Eternal Emperor

Under the gaze of Manchu Civil and Martial Arts, a guard with a knife quickly rushed to the Great Hall, knelt on the ground, and reverently said loudly: "Report, Dongji Sword City Express!"

"Show it to me." The Eleventh Prince Zhao Zhicheng said first: "Hey, it's not that the East Sword City has been breached. If this is the case, then the emperor sister, you, you are a serious sin!"

Facing Zhao Zhicheng's points, Zhao Lingxi still did not react at all.

With a grin, Zhao Zhicheng took the information handed up by the guard with a knife and opened it unhurriedly.

"Whhhhhhhhh"

The civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, including Zhao Lingxi, all looked over, with different expressions.

The survival of Dongji Sword City is related to the interests and safety of everyone, so they cannot be nervous.

With a smile on his face, Zhao Zhicheng spread out the paper, looking at the content on it, the smile on his face converged little by little, and it became even more solemn to the back.

This expression immediately made many people's hearts stunned. Some ministers cautiously asked, "Eleventh prince, is it because the front line has fallen?"

"Huh." Zhao Zhicheng did not answer the minister, but threw the paper in his hand at Zhao Zhidian in Leng Huo, and said: "Twelve brothers, you can see for yourself."

Zhao Zhidian, with a gentle smile on his face, calmly took it and opened it.

After just reading a few lines of words, his smile began to shrink, and finally his expression became a little hard to look at.

The expressions of the two princes fell into the eyes of Manchu Civil and Martial Arts, and each of them began to panic. It was clear that the front line was lost!

After reading the information in his hand, Zhao Zhidian remained silent for a long time.

"Brother Twelve, let the younger sister take a look after reading it." Zhao Lingxi finally spoke with a cold voice.

The twelve princes came back to their senses, put on a gentle appearance again, and handed the information to Zhao Lingxi.

Zhao Lingxi took a look, and after a cursory look, a touching smile appeared on her pretty face. She threw it to a guard behind her and said, "Read the contents of the letter."

"Yes!" The guard replied, and immediately read according to the content above: "The Spike Army commanded Qianye. At the beginning of his tenure, he led the Spike Army to kill more than 6,000 mad lion sword armies."

"Wow!"

The content of the first paragraph caused an uproar. A senior military attache eagerly asked, "But that elite force from Kuang Tide Sword Nation?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Lingxi answered him.

The military officer was completely shocked: "How much wasted on his side?"

"It is written by more than a hundred people."

At this moment, the whole house shook, and the mad lion sword armour was so famous that even if they had heard of it, they would not lose to the wolffang army too much, and the number was so large, how could it be such a miserable defeat?

Ignoring the shock of everyone, the guard behind Zhao Lingxi continued to read.

"The Spike Army commanded Qianye and threatened with more than 10,000 captives from the Martial Kingdom, forcing General Yang Di to replace 500,000 catties of grain to relieve the ration crisis in Jiancheng of the East."

"The Spike Army commanded Qianye and used a strategy to lure more than 200,000 troops from the Great Martial Kingdom into the city. In the end, fewer than 20,000 people fled. General Yang was not seriously injured, and the guard took a deep breath and pressed it down. After the shock of my heart, he continued: "To wipe out the Great Martial God Prison Army!"

"Boom!"

After he finished reading, the whole hall was boiling, and everyone was shocked by the news for a long while speechless.

Among them, the most ugly look is the twelve princes.

Dongji Sword City was originally to take refuge in him, but when he learned that Yang did not lead a 300,000 army to crush the border, he thought it was impossible to hold it and was unwilling to waste resources, so he refused Chen Fengxiao's letter of help.

What he never expected was that under this impossible situation, Dongji Sword City not only defended the city, but also almost wiped out the incoming enemy!

Qianye is from Zhao Lingxi, everyone knows, this is equivalent to pushing Chen Fengxiao in front of her.

After the Manchu civil and military shocks, it was overjoyed. After all, the Dongji Sword City was defended, and their interests would not suffer too much.

However, just when everyone was excited, there was another high-pitched voice outside.

"Report! Beiping City Emergency Report!"

"Report! Nanban City urgent report!"

"Report! Northwest City Emergency Report!"

The three urgent letters were sent to the central government almost at the same time. After the content of the letters was circulated, the joy just brought by the victory of Dongji Sword City was wiped out.

The three frontier fortresses, the most important city, were attacked violently at almost the same time, and they were in danger!

As soon as this news came out, the civil and military forces of the Manchu dynasty were cold from head to toe.

"It's over, it's over, I didn't expect that the Great Martial Nation not only instigated the Kuang Tide Sword Nation, but even the surrounding countries also turned towards each other."

"How is it going to be good now? Now that our troops are seriously insufficient, it is impossible to send three more cities at once."

"Dawu Nation is coming fiercely, otherwise, shall we make peace?"

In the Great Hall, there was a lot of noise and chaos.

"enough!"

A very majestic voice sounded, but it came from the eleventh prince Zhao Zhicheng. He only heard him say: "Since the young man named Qianye under the hands of the emperor is so powerful, then you might as well let him support it. , I think the crisis in the Northwest is the greatest, so I should send him there first."

"Brother Eleventh Emperor, you have a good calculation." Zhao Lingxi's mouth was drawn with a curve: "You are in the northwest, so you want me to save it?"

"Emperor sister, what you said is wrong." The twelfth prince also said: "Now who doesn't know that you have the most troops under your hand, and your eleventh brother and mine cannot be easily mobilized, and there are many ministers who need to guard the imperial city. And ordinary people, so this matter can only rely on you."

"Emperor sister, your troops are not in the imperial city. It would be better if you send troops to reinforce it. The country is in crisis, don't you want to take action?"

Not only the two princes, but even the civil and military forces of the Manchu dynasty began to ask Zhao Lingxi to send troops.

The twelve princes took a sip of the tea from the side, and looked at an official underneath faintly from the corner of his eye.

The official immediately understood, and suddenly stood up with a sad face, and knelt down suddenly: "The old minister asked the thirteen princesses to send troops and reinforcements. You can't watch the great rivers and mountains laid down by the first emperor be destroyed!

Zhao Lingxi's expression was solemn, and he sat up straight, with a trace of caution on his face.

As the official knelt, soon, the civil and military men of the Manchu dynasty knelt down and prayed for Zhao Lingxi to send troops.

This is a naked forced palace!

Zhao Lingxi's pretty face was covered with frost. She couldn't refuse. The two emperor brothers were determined not to send troops. She couldn't help watching the country fall.

After a long time, Zhao Lingxi uttered a few words with great difficulty.

"Okay, I'll send troops!"

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