The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

This scene was unexpected to Xuanyuan Luo. One hundred thousand elite soldiers were scattered like mud overnight. The myth he had planned to create was defeated like this?

"I would like to surrender to the king of Jiangxia."

"I will surrender!"

"I will, too!"

……

The deafening voice of surrender resounded through the sky. Xuanyuan Luo's teeth were biting heavily. It was hard to stop the overwhelming voice. I've never seen such a magnificent surrender before?

Xuanyuanluo couldn't figure out when the king of Jiangxia came to Beijing? How many people did he take with him?

Perhaps God heard the call from the bottom of his heart, and the exhausted soldiers automatically gave way. Someone suddenly cheered, "that's the king of Jiangxia!"

The king of Jiangxia was dressed in gold armour, holding a long sword. His momentum was like a rainbow, and his face was as cold as a carving. He gathered the heroic and cold between heaven and earth. His hard boots stepped on the cold floor tiles dyed red with blood, making a heartwarming sound, and came step by step towards xuanyuanluo.

Xuanyuanluo squints his eyes, looks at the king of Jiangxia, and holds his sword tightly. As the son of the heavenly family, even if he loses, he must not lose to Baili Changqing in bearing. Otherwise, he will lose to the ground.

He is a dignified man, the son of heaven, the Royal orthodoxy, and can never be as pitiable as a bereaved dog.

There was a sudden silence all around, and all the shouts stopped at this moment. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the unbeaten God of war and the rebellious prince who came out of the blood.

Baili Changqing stops in front of xuanyuanluo. Her upright posture is as firm as pine. Behind her seemingly calm eyes, there is a fierce murderous spirit.

Xuanyuanluo looks at this young man who has made countless legends. His years are not much bigger than his own. He is the pillar of the imperial court, and also a great trouble that even his father and emperor can't control. "King of Jiangxia?"

His voice is very hoarse. The fighting one day and one night has exhausted most of his body energy, but the prince's dignity firmly supports him. He will not fall down. He gritted his teeth and said, "how many people have you brought to Beijing?"

Chu Yao didn't know when he appeared behind the king. Although he fought all night, he was still energetic and energetic.

The training of Jiangxia army not only focused on the improvement of soldiers' force, but also on the training of endurance. Chu Yao remembered the longest time that they fought for three days and three nights without sleep, and finally succeeded in cutting the fierce enemy under the horse.

"Let me answer this question. The LORD brought 20000 people to Beijing."

"No way!" Xuanyuan Luo eyes canthus want to crack, roar a, "this king has 100000 elite soldiers in hand, only 20000, used to give this king plug teeth are not enough, how possible?"

How could it collapse so quickly?

This time it was Baili Changqing who spoke in a strong and awe inspiring voice. "Many people have asked the same question to me, but I don't mind answering it for you again."

At this time, Xuanyuan Luo laughed instead, "OK, I'm all ears."

"Chu Yao!" Bai Li Chang Qing was not a talkative person and didn't bother to explain, so he left the problem to Chu Yao.

Chu Yao immediately said: "Your Highness doesn't know. The so-called elite troops don't lie in the number of people, but in the unity of the upper and lower levels. 100000 elite troops, 50000 from Anbang Marquis's house, 30000 from the imperial guards, 20000 from the defense forces in the suburbs of Beijing. These three groups of people, gathered in a hurry in a short period of time, are bound to be difficult to work together, act on their own, and consume each other."