He's no worse than Moyan!

Mo qianhan gritted his teeth and knocked his club on Jin Zheng several times, which made the soldiers in Zhongzhou run fast one by one. It seemed that there were some monsters chasing behind him. Along the way, his armor and shield were all over the ground.

This scene makes Mu Jinglei feel very comfortable. His long sword is waving forward constantly, guiding Mu's soldiers to press forward step by step, and surround them at the foot of the border city!

Mu Jinglei knows very well that it rained all night in the border town last night. Even if Mo qianhan had a clever plan to move all the people and soldiers in advance, the town could not be moved.

After a night of soaking in poison rain, this city has already become a poison city. Mo qianhan has no way to escape to the border city. They can only seek their own death. Even if he doesn't do it, in a few hours, under the pollution of poisonous water and air, these soldiers will become one dead body after another sooner or later!

Mu Jinglei's heart is a pity.

If these soldiers die, they will not be able to subdue them and take them for their own use. However, if they can win the border town and open the border of China without blood, they will naturally be happy to see their success. In contrast, it is not so important to accept tens of thousands of defeated soldiers.

Now they are stuck at the foot of the border town. As long as they stay in the sun for another two or three hours, after the residual poisonous rain in the border town is evaporated by the sun, they can completely kill all the Zhongzhou soldiers who shrink back to the border town!

Ha ha, such a good deal.

As long as the border city is occupied, once the gap of Zhongzhou is opened, it will soon be accepted by the name of Mu state. It's a good deal, a good deal!

He listened to the soldiers behind him reporting to their centurions the number of spoils they had picked up. Mu Jinglei only felt happy physically and mentally, as if every cell had been opened and bathed in the bright sun, which was so comfortable that people wanted to sigh.

Although the front gate of the border city is closed, in Mu Jinglei's eyes, he seems to have seen the wide open gate, the town behind the border city, and even the Zhongzhou imperial capital thousands of miles away.

These will soon be his, and soon he will be terrified. His goal of dominating the world will soon be realized. As long as he wins Zhongzhou, the strategist who is clever but has potential threat to him will have no effect!

Mu Jinglei, who is happy but does not think of Shu, obviously ignores the problem of spying on the enemy and immerses himself in the joy of breaking the city.

As time goes by, when the soldiers of Mu Kingdom surround the wall of the border city, the sun on the top of the head just forms a line with the shadow, and the pointer of the corona gradually points to the noon.

Mo qianhan stands on the wall and looks at the right sun. He smiles coldly.

Hum.

Father emperor let Chu indifferent bring elite soldiers, set out last night, now forward soldiers to report, from them, less than half an hour's journey!

Poor Mu Jinglei is like a frog at the bottom of the well. He doesn't know that he is dying!

It's noon, it's time!

"Ink thousand cold, dead or down!"

Maybe the sun is too strong, when Mu Jinglei looks up at the wall, he doesn't see the strange smile on Mo qianhan's face.

He was so excited that he just waited for Mo qianhan, who couldn't support him, to spit out the word "surrender" from his mouth, and then opened the city gate to welcome the trample of their admiring soldiers.