One Thousand Five Hundred and Two: Defeating Nieliang, Attacking Yang Tao, Pointing the Sword to the World (41)

[Book Title: The Empress's Live Streaming Strategy 1502: Fa Nieliang, Attacking Yang Tao, Sword Pointing to the World (41) Author: Fried Mushrooms in Oil]

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When Beichen was destroyed, the tombs of more than a dozen emperors were dug up and smashed by angry people, the bones in the coffins were dragged out and whipped, and all kinds of burial objects were robbed cleanly. Except for Huang Song, the descendants of the Northern Chen royal family who fled, the others did not end well. Is this considered "God's Fate"? The theory of gods and ghosts is just fabricated by those stupid people to scare themselves.

Wei persuaded himself in this way, and he tried to use these words to convince others, Nie Liang was silent for a long time after hearing this.

He smiled sarcastically, and said indifferently, "No matter what kind of magic Liu Xi used to perform such a scene, her goal has been achieved."

Nie's army almost lost the will to fight. The soldiers only knew how to turn around and run away. People crowded and stomped people, and they were in a mess and there was no order.

This resulted in few enemy casualties, and they lost forty thousand. With 40,000 casualties, there was hardly any decent resistance, just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, the enemy only needs to repeat the movement of swinging the knife. Thinking of this, Nie Liang's already blue complexion became even more dead silent.

"report"

At this moment, the voice of the messenger broke the silence in the tent.

Wei didn't dare to let Nie Liang read the battle report directly, lest it would be another bad news and make Nie Liang angry.

"Look, then tell me."

Nie Liang understood the look in his eyes, and there was a weak smile on the corner of his lips, not so much to trust Wei, but to appease him.

Because of his dilapidated body, Wei was already startled.

Wei took the secret report and read it carefully, and everyone secretly looked at his face from the corner of their eyes, trying to guess whether it was good news or bad news.

As soon as they saw Wei frowned and his knuckles turned white from exertion, they knew it was bad news, definitely bad news.

Nie Liang sighed, and stretched out his hand to signal Wei to give him the secret report.

Whether he has good news or bad news, he always wants to know.

"My lord" Wei resisted for the first time, acting presumptuously, "this news"

He hesitated to speak, but Nie Liang didn't force it, and said, "If you don't show it to me, then you can tell it. Could there be worse news?"

Wei took a deep breath, his eyes reddened.

"Liu Xi sent his general Fu Wang to attack Yang Tao. Not long after, someone called himself a mountain ghost and offered him the magic of shipbuilding."

They were already under a lot of pressure, and the whole army was panic-stricken, not daring to fight against the son of destiny appointed by the heavens. Now there is another "mountain ghost descending into the world to grant the magic of shipbuilding". For Nie Liang and others, it is tantamount to making matters worse. , but that's not the end.

Nie Liang firmly grasped the hand that was propped on the mat, trying to suppress the sharp pain rising in his chest, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He slowed down for a while, and everyone found that his eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs seemed to be going out of the frame, which was extremely scary.

"Is there anything else? It's not just this one thing, is it? What else, to put it bluntly, can I still be mad at her!"

Nie Liang knows this close friend a lot.

If it was just such a piece of bad news, how could his eyes be red.

"My lord..." Wei's lips fluttered for a while, as if hesitating whether to say it or not, but finally he said, almost choked up, "The secret report said... the god-man enters the dream, tell Liu Xi... tell Liu Xi, bluntly say the lord's birthday Not enough to count, not to worry about..."

A person's lifespan is counted as one period of twelve years, and one year of one hundred days.

Nie Liang's eyes widened, like a stranded and suffocated goldfish, his chest heaved rapidly, and he vomited a mouthful of red and black blood.

Everyone was too frightened to say anything, Wei and Nie Qing quickly stepped forward to help them, but Nie Liang swung them away.

Nie Liang is so strong that he doesn't seem to be seriously ill, but many people are worried that this is the appearance of returning to the light.

Swinging the two of them away, Nie Liang burst out laughing, raised his hand and pointed at the top of the tent, and scolded hoarsely, "What the hell, if fate is destined, it will take away my life right now! , so what if it's Liu Xi! What about her!"

Nie Liang stood up tremblingly, with a faint look of madness between his brows, which made people feel creepy.

Seeing his friend like this, Wei couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

He still remembers the scene when he met his best friend for the first time. He was unparalleled in appearance, graceful and graceful, wearing a black Confucian shirt, a thin coat, and a lacquered sarong crown on his head. Smiling, vaguely alienated... a standard gentry kid.

now

How did it turn into this haggard, crazy look?

Just as he was thinking, he heard Nie Qing yell, like a cuckoo crying blood, and his heart tightened.

Raising his head, Wei saw Nie Qing rushing forward, raising his hand to catch Nie Liang who was lying back with a dead face.

Wei opened his eyes for a moment, and the noisy voices around him gradually faded away, and the sound of "Master" seemed to be a vague voice from another world... Nie Qing cried out to his father, and all his colleagues bowed down. Crying blood on the ground...

what's going on?

how come?

Wei's knees went limp and he collapsed on the ground.

After one night, the scouts sent out by Jiang Ji found that Nie Ying was hung up and down, and everyone wept, and hurriedly sent back the news.

Jiang Ji was eating breakfast. Today's breakfast was meat buns mixed with minced meat. There were fifteen of them. Each bun was the size of a strong man's fist. Ordinary men are almost full after eating three, but Jiang Ji ate fifteen in a row, and also drank three large bowls of seaweed soup with dried shrimps.

After belching indecently, Jiang Ji patted her flat stomach and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Speaking of which, what's the news?"

Jiang Ji hates military affairs before and after meals, good news is nothing but bad news will spoil her appetite.

The soldier said, "At midnight last night, Nie Liang died of illness. The entire Nie camp mourned. The whole army was completely naked, and white flags were hung up overnight."

Jiang Ji was stunned when she heard the news.

"Isn't it that Nie Guangshan is so fragile? This brother is fast enough to get the bento, and he's in a hurry to finish it..."

The live broadcast room was fried, and Jiang Ji quickly pushed the food table aside, and hurriedly called everyone to discuss.

The big guys looked at each other, although they also hoped that Nie Liang would get the bento all day and all night, but they really got the bento, it always felt like a dream.

This man died just like that?

Feng Yi and Sun Lan, who were sitting in the corner and listening, muttered to themselves that death was all they needed to be, but they still died of anger.

Now it's all good, the image of my protagonist who must take revenge is completely a celebrity in the annals of history.

Thinking of the lord's words and deeds recorded a while ago, Feng Yi always felt that her lord would be hacked by later generations.

Wei Ci asked, "Is it true that Nie Ying hung up the white flags, and the whole army has nothing?"

Jiang Ji said, "Zixiao said so, do you suspect fraud?"

Wei Ci wasn't sure, Nie Liang was very treacherous, but his body couldn't withstand repeated blows.

Therefore, Wei Ci said, "It's not doubting, it's just that Nie Liang died of illness, we always send someone to offer condolences."

Jiang Ji: "..."

Zixiao, are you serious?

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