Sky Prison: Sign To The Prison Suppression Demons At The Beginning Of The Game

Li Xinglan's words shocked everyone's hearts.

"Well, it's not our time for mother-in-law. Those who are present are all important figures in this imperial city hunt. Next, let's talk about the current situation and comprehensively consider everyone's suggestions."

As soon as Li Xinglan's voice fell, the clan elder of the Death Wind clan immediately said in a deep voice.

"Since it is such an important matter, everyone from the Deadwind clan should not be here. Goodbye, everyone!"

Li Xinglan's body suddenly filled with black air, and the Prison Suppressing Demon's magic pattern appeared without warning. A golden halberd in his right hand was involuntarily held above the head of the dead wind clan elder, his voice was cold and cold.

"You dare to move a step, I, Li Xinglan, will pick you now, believe it or not?"

Everyone was shocked, and Zhongyi Hou Gang wanted to speak, Li Xinglan said with a sonorous tone, no doubt.

"My Li family’s ancestors are half of the Feng Clan. Now that you want to stay out of the situation, do you forget the years when your ancestors lived and died together with my Li family ancestor Martial God?"

Today's Dali Dynasty, that is a swamp, whoever wants to help, is likely to fall into this unforgettable mud pit.

The actions of the veteran veteran of the Death Wind clan are actually human nature, so Zhongyi Hou and others also felt that Li Xinglan's words and deeds were a bit too aggressive.

"His Royal Highness, the old man is about to die, what's the fear of death?"

"My descendants of the Fengfeng clan will never forget what Martial God did for my clan."

"However, the young patriarch can't have an accident, he is the hope of our next generation!"

"The Northwest Polar Ice Caves have become more and more restless over the years. Perhaps in the near future, the Northwest Polar Ice Caves will flow into rivers of blood."

"If the young patriarch can't grow up smoothly, we will face the situation of the death of the clan and extinction."

"Although the old man's approach is a bit selfish, he still has to consider it for hundreds of thousands of people."

"Besides, is there really a need to stick to the current situation in the Imperial City of Kyoto?"

The last words of the old dead wind clan silenced everyone.

Yes, does the imperial city really need to stick to it?

When everyone looked at a loss, Li Xinglan said with a firm tone.

"An ancient capital for thousands of years, how can people cupped hands!"

"Break without a fight and defeat in the imperial city have two completely different effects on this safe city."

"An ancient capital for thousands of years, is it not worthy of my future generations to throw their heads and blood for them?"

"Also, who told you that Dali will definitely lose in this battle?"

"Even if it is defeated, I, Li Xinglan, will let all the people in Tianbei, thousands of years, forever after generations, talk about the safety of the imperial city, and they will all stand in awe!"

"This, shouldn't it be our descendants' most basic respect for this ancient capital?"

Prince Li Chun's eyes were burning, and he spoke first and said loudly.

"The battle of the imperial city, count me Li Chun!"

King Huai Li An had scarlet eyes, staring at the Dali flag at the top of the Temple of Heaven, said.

"I, Li Ang, have been away from home for more than ten years. At this moment, I am willing to coexist and die with the imperial city!"

Zhongyihou was also emotional, and his tone was decisive.

"The old minister will keep the door for generations, and I am willing to shed the last drop of blood for me!"

Li Xinglan's gaze suddenly looked at the clan elder of the Dead Wind Clan. The old man was silent for a moment, and then cupped fist said.

"The old man and the rest can stay, but the young patriarch must send someone to send him back to the clan safely."

When Jing Ze heard this, he immediately stopped doing it, yelling.

"No, I am the young patriarch. I have the final say on my own affairs. I want to stay and fight with you Dage!"

Without waiting for the old clan of Death Wind to speak, Li Xinglan took a step forward with a cold face, lowered his head and looked down at Jing Ze, who was half his head short.

"At this moment, Li Xinglan has the biggest fist, so I have the final say."

"As for the prince, the Huai, and the old man, they are all shit in my eyes."

"As for you, the so-called Young Master of Death Wind, you are not a bullshit, understand?"

When everyone faced Li Xinglan today, they could only say a thousand words in their hearts.

So arrogant!

"Okay, don't waste time here. After the old demon is defeated, I think I will not be far from the day when the Six Nation Army will be killed."

"Everyone talk about own views."

Everyone looked at him. Under Li Xinglan's toughness, they unknowingly felt the same hatred of the enemy, and naturally substituted themselves into the danger of today's imperial city.

Prince Li Chun is worthy of being Li Xinglan's scheming brother. At this moment, his small eyes narrowed, and he spoke first with a solemn expression.

"Actually, in theory, we have the strength to compete with the six national iron cavalry. However, the people of Wuhou in the north have been guarding the surroundings of the 100,000 Dashan Mountains, so I really don't understand what my father is worried about."

King Huai Li An nodded in sympathy, watching the crowd analyze.

"Yes, in the Battle of Xiegu last night, we defeated more than 100,000 horses from King Pu's headquarters and nearly 200,000 clan allies in the northwest. There were more than 100,000 prisoners of war alone.

In addition to my Nanhuai army, the prince’s Feng Shenwei, and the remaining Imperial Forest Army of the Old Houye, and the more than ten thousand permanent guards of the imperial city, we still have thirty The combat power of more than ten thousand horses. "

"The six eastern countries are known as 800,000 cavalry, but in fact the entire six-nation allied cavalry limit is only about 500,000. We fight 300,000 against 500,000 enemy troops, and with a little thought, we can actually defeat it. The Six Nations Iron Horse."

Li Xinglan's face was sullen, and Li An's voice stopped abruptly, with a solemn expression like Li Chun, and said.

"Go on, don't just say yes, talk out all your concerns."

Li Ang looked at the prince Li Chun, who understood, and then continued Li Ang's words.

"There is one thing that is very serious for us, and that is the battlefield."

"Ping'an City is the imperial city of Dali, the hinterland of the world. There are almost two million civilians in the city today. This is the result of the fact that many people have left in six years after the King Pu's War Letter was written down."

"It is precisely because of this that the people who are staying in the city today are dedicated to supporting my Dali Li family, so we must not let them live or die."

"However, once a large-scale battle involving hundreds of thousands of people breaks out, we are totally powerless. This safe city is okay if we can't keep it. Then the two million civilians will be in danger."

"War, I can afford to lose in Dali, but we can't afford to bet on human lives!"

"The battlefield situation changes rapidly. No one dares to say that he is invincible. Therefore, we must plan for the worst."

Zhongyi Hou nodded heavily, cupped fist said.

"If that's not the case, the three highnesses and the people of the city retreated to the northwestern polar region, and the old officials stayed and defended the imperial city to buy time for everyone?"

Everyone suddenly became silent, but Li Xinglan broke the silence first, shook his head in denial.

"Lao Hou's proposal is not bad."

"However, you should be the one who led the people to retreat, not me, Li Chun, and Li An."

"No matter where the three of us flee, the enemy forces of the Six Nations will not let us go."

"Lord Hou, you are what my Da Li army wants. If you don't have an accident, as long as you can alleviate the catastrophe of the imperial city, sooner or later, you can summon the soldiers from all directions to repel the Six Nations Iron Cavalry."

"As for the three of us, even if we all die, it doesn't matter. You know, the father has eight sons. Even though these emperor brothers are all pussies, their surnames are Li, aren't they?"

"Besides, how could I, Li Xinglan, stay and die."

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