Descent of the Phoenix

This wing Wang Xuan, Che Che, asked this question and reminded them.

Snow holy country. Aoyunguo, Southern Song Dynasty.

Only the Southern Song Dynasty and his Tianchen border, the other two countries want to attack, must cross the territory of Zhao Guo and Chen Guo before Tianchen.

Cross-border attack, this is not something that will be raised in a short while.

Reserves, military needs, can not fall out of thin air, hundreds of thousands of horses can not fly out of thin air.

That requires precise planning, so that you can play it.

If you can rank more than three officials, your brain will not be bad.

This thought conversion suddenly came to understand, this is very likely to be four words, bluff.

"Thatever..." Xuanyuan Yi stunned his eyebrows, and there was still a worry in his eyes. Since the three countries have begun to move, is it really a bluff?

In order to marry a princess, what are you doing with these bluffs? It is really impossible to attack, and marriage is just an excuse.

"Nothing." Xuanyuan Che shouldered his hands and turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Yi, who was sitting on the dragon chair.

The revolving head looked down at the group of ministers below, Shen Sheng said: "This thing, the king will solve the problem, come, pass the four gatekeepers, and the whole army will be strictly guarded.

The public martial arts will be listed, with the king to discuss, the rest, retreat. ”

Under the icy command, a group of military commanders in the hall immediately shouted: "Yes."

And a group of writers saw this, and they walked together and walked toward the temple.

Actually, I heard Xuanyuan Che’s words, and I forgot that their king was still sitting on the dragon chair.

Sending away the group of ministers, Xuanyuan Che Xuan Xuan Yi Yi squatted, and led a group of generals to go to the Imperial Study Room.

Xuanyuan easily sat on the dragon chair and touched her eyebrows. The brow did not expand.

The autumn colors outside the main hall are warm and the ground is dark green. This should be a harvest season.

"What do you mean, Snow Holy Country, Ao Yunguo, Southern Song Dynasty, starting soldiers to attack Tianchen?" Haoyue sat in front of the case, listening to Du Yi's words, wrinkled his brow.