Urban: Town Country War God

Time came to the next morning.

Lin Xiao, who had rested all night, was still the same as last night, silent and gloomy.

Xu Hao and Yurou also got up early to accompany Lin Xiao to exercise in the morning as usual.

It's just that the two of them didn't have the laughter of the past.

They knew better than anyone that the anger in their Lin Shuai's heart had been suppressed quite severely.

My mother is in jail. As a son, she should have rushed to Xianyang to save her.

But Lin Xiao did not leave immediately.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to achieve. Once Lin Xiao leaves Jinling for Xianyang, the battle with Yu's palace may have to be postponed.

The ambitions of the Yu's royal mansion were swelled and the sword pointed to the Yanhuang Kingdom. If this serious problem is not eliminated in one day, it is a huge threat to Yanhuang Kingdom.

Therefore, in any case, we can only leave until the end of the war tomorrow.

After the morning exercise, after a simple breakfast, Lin Xiao and Xu Hao were ready to go to the barracks across the river to prepare for battle.

"Lin Shuai, our army of millions has been assembled."

"According to the report from the spies, the Yu Palace has also been mobilizing before the war."

"Guo Tu made his two sons, each with 200,000 troops stationed on the two wings of the river bank, which is a division of forces."

"And Yu Yiran promised that after this victory, she will immediately marry Miss Yu to both of them."

In the commercial vehicle, Xu Hao only reported to Lin Xiao 1510.

"Hehe, Yu Yiran, this old thing is really cheating. In ancient times, Wang Situ countered Lu Bu and killed Dong Zhuo."

"Today, Prince Yu is instigating Guo Tu to kill someone Lin, does this old thing treat me as Dong Zhuo?".

Lin Xiao suddenly laughed.

Hearing that Xu Hao and Yurou also grinned.

Xiaoyu's palace, ridiculous...

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With a long river of history, the city of Jinling has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. I don’t know how many tragic battles have taken place.

Since last night, the atmosphere in Jinling City has become different.

The black clouds that permeated the entire Jinling city gathered but did not disperse, billowing thunderously, rushing endlessly, drawing a magnificent black picture scroll across the sky.

The pouring rain continued all night, washing away the dust in the air.

The original spring season, but it was an unprecedented attack by strong cold air.

Even, it was accompanied by a night of hail falling.

At this moment, everyone in the entire Jinling City seemed to feel that what was falling was not hail, but a sharp dagger, which would claim life at any time.

At this time, the Yu Family Mansion was still as quiet as usual.

As if nothing happened.

The army camp at the rear of the Yu's Royal Mansion had long gathered no less than the officers from the Yu's Royal Mansion and Jingzhou.

Yu Yiran, who was standing on the high platform, held the dragon head crutches with both hands and looked at the hundreds of officers below.

And beside Yu Yiran, at this moment, there is also a middle-aged man wearing a python robe, four-clawed golden dragon flaring his teeth and dancing.

The man is probably in his fifties. Although he looks majestic, his face is slightly pale, and he looks like he is sick with old things, and there is not much time.

This man is not someone else, but the Lord of Jingzhou, Guo Tu.

Fighting for a lifetime, let this great hero of Yanhuang Kingdom, one of the best, tasted the suffering of war damage.

"Nephew Guo Tuxian, tomorrow is my birthday, and it's also time for the queen to marry your Guo family."

"That day, Jinling dignitaries and even northern Xinjiang will come to celebrate."

"Although it is a happy event, the millions of troops gathered across the river will also come together."

"How do you think this battle with Lin Xiao will end?"

Yu Yiran looked at the man beside him and asked.

Guo Tu stood on the high platform and shook his head: "I don't know, tomorrow's battle will be won or won. It's your own decision."

"Hehe, my nephew can't guess, in fact I can't guess either."

"The Million Death God Army is assembled, and the northern frontier is not even letting a fart. It seems that the current sage is planning to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and has no intention of mixing this matter."

"This also shows in a disguised form that Northern Xinjiang has gradually lost control of the princes under the princes. This is an opportunity."

Yu Yiran stood on the high platform and laughed. The Tang suit was hunting under the strong wind.

Even if he has lived for more than a hundred years, the majesty of that body is undiminished, like a hero who controls the world.

"It's better for Beijiang not to intervene. Which saint now is a puppet that has been emptied and can't take care of himself."

"Don't forget, this Emperor Yangyangyan, not only us, but also the eight kings and one emperor of Xianyang."

"Now is the right time for the heroes to come together to compete in the Central Plains. Even if Lin Xiao is the **** of war, can he win the great princes and royal clans that rise together with the heroes?"

Guo Tu smiled and said.

"Haha, the nephew said in a word, the idea came up."

"As the saying goes, heroes come out of troubled times. This peaceful and heyday has passed for too long, so let the old man take the lead to stir up this peaceful and heyday."

"Even if the old man dies in battle tomorrow, tomorrow's deeds will inevitably be recorded in the annals of history.

A smile hung over Yu Yiran's old face.

"The prince doesn't have to worry too much, I won't fight with the death sickle once or twice."

"The reason why the death sickle is so powerful is that the ten hunters under his command are all masters of the army."

"But this time, I've made inquiries about it. Of the ten generals under Lin Xiao's hand, ten of them are not even three of them."

"No need to worry, we will win this battle."

Guo Tu is full of confidence. He knows that he is running out of time. If he doesn't take this opportunity to do something big, he might never have another chance.

This decisive battle with the death sickle, he waited for several years.

At the beginning, I was played with the death sickle several times, and the humiliation was like a poisonous thorn, pierced in the heart, if I did not pull it out, I was afraid that I would die.

"Haha, I'm relieved with the words of a nephew."

"Commander Wan".

Yu Yiran suddenly shouted.

At this time, Wan Gu Sorrow had already put on a suit of armor, holding a long knife, appearing majesticly under the stage, kneeling on one knee, and shouting: "Subordinates are here."

"You don't need to worry about Yu Siman, immediately set off to the Jinling River bank to prepare for the battle. I have a hunch that Lin Xiao will definitely cross the river tomorrow morning."

"The first battle is a decisive battle, and the first battle is determined to win or lose!"

Yu Yiran immediately shouted.

After receiving the order, Wan Gushou nodded: "Yes."

A decisive battle is inevitable.

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