The Strongest Emperor of the Three Kingdoms

"Remember, the general who defended the city this time, the princess said, he wants to live."

Before leaving, Wang Xiao patted Du Yu on the shoulder. Du Yu rolled his eyes. Wang Xiao is a native of Zhuzhu country. It is hard to imagine that since he went to the north to cast Que Ling, he has never shown any mercy to his home country. heart of.

Perhaps this is also the case. Now the entire Que Ling is 80% of the soldiers and millions of people obey his orders. Although it is not based on his personality charm, it is precisely because of this that it is more and more sufficient to prove his ability and means. The entire Que Ling But no one is not afraid of this murderous general, and no one dares to take him lightly because he is a native of Zhuling Country.

As Du Yu’s top boss this time, Du Yu rolled his eyes and had no intention of interacting with the guy who only knew the leader of the battle. As for how to save the man’s life, Du Yu thought about it for a moment, and finally decided to leave it to his fate. .

"General, there will be General Lao when the city is broken."

A noble man came over and smiled at Du Yu. Du Yu nodded his head in a noncommittal posture.

The man seemed to know something, and quickly took out a gold ticket from his arms. The gold ticket was no less than one hundred thousand taels. Du Yu frowned, but seemed to think of something, and nodded and took the gold ticket away.

This person is the second prince of Que Ling. He came to this small country battle naturally to gild himself, and at the same time, he also made friends with Du Yu, a general who was promoted from a soldier to a vanguard general in just one month.

To lay a good foundation for his future, Du Yu accepted it only to leave some coins enough for the people to survive after he left. The second prince’s wish was unsuccessful. Although Du Yu was taken because of the pages of the book. I'm here, but I won't live here long after all.

"General, the siege giant wood is ready."

Du Yu rolled his eyelids. Although this behavior was a bit outdated in his eyes, the people here seemed to be particularly happy. Only then did Du Yu notice that the general in the city was lame in terms of warfare and martial arts.

"Keep it alive?"

Du Yu touched his chin. He saw clearly the unyielding, fearlessness and despair in the man’s eyes, but this was a battle after all, not a trivial matter. As for how to save his life, Du Yu, who was originally indifferent, felt it for the first time. With a three-point interest, if such a person, he would have some interest in saving her.

When the city gate broke, Du Yu flew up. The people in the city were stunned, but the people under the city were accustomed to it. Du Yu's martial arts is a legend of soldiers and deaths. There are many speculations about the origin of his martial arts, the most reliable. It's been years of hard practice or something, but what no one knows is that Du Yu has never belonged here.

"Kill."

In an instant, the morale of the city was soaring, Du Yu easily caught the general defending the city, and then gave up his military merits.

Next to the city of King Que, this is at the feet of the emperor, but thinking of this, Du Yu felt a bit of inexplicable contempt in his heart. As a cultivator, he would naturally not value a mortal king in his heart.

Back to his house, although Du Yu didn’t abide by the rules here, no one had any objections. Although he didn’t abide by the cumbersome rules in the palace, he understood the default rules under everyone’s eyes. So, here The talent can tolerate his nondescript existence.

Even the prisoners of war he caught, no one dared to ask more questions.

Du Yu was sitting on the grandmaster's chair in his house. Before him was the prisoner of war **** into rice dumplings. Behind him, the dancer who had been bought before was pinching his shoulders for him. It was a very pleasant little life.

"What's your name."

Du Yu loosened the tie for this man, and was not afraid of him escaping. Under the guard of layers of guards, except for his small mansion, no one was safe outside.

"Chen Ziyang."

This person replied neither humble nor overbearing in his eyes, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and he clearly knew his end.

Indeed, if Du Yu hadn't come here, someone like Chen Ziyang who didn't know how to follow the flames and was extremely clumsy in learning martial arts and warfare, no one would pay much attention to them.

The soldiers who surrendered along the way introduced the life of Chen Ziyang. Such a general who is soaked in the art of war and strategy, even civil and military, is a far cry from the same Zhuzhu background.

Du Yu dropped the bamboo roll that introduced the person in front of him, and sighed. Although this person is clumsy, he is a good embryo for martial arts. In other words, this is a good embryo for swordsmanship. Du Yu can tell at a glance. , The sharpness in Chen Ziyang's eyes is almost the same as that on his broken sword.

It's a pity that such a jasper was finally in the dust. He learned the marksmanship, but he couldn't get in at the beginning. But he learned the art of war, but he couldn't lead a hundred soldiers.

"You, would you like to follow me, leave here, walk a long way, and see the big world outside."

Du Yu presented a cup of tea with both hands, and said with a bewildered smile in his eyes.

Chen Ziyang shook his head. Du Yu naturally knew that this was the result. He didn't face it, and took a cup of tea from the singer who bought the brothel, and shook his head:

"I can help you fulfill a wish in your mind, as long as it is the wish you want to fulfill."

There was a fire in the eyes of the people in front of him. Du Yu smiled and offered the tea on the table again. His eyes were openly appreciating. He now has a sword. There are some people, but there is no one who really understands the sword. There is no good book. There are no good tutorials on the sword spectrum.

But if such a good crude embryo can be formed in your own hands, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of peerless edge you will see in the future.

"If you can help me save the life of Zhu Ling, I will sell my life for you."

Simply, neat, and as always will not be flexible, this may be the heart of the innocent child that the world will no longer see now.

Du Yu smiled and nodded, this trip to the ancient country, as long as he is taken out, even if it is worthwhile, as for how to achieve his wish, it is not too difficult.

From Chenzi Yang's mouth, Du Yu knew the past between the three of them, a magical person, Chenzi Yang had saved the life of the princess of Que Lingguo, and Wang Xiao admired the princess of Que Lingguo, and Zhu Ling liked Wang Xiao, and Chenzi Yang himself, but only wanted to defend that small country, as for his admiration for Zhu Ling, he might not have discovered it.

After all, in his eyes such behavior is just to preserve the last blood of the royal family.

Du Yu smiled, then took him away and walked towards the city that was breached. Du Yu took out his silver tandem and rewarded the soldiers under his command, and then strictly ordered them not to rob the people in the city.

The arrangement between the reward and the punishment is particularly clear. Although Chen Ziyang doesn't understand these things, he still nods blankly. He is not pure, at least looking at Du Yu's eyes a little more grateful.