint light flashed across his eyes, and the enchanting smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more evil stand up.

Turning around, walking down the mountain road, he casually took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped his fingers carefully, as if it was stained with something dirty, his five fingers loosened slowly, and the white handkerchief followed The wind falls, just like the life of that general, insignificant.

Arriving at the barracks, many soldiers were ashen-faced, squatting or sitting outside the fence, and inside the yurt, even the fluttering flags of the two countries seemed to have lost their vitality. Fighting for many days in a row, repeated battles and repeated defeats, the blow to morale is not insignificant!What's more, they are soldiers of two independent countries, and they are wary of each other. Now that they are defeated, it is natural that they will show each other embarrassment.

Xuanyuan Wushang woke up all the way, and naturally received many people's eyes, accusations, complaints, and worries.

He was still smiling brilliantly. The soldiers guarding the main tent opened the curtain, and Lan Tianci was sitting alone on a chair with a map in front of him. He had already taken off his armor and was only wearing a thin light yellow prince brocade The gown was embroidered with the pattern of an eight-clawed golden dragon, and a white sand belt was wrapped around his wrist. His complexion was pale, and he looked as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Mo Xiaoran used tricks last month to burn his back, and just after he got better, he was poisoned and attacked by Bai Qingluo again, killing him and retreating steadily!Lan Tianci was on fire in his heart, he didn't bother to say hello when he saw Xuanyuan Wushang came in, he just regarded him as transparent, and still seriously studied the terrain here.

Xuanyuan Wushang slightly raised his eyebrows, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, dragged his loose red brocade robe on his body, and sat softly and bonelessly on a flower pear chair at the bottom, his posture was extremely charming , leisurely, and there is no sign of decadence at all.

"Emperor Xuanyuan is really good at it. He can still keep the eight winds still." Lan Tianci said that he was a proud and arrogant person, and he was almost the same age as Xuanyuan Wushang. Usually, I don't think he is inferior to him, but unfortunately, one is the king of a country, and the other is just a prince. There is a huge difference in status, and his reputation is more than a little inferior to Xuanyuan Wushang!Now where is there any good face to show him?
"Then what should I do?" Xuanyuan Wushang asked back, with long and narrow eyes, the corners of which were slightly raised, with a little charming arc, "Could it be that you want to hug His Royal Highness alone and cry?"

Lan Tianci was slightly taken aback, and it took him a while to realize that he was teasing himself, and there was another burst of anger in his heart, and his face sank involuntarily, his sharp eyes fell on Xuanyuan Wushang, not letting go of his expression , "Emperor Xuanyuan, now we are trapped deep in the mountains, do you have a way to escape?"

"Does His Highness want to listen to the truth or lies?" Xuanyuan Wushang asked unhurriedly.

"Of course it's the truth, the crown prince doesn't have as much free time as Emperor Xuanyuan!" Lan Tianci roared angrily, he couldn't figure out why Xuanyuan Wushang could still laugh at this point?In this battle, the forces of the two countries were united, and Dongyao was able to force it into such a battle!What a shame!
However, this person didn't change his expression from the beginning to the end, except for that hateful smiling face, there was nothing else.

Xuanyuan Wushang raised his hand to wrap around his flying temple hair, a mocking look crossed his brows, "It's the truth."

"If Emperor Xuanyuan has a way, just say it!" Lan Tianci spoke urgently, not seeing his stammering appearance.

"There are only three ways."

"Say it!" Lan Tianci pressed on step by step.

Xuanyuan Wushang's eyes flickered slightly, "One, fight to the death."

"How to fight? We only have 20 soldiers, but they have nearly [-]! Look at this mountain, there is no food or drink, and the morale of the soldiers is not high. Can we fight?" Lan Tianci retorted Dao, it depends on the timing to fight to the death. If they choose to confront Dongyao head-on at this time, what is the difference from suicide?
Xuanyuan Wushang shrugged, "Second, we can surrender."

"Xuanyuan Wushang!" Hearing the words, Lan Tianci was so angry that he slapped his palm on the desk hard, the table thudded, Xuanyuan Wushang innocently blinked his eyes, picked out his numb ears, "Lonely, this is the worst policy, but also the best policy."

"This prince would rather die than surrender!" If he is a majestic prince of a country, if he surrenders, where will he put his face in the future?When he went out to fight that day, he asked to be ordered to lead the three armies. He originally planned to drive Dong Yao and the barbarians out of the country, but how could she have expected that Bai Qingluo's ability would be so strong!Not only that, but there are many capable people around him!Even if he teamed up with Xuanyuan, he was still defeated by them.

Among the Three Kingdoms, Dongyao was originally the weakest in strength, but now, if Xuanyuan and Lanyu surrendered, wouldn't Dongyao want to stand on top of the two countries and show off his power from now on?
How can Lan Tianci, who has always been proud and arrogant, bear this?
Xuanyuan Wushang turned a deaf ear to his anger, gently twirled his hair around his ear with his index finger, and the gleam in his eyes quickly disappeared.

Lan Tianci took a deep breath, and managed to suppress the anger in his heart, and fixed his eyes on Xuanyuan Wushang: "You just said that there are three ways, what is the other one?"

"Assassination!" Xuanyuan Wushang let go of his blue hair, and stood up with the armrests of the chair. He was dressed in a loose red dress, wrapping around his seemingly weak but terrifying body, with winking eyes like silk. The thieves should capture the king first, and if they want to survive, Dongyao must be the first to make chaos! Once they are in chaos, the morale of the army will be unstable, so it is naturally an excellent opportunity for us to fight back."

"Assassinate who?" Lan Tianci's eyes lit up and asked aloud.

"Who else do you think can cause those 20 troops to riot?" Xuanyuan Wushang asked with a half-smile, his long and narrow eyes were full of light!

Lan Tianci immediately understood, "You mean Bai Qingluo?"

"That's right." Xuanyuan Wushang nodded in agreement, as long as Bai Qingluo died, not only would the soldiers be in chaos, but even Dongyao Kingdom would be in chaos!
The light in Lan Tianci's eyes didn't know what to think of, and then quickly dimmed: "His martial arts are so high, and he is surrounded by soldiers and hidden guards to protect him. It's not easy to kill him?"

Xuanyuan Wushang's thin lips parted slightly, like an old fox who was plotting against people, "Perhaps he was the omnipotent god of war before, but now, he is just an ordinary man."

"What do you mean?" Lan Tianci asked in puzzlement, how could a person who could make them retreat steadily, be ordinary?
Besides, he didn't understand where the almost terrifying confidence and certainty in Xuanyuan Wushang's words came from.

Xuanyuan Wushang didn't explain, raised his eyebrows lightly, and walked out of the main tent, leaving only a wicked word, which slowly drifted into Lan Tianci's ears.

"Your Highness, just look forward to it, and you will never fail." He will never allow himself to fail again!Losing to the same person many times in a row, Xuanyuan Wushang would never allow himself to make such a mistake!
Lan Tianci stared dumbfounded at the man who left on his own, with a vicious gleam in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Wushang, you'd better kill Bai Qingluo, if not, the crown prince will make you go away without food!
The night is as thick as splashing ink, dotted with stars. In the two deep mountains, frogs and birds are singing in the bushes. In the forest, crows are weeping and mourning. The whole deep mountain has a strange atmosphere, which makes people feel shudder.

Mo Xiaoran returned to her single tent, took off her brocade robe, put on only a white obscene garment, blew out the oil lamp, turned on the bed with her clothes on, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

In the pitch-black tent, the sound of breathing gradually became calmer, and outside the house, a black afterimage quickly drifted past like a ghost.

(End of this chapter)