The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

After returning to the military camp, Li Shimin was very excited. Thinking back to the scene on the battlefield when the Xuanjia Army was killing everyone, Li Shimin wished he could turn all the Tang troops into the appearance of the Xuanjia Army.

It's just a matter of thinking about it, Long Ao reminded himself.

Xuanjia is rare and rare.

Even these 50,000 Xuanjia troops cost him a lot of money and energy. If the entire Tang Dynasty had a Xuanjia army, the entire country would have to fight.

Looking at Li Shimin's face, Luo Xuan couldn't help but smile.

"How was this battle?"

Li Shimin's face was full of excitement, and then he said: "As strong as the Xuanjia Army, no one in the world dares to defeat it."

Luo Xuan naturally knew whose hands this Xuanjia Army came from. After hearing this, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"The Xuanjia Army practices dragon power and is naturally invincible in the world. With King Qin's help from Xuanjia, this land in Hebei will soon be included in the Tang Dynasty."

Speaking of this matter, Li Shimin frowned, and then said: "I'm afraid it's a little difficult."

Hearing this, Luo Xuan said with a smile: "Why?"

"Even at the last moment, Dou Jiande's Imperial Guards had no intention of surrendering. In this battle, I killed 100,000 of his Imperial Guards. I am afraid that no one in the city would be willing to surrender."

As he spoke, Li Shimin frowned slightly. It was obvious that this incident had some impact on him. After all, no one in the 100,000-strong army came forward to surrender until the last moment.

Seeing Li Shimin thinking this way, Luo Xuan smiled slightly, but shook his head.

"King Qin is wrong to think so."

Li Shimin was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you mean by Master Immortal's words?"

After many years of fighting, although today's battle is rare, it is not unheard of. Doing this will often make the people trapped in the city more resistant to themselves.

Li Shimin was even prepared to fight hard for a few days, but when he heard Luo Xuan say this, he was naturally a little confused.

Luo Xuan chuckled lightly and explained: "This battle seems to be the same as before, but there are some differences."

"In the past, we killed one thousand enemies and suffered nine hundred losses. Although the enemy suffered heavy casualties in the desperate battle, it did not cause enough shock to the enemy. They would feel that they still had the strength to fight."

Li Shimin was stunned when he heard this, and then heard Luo Xuan ask: "King Qin, do you remember how many losses the Xuanjia Army suffered today?"

"Only a few hundred people..."

As soon as he finished speaking, even Li Shimin himself was slightly startled and looked at Luo Xuan in surprise.

Fifty thousand versus one hundred thousand, they strangled every last one of the opponent, while his own fifty thousand Xuanjia army only lost a few hundred people.

With such a fighting situation, Dou Jiande's old troops in the city may have been frightened.

One has the value of resistance, but now it has no value of resistance anymore. They are probably already thinking about whether to surrender or fight.

…

In the Jincheng Palace, in the Qinzheng Hall

Dou Jiande's face was full of despair and his hair was a little messy, but he ignored it even so.

He just sat motionless on the throne, not knowing what he was thinking about.

In the main hall, many generals and civil servants also bowed their heads and remained silent, not knowing what they were thinking.

"My dear friends, do you have any countermeasures for today's battle?"

As if muttering to himself, after Dou Jiande asked, there was still silence in the hall, no one spoke.

Dou Jiande's eyes gradually focused, then he slowly glanced at the crowd and said, "Say it!"

One hundred thousand troops were lost in the first battle, and there was still a mountain of corpses piled up at the gate of the city. Even now that he was back in the city, Dou Jiande felt that the mountain of corpses was close in front of him, and the sounds of killing and massacre could be heard from time to time in his ears. scream.

It seems like that scene is still happening now.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Dou Jiande raised his hand to Pei Ju and said in a cold voice: "Pei Ju!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ju's body trembled suddenly, he sighed in his heart, and walked forward slowly.

"Your Majesty, sir, I have no good solution at the moment."

The Tang Army is really too strong. Anyone who has seen today's battle knows that those who died on the battlefield were all his people from Hebei, and there was no trace of the Tang Army.

At this time, everyone had no other ideas. Is there another army in the world that can do what the Xuanjia Army does?

I only heard a chuckle from the throne, and then I saw Dou Jiande say: "Is there any other way to go now?"

Looking at the generals in the hall, Dou Jiande sneered: "Do you still dare to fight to the death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the hall trembled all over as if they were struck by lightning, and looked at Dou Jiande in disbelief.

Who would have thought that these words could actually come out of Dou Jiande's mouth.

Pei Ju looked at Dou Jiande blankly, seeming to have thought of what Dou Jiande was going to say next.

Dou Jiande waved his hand and said: "The morale of the army is not usable. I have led the army for many years and I have seen it. The Tang army broke the morale of our army in one battle and has no strength to fight anymore. You should go out of the city and surrender. This time The war is over."

"Kings!"

After hearing this, all the ministers fell to their knees on the ground, sobbing and sobbing, but no one stepped forward to lead the troops into battle.

Seeing this scene, Dou Jiande was not surprised. He just chuckled and said, "It's all gone."

Hearing this, Pei Ju looked up at Dou Jiande and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you..."

"Let me be alone. You all can leave. I'll have someone prepare a copy of the book and send it to the Tang army. Tell the King of Qin that Hebei has surrendered. I hope that the Li family can treat the people of Hebei kindly."

Pei Ju was stunned for a moment, but he still handed over his hands and slowly exited. After a while, Dou Jiande was the only one left in the hall.

In the quiet hall, Dou Jiande was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his hand, and a flame suddenly lit up in his palm.

Looking at the flames dancing in his hand, the corners of Dou Jiande's mouth raised slightly.

Since practicing with the Half Tuojia practitioner, Dou Jiande has mastered many secret techniques of Western religions, and the fire in the palm is one of them.

Dou Jiande originally thought that he had become a cultivator, and with the fate of destiny, the world would inevitably belong to him.

But who would have thought that first the battle in Yangzhou would completely crush Long Ao's thoughts, and now he would meet the King of Qin.

The first battle made him even more afraid of fighting. This was something Dou Jiande never dared to think about in the past.

Only then did he know what destiny meant. The world would eventually belong to him, Li Tang, and it had nothing to do with people from all walks of life.

Thinking of this, the corners of Dou Jiande's mouth slightly raised, and with a wave of one hand, the flames in his hand instantly spread out, and in an instant the hall turned into a sea of ​​fire.

He was going to die eventually, but he couldn't die in the hands of Li Tang.

Sitting on the throne, Dou Jiande actually showed a trace of freedom and ease in the sea of ​​fire.

Outside the main hall, a dark golden light slowly emerged. After the light dissipated, a man wearing a dragon suit appeared in front of the main hall.

His face was filled with a stern look, his eyes were flashing with light, and his body exuded the power of Daluo Jinxian.

The person who came was none other than Zhang Tang, the emperor of Song Dynasty.

Dou Jiande was no better than others, he had a special status, and he was a disciple of the Western religion, so he naturally had to go there in person.

The moment the hall burned, many palace guards and servants rushed over to put out the fire, but found that they could not rush in.

The people around him could only watch helplessly, without any solution, but others could not see Zhang Tang beside him.

Feeling the anger dissipating in the flames, Zhang Tang waved one hand, and a golden light was swept into the fire. Then he twitched his arm and pulled Dou Jiande's essence out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

After confirming that it was correct, his body swayed and disappeared instantly.