Chapter 663

The next day, everything is ready, just waiting for Ling Tianwang to move forward and carry the flying flag.

Step by step forward, Ling Tianwang's step is more and more firm, and the expression on his face gradually becomes calm.

He just went to take back his own things. Where did he need so much emotion? Ling Tianwang thought in his heart that the weak fluctuation in his eyes also disappeared.

Zhou ruo'an didn't move forward with Ling Tianwang. She just stood quietly and watched his back.

He is going to his throne. Zhou ruo'an tells himself in his heart that he will succeed!

After a long time, Ling Tianwang finally came to the position where he should exist.

Turning around, Ling Tianwang calmly looks at all the people standing below. His eyes pause slightly on Zhou ruo'an's body, and his eyes are lingering.

"Start your journey!" Zhou ruo'an looked at him with a smile and showed what he thought in his eyes.

Ling Tianwang's mouth turned up and nodded gently.

Every move, without words, all people who see this scene can clearly feel the enviable tacit understanding between them.

"What is our purpose?" Ling Tianwang raised his voice and asked.

Naturally, it is to attack the city and seize the capital! But for all their thoughts, their mouths were closed.

Because they don't know what Ling Tianwang wants to hear, whether it's a lie or a bloody truth.

Unconsciously, Zhou ruo'an, who was standing quietly, was watched by all the people nearby.

After a moment's silence, Zhou ruo'an subconsciously touched his neck, which was being burned by his burning eyes, and he felt helpless.

After two steps forward, Zhou ruo'an raised his voice and said, "naturally, it's to save the people from the king's hands and deal with all the beetles of the country, so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment."

As Zhou ruo'an's voice fell, everyone understood Ling Tianwang's idea, so the voice of "for the people" continued, forming waves.

Ling Tianwang raised his hand, and then slowly pressed down. Without saying any more words, the soldiers immediately calmed down.

"We are for the people, so I don't like to have too many casualties and conflicts," Ling Tianwang said in a slow voice, glancing a little bit across the crowd.

"I hope you also remember to forbid in the battlefield. In any case, you must obey the command of the general!"

This is not an excessive request. The soldiers nodded and looked excited even though they didn't want to.

Their movements are not very unified. They look chaotic and weird.

Ling Tian Wang hooked his lips and said nothing more.

He turned over and mounted the horse, with the reins in his hand pointing straight ahead, shouting, "let's go!"

He seems to be the blade of a sword, cutting away the confusion and nothingness in front for the army behind him, and overflowing with vigor.

Under the impact of Ling Tianwang, Song Ci had to wake up soon.

"Three cities have been lost?" Song Ciyang asked in a voice, looking at the eyes of the people in front of him, which made people think of the erratic ghost fire in the graveyard at night.

He shivered uncontrollably, and the people kneeling under him were cold all over. It seemed that there was cool air spreading rapidly on his back.

"Yes, yes," he stammered and said, avoiding the sight of Song Ci. "Those people are so overwhelming, our people, our people can't stop them at all."

Although it is true to be beaten by the other party, it makes the person feel uncomfortable to say it.

There seemed to be a fire coming out of his chest. He rushed through the four limbs with a feeling of guilt and boredom, and kept pulling at the coldness of his back.

"Can't hold it down?" Hearing this word, Song Ci couldn't help sneering.

He laughs exaggeratedly, the whole person is back and forth, people can't help worrying about whether the chair under the seat can bear the weight of his body.

All of a sudden, his laughter suddenly stopped, leaving only the cold all over.

"I gave these three cities to him, but from now on, I don't want to hear such news again," Song Ci said, looking at him grimly.

Hearing this, the man felt bitter. It was simple, but how could it be done!

"If you can't, you don't have to come in front of me. Just hang three feet of white silk at home!"

With the voice of Song Ci falling, the man's heart completely sank to the bottom, and he could not say what he wanted to say.

He kowtowed in silence and walked out slowly.

After his back completely disappeared in the palace, the table that Song Ci had just put on for a few days was kicked over again, and the things scattered all over the ground.

"I'm the real emperor. I'm the king appointed by heaven. Who can turn the world around?"

Perhaps in order to convince himself, he kept repeating, his face was ferocious and looked like hysteria.

Even if they don't look up and just listen to the voices coming from the side, they will feel heavy.They know the truth of the divine power of the monarch, but there are many stories about the monarch's stupidity and incompetence, which lead to the country's failure!

Just when the capital was noisy and people were in danger, Ling Tianwang had led the troops behind him and captured two more cities.

Because we have had a lot of experience before, this time, we don't need Ling Tianwang to say anything more, and the soldiers won't do anything to the people in the city.

They either ride on high horses or walk in line with long guns. Their determination is very sharp. When they walk on the road, they can always attract other people's attention.

At first, the people in the city just timidly hid behind the brick and tile windows and peered through the tiny cracks. Later, their courage grew up.

Originally, scattered figures began to appear on the empty road, and the closed door was gradually pushed open a long gap.

In the face of the eyes around in all directions, the soldiers move forward calmly, their goal is not just here!

After a short rest in the city, this daunting army once again began its own journey.

Ling Tianwang thought that the wind and water would pass on him all the time, but he didn't expect that he would soon meet the first obstacle on the road.

He tightened the reins and looked up at the people standing on the wall, half squinting.

Before that, he had launched more than one charge against the city in front of him, but each time, he was pressed back by the other side with fresh lives.

The other side seems to have lost his mind. Even though the corpses on the ground have piled up, he still insists on keeping Ling Tianwang's troops out of the city.

Ling Tianwang waved his hand to the people beside him, and immediately someone handed the horn prepared in advance to him.

"Don't be stubborn," Ling Tianwang said. "A moment of victory piled up with blood doesn't prove anything."