Ma Zan was taken aback for a moment, and the anger in his heart was extinguished by Teng Cangkong's words. He lowered his head for a moment and immediately stopped his army.
Coincidentally, the other party stopped at this time. The two sides looked at each other less than one mile away. Haronger struck out and laughed at Ma Zan: "I said, your Royal Highness, why don't you chase after him? "
"Are you Harong'er?" Ma Zan thought about this person for a while. The opponent was born as a small tribe, but he heard that this person was very brave in fighting, and he was one of the three generals under Ye Dongcheng.
Harong'er laughed: "Unexpectedly, the name of my Harong'er is already ringing now, even the noble princes know about it. Shouldn't I, Harong'er feel very honored?"
"Are you honored to shut me down? The prince never cared about the idea of a dead person."
"Really?" Harong'er looked at the scimitar in his hand and smiled: "I don't know what it will be like when I use this scimitar to chop off the prince's head. It's really exciting. what!"
"Halong'er, why don't you go back soon?" Ye Dongcheng walked out, and smiled at Ma Zan from a distance: "Don't blame your Royal Highness, I don't know the etiquette. But why does your Royal Highness have to chase me? Let it go? Could it be that something in this seat has offended you? May as well ask His Royal Highness to make it clear."
"You know what you have done yourself, so I don't need to say more! That way I will find it very disgusting."
Ye Dongcheng laughed: "His Royal Highness, why don't you understand the good intentions of this seat? The world has said that our Zuo Xian Wang wise man is like a demon. It seems that he is really well-deserved! The painstaking effort of this seat also made His Royal Highness miss the opportunity given by heaven."
"Really? Does that prince have to thank you?"
"Don't tell me that you don't want to kill Murong Jing. I seem to have heard that you have assassinated him since the age of eleven! Now more than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and you have not succeeded yet. The prince has already known that he is inferior to others and has completely let go?"
"you… "
Teng Cangkong quickly grabbed Ma Zan who was about to get angry and persuaded: "His Royal Highness, the other party is trying to irritate you, we must not fall for it."
"This prince doesn't fight against a bereaved dog like you, and if you have the ability, don't fight the prince dignifiedly."
"A dignified battle? Six thousand versus ten thousand?" Ye Dongcheng glanced at the army behind Ma Zhan, and suddenly smiled: "Such shameless words are at a loss for what you prince can say, but it's not half of it. It's not as good as Murong Jing who dared to pay 10,000 to 30,000 and could kill the opponent. But if you just want to clean up your little prince, then there should be no problem."
Harong'er arrogantly said: "The national teacher is still talking to this kid, just let the subordinates bring the kid's head to you."
The mourners also took the opportunity to take the conversation: "What Harong'er said is correct. Isn’t the national teacher always worrying about not having a wine glass to take advantage of? I think this little prince’s head is just right, so it’s better to ask the subordinates to go down and kill him. Bringing his head, how about making a fine wine glass for the National Teacher?"
"Don't let his appearance be fooled, this guy still has some abilities."
"It's him? If he were not born well, he wouldn't be worthy to carry shoes to Laozi. National Teacher, his subordinates asked to go to war."
Ye Dongcheng nodded: "Then go!"
Ma Zan is angry to death now. Although Teng Cangkong has been persuading him not to get angry, can such things as anger be tolerable and able to endure
Now that the mourners lead people to fight, it is just right.
The elite white-armored guards in Ye Dongcheng's hands were almost burned by Wu Zheng's fire. Although Harong'er and the gate mourner were called fierce generals, the people under their hands were all born and small tribes. To put it bluntly, they were a group of mobs.
Now six thousand to ten thousand, there is almost no chance of winning. The number of opponents who come down from the peak is reduced by half. Looking at the dead bodies in the same place, and the mourning, Ma Zan suddenly feels in his heart. That bad breath went away a lot.
However, just at this moment, there was a bang, Ma Zan still did not respond in triumph, but saw a dark shadow suddenly rushed in front of his eyes...
"Prince be careful..."
At the crucial moment, it was not someone else who threw on Ma Zan to block the bullets. It was Tengcang... (End of this chapter)