Datang: Married Princess Changle at the beginning

Although the war slaves who came to kill Yang Fei and Li Er were blocked, they approached slowly.

"Yang Fei, do you think that one of my princes is really a Nestorian son?" Li Er asked in a low voice.

He frowned, and looked in the direction of Prince Li Tai and the others.

At this time, a group of princes were not far from the Dragon Seat, holding the weapons in their hands tightly one by one, as if the slaves broke through the defense line and they were about to rush forward to kill the enemy.

"Your Majesty, didn't you ask the question knowingly?"

Yang Fei sighed.

Among the princes, there must be one of the Nestorian saint sons.

As for who it is, there is already some speculation between the two.

I just don't want to expose it, and I don't want to point out the other party without evidence.

Of course, Yang Fei didn't care, but Li Er couldn't bear it, and didn't want to believe that his son had such a character.

"Can……"

Li Er muttered, looking unbearable.

He really didn't want to believe that his son was still the Holy Son of Nestorianism.

If you don't want to be a good prince, what kind of saint son will you be?

He even wanted to make a move on his own throne.

Could it be that the origin of my throne is impure, so will this happen to my son?

On the day Li Er came to the throne, he swore that he was forced to do so.

But my sons can't be like this, they must follow their own general order to succeed to the throne, and other princes must follow, and there must be no situation where brothers can kill each other or father and son can kill each other.

Now... Li Er feels his heart hurts.

"what!"

all of a sudden...

A miserable scream sounded.

Pulled Li Er and Yang Fei back from their contemplation.

The two looked closely, and suddenly found that the defense of Chai Shao and other generals was about to be broken.

The scream just now was the scream of Chai Shao being scratched by a war slave.

His grasped hand was scratched from the shoulder to the wrist due to the strenuous struggle, and it was bloody.

Among them, it was Li Daozong, Li Ji and other generals who smashed the heads of the surrounding war slaves so that Chai Shao could not be caught and dismembered by other war slaves.

"Li Ji, look at your good idea, what should we do now?"

Li Daozong yelled angrily.

With his strength, he is still as fierce as a tiger.

In his hands, more than [-] war slaves have died, and the blood of the war slaves is everywhere, like a majestic war god.

However, the number of war slaves still flocked towards them like ants.

To be honest, if Zhan Nu was conscious, he would know the skills of sneak attack and so on, and now Li Daozong and others have lost it.

"How the hell do I know there are so many of them?!"

Li Ji suddenly cut off the head of a war slave with his sword, and screamed out of breath.

He is mainly a counselor, and rarely wields swords and swords. These few attacks almost killed him.

In fact, Li Ji himself was very depressed and felt extremely uncomfortable.

What the hell, this conspiracy is pretty good, so far every veteran has killed several war slaves.

But, who the hell would have thought that there would be [-] war slaves?

His maximum estimate is five thousand!

The number of [-] feels very against the sky, and [-] war slaves are the most appropriate.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to be as many as ten thousand...

What the hell, can you blame yourself?

"Okay, what are you talking about, do you have any other plans to speak out quickly?"

Chai Shao was also very angry.

It will take at least a few months for the injury on my left hand to heal.

And being hurt by monsters like Zhannu, he might die halfway.

special!

Anyway, I am the general of Zhen Guo, but I was injured by a monster.

What a shame and humiliation, I can't wait to turn over the cards immediately and let all these damned Nestorians die.

But Chai Shao also understands that that time has not yet come.

The emperor and Yang Fei next to the Dragon Seat hadn't made a move yet, so he couldn't expose too much.

"Hahaha, Li Ji, Li Daozong, Chai Shao, are you old? You were not so weak when you were young."

the other side……

Cheng Yaojin's two axes killed majesticly.

After hearing Li Ji's complaint, he couldn't help but mock.

After Cheng Yaojin's words fell, the generals on the battlefield laughed wantonly.

The originally depressing killing has also changed a bit of interest.

Even Li Er, who saw life and death in his eyes, frowned a lot.

Cheng Yaojin is a guy who sometimes has no rules, but at this moment he is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere.

"Hmph, when death is imminent, everyone can still laugh. This leader really feels sad for you."

The Nestorian leader snorted coldly.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin and others still looking optimistic, I feel uncomfortable.

He ordered again to let the top Nestorians issue instructions to speed up the attack of the war slaves.

Under the continuous playing of the flute, the slaves became more and more crazy, and the pressure on Li Jing and other generals doubled.

"Master of Nestorianism, I will ask you again, who is the Holy Son of Nestorianism?" Li Er asked in a deep voice.

This is what he cares most about planning the hunt in the eastern suburbs.

Can't ask this answer, Li Er really doesn't want to expose his final hole card.

"Hehehe, who does it matter?"

"You are not the leader's opponent, and you cannot get the answer from the leader." The leader of Nestorianism still did not answer.

He naturally knew who the Nestorian Son was.

But the Holy Son of Nestorianism has entrusted him many times, absolutely not to reveal his identity.

If not, even if the Son ascended the throne in the future, it would be impossible for Tang Jiangshan to make Nestorianism the state religion.

Therefore, the leader of Nestorianism never thought of exposing the identity of Nestorianism.

"Yes, I am indeed not your opponent."

"But apart from me, it doesn't mean that no one is your opponent."

Li Er sneered.

He looked at the Nestorian leader with cold eyes.

At the same time, his right hand rested on Yang Fei's shoulder, the meaning was very obvious.

Chapter 579 But It Doesn't Mean King Han

The Nestorian leader's expression suddenly became serious.

He had been in Datang territory for so many years, but he had never heard anything about King Han in the past few years.

Later, after Hanwang was rewarded, within a short period of one year, it was like a rising sun shining on the entire Tang Dynasty.

Whether the leader of Nestorianism is willing to admit it or not, in the past year, the news he has heard the most is about the young King of Han.

Hanwang has the power to turn decay into magic!

As if in his hands, nothing is impossible.

Therefore, when Li Er mentioned Yang Fei, the Nestorian leader's heart beat heavily.

He frowned slightly and looked at Yang Fei, wondering what power in the world could defeat ten thousand war slaves?

"King of Han, if you have any skills, you should use them as soon as possible. I have no time to spend with you." The Nestorian leader said in a deep voice.

At the same time, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

In order to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, he once again urged the Nestorian senior management to command the slaves to attack quickly.

At this time, Chai Shao, Li Jing and others were under great pressure.

Even if more than 1000 top experts are gathered.

But in the face of [-] war slaves, this war will be the death period of Chai Shao, Li Jing and others.

This is not a fair decisive battle, it is a war between monsters and humans.

It is impossible for Datang to win with his current strength.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for Li Er's second hand, which is the hole card in Yang Fei's hand.

This hunting in the eastern suburbs, there is a trump card that no one knows, so they dare to officially launch it.

"That's right, I don't have the time to spend with you!"

"Generals, obey my king's order and retreat immediately!"

Yang Fei nodded in agreement.

This hunt in the eastern suburbs had two purposes.

The first purpose is to draw out the forces of Nestorianism and war slaves to eliminate them.

The second purpose is to discover the identity of the Nestorian Son after the prince.

The former is achieved.

But the latter is clearly not possible today.

Therefore, we can only eliminate the power of the war slaves first, and completely crush the strength of the Nestorian leader and others.

After Li Jing and other generals heard Yang Fei's order, they were taken aback for a moment, and then quickly retreated to distance themselves from Zhan Nu.

But because they did not stop Zhan Nu's attack, Zhan Nu rushed towards Li Er at a faster speed, and there was less than ten meters left.

Right in front of the Dragon Seat, there are three thousand forbidden troops led by Li Junxian guarding here.

Seeing the army of war slaves getting closer and closer, the royal relatives and relatives in the middle of the plain were all scared to death.

One by one screamed in terror, and approached Li Erlong to the rear left, seeking shelter.

At the same time, the Nestorian leader and other high-level officials looked at Yang Fei solemnly, not understanding what Yang Fei was going to do.

But one thing is certain, at this moment they all have a strange feeling, a great uneasiness shrouded in their hearts.

"Li Junxian, the bomber dropped the bomb."

Yang Fei shouted suddenly.

The words fall...

Li Junxian, the commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army, started to act immediately.

He skillfully took out a simplified grenade from a bag on his waist.