Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

Yan Qing's eyes stood indifferently, and his heart was indifferent: "Have you ever been wrong?"

In her impression, although the former Cool King was not wise, she was not infamous.

But since the series of incidents against Xia Qingchen, everything has gone wrong, wrong again and again, so that today there is a crisis of national annihilation!

"You Aiqing, what is your opinion?" After a long absence, Liang Wang was finally willing to give up his arbitrariness and ask the "loyal ministers" beside him humbly.

However, the presence of the Master of the Royal Palace, the Master of the Palace of Literature, and the newly recruited are the strong ones. All of you look at me, I look at you, and no one dares to speak.

Things have reached this point, who can turn the tide?

There was a silence in front of the hall, which kept Liang Wang's heart sinking.

He remembered the scene of the main palace of the military palace, any major military aircraft, but whenever he was there, he would give the most experienced solution at the first time.

He remembered the nine Yazun again. When they were discussing with each other at the same time, only they dared to speak, not afraid of his cool king's face.

Once, in his mind, these people were either strictly guarded against potential threats, or against themselves and the old generation.

Now they are all away from their side with all their heart and soul, and the rest are all capable officials who are very good-looking.

But the result?

Let them come up with an idea, nobody dare to speak out, lest they take responsibility!

"Say!" Liang Wang was upset, unable to express his disappointment and regret.

In this way, the master of the Feng Palace was stubborn: "Returning to King Liang, the top priority is to dispatch three major legions to return to Tiannan City!"

Just after answering, Liang Wang asked back: "Then what? The three million troops of the slavery are all regarded as air?"

Don't forget, the army of slavery retreats back to Lounan, and is just frontier Chen Bing!

If the three armies return, the barbarian army will immediately enter the unpopulated area and occupy the vast mountains and rivers of southern Xinjiang.

The master of the royal palace is only a nobleman responsible for internal affairs, and he knows nothing about marching wars!

"This... is ignorant." The master of the royal palace knelt down and asked for sin.

The Master of the Palace of Literature and others, kneeling down one after another, kept saying they were guilty.

Seeing this, the Cool King was irritable: "What I want is for you to come up with a way, not to blame!"

He could understand that this group of so-called loyal ministers is just a group of sloppy beasts.

When they are needed, they are useless!

There was no sound in the hall, and no one spoke for a long time, until a long time later, a voice that shocked the spirit of the cool king was introduced into the hall.

"It is imperative to consider Liangzhou City."

Everyone turned around, but they saw a middle-aged man with a fierce scar on his face and a stern look.

The clogs under his feet were all yellow mud.

The raincoat dripped down on the body, and the hat in his hand was soggy.

He is the former master of the military palace, Jun Qiye!

After such a difficult time, he was still unable to sit still and rushed back from his hometown in the rain.

"Ai Qing! You are back!" At this moment, Liang Wang was overjoyed, even forgetting his resentment towards him, as if he had caught a life-saving straw.

"Ai Qing, quickly and quickly share the worries for this king. How can we keep southern Xinjiang in the current situation?" Liang Wang asked.

Jun Qiye put down Dou Li with a cold face: "The cool king didn't understand the meaning of the old man. Let you focus on the meaning of Liangzhou City means that southern Xinjiang can't help it!"

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Faintly, he could hear the heavy voice of Liang Wang sitting down, and the great disappointment was passed to everyone's heart silently.

"No! The mountains and rivers of the cold environment cannot be lost in the hands of the king!" Liang Wang said: "Ai Qing, you are a veteran of the two dynasties and you are familiar with the military affairs of the cold environment. You must have a way, right?"

If he had such awe to the palace lord of the military palace, and listened to his advice, what would be today?

Jun Qiye shook his head slightly and sighed, "If you withdraw from the three major legions of southern Xinjiang, you must be enslaved by the three million male lions. If you don't withdraw your troops, Tiannan City will definitely fail. At that time, the three major legions will be attacked."

Today's situation is that the three major legions are not retreating, not to mention not retreating.

"If Bai Zhantian is still in his position, probably, he will not fall into such a passive situation." Jun Qiye said lightly.

Bai Zhantian is the second God of War in the Cold Realm, especially after fighting against Lou Nan for many years, knowing their various tactics.

In the early days of the war, if Bai Zhantian ruled the military affairs of South Xinjiang, the Southwest and Southeast Corps would never be dispatched. Therefore, with the Legion guarding, the Southwest and Southeast would not be destroyed by the beast roar so quickly.

Southern Xinjiang will never fall into such a passive position!

Feeling guilty in Liang Wang's heart, he clenched his fists and said: "Is there really no way to save?"

"Yes!" Unexpectedly, Jun Qiye actually changed his mouth: "Unless, you can please move someone."

He didn't say it clearly, but everyone present understood who he was talking about.

"Impossible!" Liang Wang said flatly: "Even if the cold environment breaks down, this king cannot ask him!"

The cool king was emotional, as if he was touched by his inner scar.

There is only one person who can make him like this-Xia Qingchen!

Jun Qiye had known for a long time that this look would be like this: "So, Liang Wang should still be sent back to the three armies as soon as possible, so as not to let them fall into the enemy's situation."

Liang Wang was extremely unwilling: "Is there no way?"

Jun Qiye shook his head: "If you hesitate, they will fall completely into the enemy's mouth, no, maybe they have been surrounded!"

He turned to look at the dark night behind him, and said: "May God bless the cold."

He will not ignore that it will take two or three days for the intelligence of Nanjiang to reach Liangzhou City.

What is the current situation of Tiannan City, no one knows...

Distant southern Xinjiang, Tiannan city.

What used to be a bustling business capital in the past, such as the second pearl of Ruoliangjing, is now in depression.

The city is empty, and ordinary people have already moved away a few months ago.

What remains is only the guards of Tiannanchengcheng who have become a mess in the city.

The number of guards is only 90,000, which is less than the strength of a military area, and the combat quality is obviously inferior to the soldiers of the military area.

"Quickly! The Eighteenth Regiment is going to the west wall!"

"Give up! All give up! Li Qianxiaoqi was injured!"

"The West City Wall is in a hurry, and it quickly retreats to the South City Wall!"

...

In the desolate horn, in the sound of Zhentian's killing, Tiannan City was in a panic.

Everywhere can be seen corpses discarded on the side of the road, wounded unattended, and weapons dropped on the ground.

Upon learning that the western city wall was breached, all the soldiers rushed to the south of the city with their helmets abandoned.

South of the city.

Thousands of sandbags piled up in a temporary sand wall, dividing Tiannan City into two halves.

The remaining Tiannan soldiers all gathered here. They hid behind the sandbags and held the weapon tightly.

The sandbags in front of them and the city wall behind them are their only castles.

"Has the reinforcements of Liangzhou City yet to come?" A Qian Xiaoqi with an arrow in his left eye shouted in despair. (Make up for tomorrow, more than 8:40 in the evening)