The Northern Palace, in the main hall.

A group of generals were still in front of the hall.

"Report to my king, call from Jihan City. There are traces of soldiers and horses from Hunting Country outside the city. Scouts in our Hunting Country send back messages. Hunting Country will raid Jihan City tonight." The soldiers who were frightened and sweated in cold sweat reported respectfully.

"What? The hunting country is invading the territory again?"

"These villains are simply looking for death! My king! The Tianwu Army asks for battle!"

"Of course, the Tiansha Army and the Tianfu Army cannot just let the Tianfu Army fight!"

"My king, the killing army is willing to go and kill the enemy!"

"We are willing to go and kill the enemy!"

The generals asked for battle one after another, and they were very enthusiastic.

Chen Zhuo looked at the military advisor Wan Jun: "Wan Jun, what if you think?"

"Report to my king, the traces of the soldiers and horses of the hunting country are unknown, and there is no knowing the number of troops. I think we should not send troops in a hasty manner at this time. Only by knowing ourselves and the others can we win every battle. I should ask the soldiers of the scout camp to get more information before deploying troops."

Chen Zhuo nodded: "You are right, scout camp, let's explore again."

"Here!"

The warrior retreated.

Chen Zhuo looked at the generals and said, "Everyone will retreat first, rectify the army and horses, wait for the scout camp to find out everything before responding."

"Here!" Everyone answered and turned around and left.

"Where is the commander of the Ancient Front Camp?" Chen Xiaojun suddenly said.

"I'm here!" A burly man stopped, turned around and knelt on one knee.

After the rest of the people retreated, Chen Xiaojun said lightly: "Dad, Qi Yao, the commander of the Ancient Front Camp, sent twenty elite troops to Bashan County, Yizhou Province some time ago, led by a centurion, to Bashan County, an important province of Yizhou. As far as I know, the elite troops of the Ancient Front Camp have been killed in battle."

The commander of the Dark Front Camp trembled suddenly.

Chen Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was threatening without anger: "Qian Yao, explain it."

"Report to my king, report to Mr. Chen, my subordinates are guilty!" Qi Yao said with a panic look on his face.

“Tell the details.”

"Here!"

Qi Yao took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Before entering the northern border, my subordinates had received favor from the Qian family in Bashan County. Not long ago, the Qian family urgently called me, saying that someone wanted to destroy the Qian family, and the other party came from southern Xinjiang, and asked his subordinates to send troops to help. As long as they shock the other party and make the other party dare not take action, my subordinates..."

"The Qiyao commander received favors, so he wanted to repay him. After asking for help from the Qian family, he sent twenty elite troops from the Dark Fighting Camp to Bashan County. But the Qiyao commander, do you know who the twenty elite troops from the Dark Fighting Camp met?"

"I don't know..."

Qi Yao's heart was beating wildly. He had been wondering for a while. It was logical that the twenty elite soldiers of the Dark Front Camp should have returned, but they could not contact him.

However, he didn't think much about it. After all, he was the elite of the Dark Front Camp in the northern border. Most people dare not be enemies. Even if they are enemies, the elite of the Dark Front Camp can deal with it.

Now that Chen Xiaojun mentioned it, he knew that things must have exceeded his imagination.

"Xiaojun, what happened?"

As the king of the North, Chen Zhuo commanded millions of soldiers and horses. He had many things of all sizes, so he could not take care of them all, so he handed over the "Qianxue Camp" in the North to his daughter Chen Xiaojun.

Qianxue Camp in the northern border is the same as the secret machine of Tianshu in southern borders. It monitors the world. Anyone in the northern border can't escape the eyes of Qianxue Camp.

The Ancient Fighting Camp does not belong to the five major legions in the north, but is a small group of independent combat operations, so Chen Zhuo's mobilization of the Ancient Fighting Camp is actually not clear.

Chen Xiaojun said lightly: "The twenty elite soldiers of the Dark Front Camp encountered the Mutian Army, led by the Southern King Xu Mutian."

"What?" Qiyao was shocked.

Chen Xiaojun's eyes were cold: "When King Xu Mutian was named King of Southern Xinjiang, he was in his hometown of Bashan County. The five major families of Bashan County had a feud with the King of Southern to kill their father. How could the King of Southern spare them? Although I don't know why the King of Southern did not directly destroy the entire family of the five families, the commander of Qiyao, because of your reasons, caused the elite troops of the twenty Dark Front Camp to die in battle. What else do you have to say?"

Qi Yao's face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was trembling: "Subor...subor...subor...subor...subor...subor...subor...subordinate his crime!"

"Qian Yao, if you don't investigate clearly, you dare to dispatch the soldiers of the Dark Front Camp to leave the northern border? Or take the initiative to attack the Southern King's Mu Tian Army! You are so brave!"

"I killed twenty soldiers of the Dark Front Camp and knew that they were guilty of death. I was willing to bear this matter with all my strength and pay for my life!"

As he said that, Qiyao drew his sword and was about to commit suicide.

bite!

Click!

A wine glass hit Qi Yao's sword, and the sword broke into two and fell to the ground.

Qi Yao himself also rolled back several times because of a huge force, and opened his mouth and spewed out blood.

"My soldiers from the north are such irresponsible soft boys? I think you have been fighting for many years, and have made great contributions, and you can be punished by death, but you cannot escape the crime of living! From today on, you will be abolished and demoted to a member of the vanguard army of the Dark Front Camp. Are you convinced?" Chen Zhuo said lightly.

"Thank you for my king!" Qi Yao was seriously injured, but he still struggled hard, knelt on his knees, bowed his head and bowed down.

There were tears flowing out in his eyes.

"Get out."

"Here."

Qiyao stood up with difficulty and walked out in a shaky way.

The hall was empty, and only Chen Zhuo and Shen Xiaojun and his daughter were left.

"This matter is my fault in the northern border. I owe the Southern King an explanation." Chen Zhuo said in a deep voice.

"The King of Southern has buried the elites of the twenty Dark Front Camp, and he did not mention this matter. He is the king of the south after all, and he will not keep this matter in mind. However, Dad, the King of Southern wants the miracle snow lotus..."

"What? Do you want to give it to him?" Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows.

Chen Xiaojun nodded: "I can't bear to say that something is related to my entry into the Grandmaster realm, but I want to bet with the Southern King to see if he is powerful or me."

Chen Zhuo couldn't help but feel angry: "Can you change your competitive temperament? Xu Mutian is young and can sit in the position of the King of Southern. Do you really think he is lucky?"

"Who knows if you don't give it a try."

"No wonder! When your father was twenty-six years old, he was named the King of Beizhao. How many people were not convinced by me? Now? Is there anyone qualified to look at me? I can see that this young King of Southern is the same as me. In the future, the King of Southern will surely shine."

"I will praise others, I will praise my daughter!" Chen Xiaojun pouted, looking unhappy.

Shen Zhuo's breath is irritated.

The sky in the north is darker than the south.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon, and the night had already covered the world.

At the beginning of the dinner, there was no general to accompany him. The table was filled with delicacies and sea, and only four people enjoyed it.

King Chen Zhuo of Beizhao, Lord Chen Xiaojun, King Xu Mutian of Southern, and Red Leaf.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Chen Xiaojun said with a smile: "The King of Southern is a coincidence. The war in southern Xinjiang has stopped, but my northern border is still continuing. Outside the extremely cold city, the hunting country is about to invade the territory again."

"With the King of Northern and Miss Shen, the northern border is as solid as a soup, and the hunting country will not do anything." Xu Yi said.

Chen Xiaojun said, "Thank you for the King of Nan respecting the little girl, but then again, the hunting country comes like this every now and then, it is also a headache. So tonight I plan to give the hunting country a head-on blow, killing them so scared, and it's so quiet for a while. I wonder if the King of Nan is interested in playing?"

Chen Zhuo immediately said unhappy: "Nonsense! How can you talk to the King of Southern? The King of Southern is noble and cannot take risks. How can you mess with you? Why don't you apologize quickly?"

When Xu Yi heard this, his expression moved.

Hongye immediately spoke: "Sister Xiaojun, I, Wang Wanjin's body, of course I can't do it at will. If Sister Xiaojun is interested, Hongye is willing to play with you."

"It's Xiaojun's abruptness. Don't be angry with the King of Southern. Sister Hongye is quick to speak. Today we haven't divided the difference. Why not just kill the enemy on the battlefield to determine the outcome."

"Does Sister Xiaojun have any bets on winning or losing?" Hongye pretended to be surprised.

Chen Xiaojun smiled slightly: "When Sister Hongye wins, you can make any request."
Chapter completed!