Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

Under the city of Xiqi.

The merchant army formed a square formation and densely occupied the entire area.

"Xiqi rat, why don't you come out and fight me!"

Huang Feihu, King Wucheng of the Shang Dynasty, was sitting on a colorful sacred bull, holding a golden hammer in one hand and shouting curses at the tower.

If it were a normal situation, the disciples of Chanjiao, who had always been unafraid of anything, would naturally go out of the city to fight.

However, several days of avoiding battle gradually boosted the low morale of the merchant army.

"Uncle Master, why don't you let me fight?"

Huang Tianhua, a disciple of the Chan Cult, looked puzzled at Jiang Ziya, who was sitting leisurely on the seat moved by the soldiers.

Jiang Ziya's expression was calm, but his eyes showed strong confidence.

"Tianhua, the reason why my uncle doesn't let you fight is because you haven't had the chance yet."

Jiang Ziya slowly picked up the teacup on the desk next to him and took a sip.

Even after finishing, he picked up the government affairs recorded on the bamboo slips and handled them in front of everyone.

It seems that this place has been regarded as an office environment.

"But are we going to let this thief be so arrogant?"

Now that Jiang Ziya has given an explanation, Huang Tianhua's violent temper has only slightly reduced.

The desire to fight was still shining in his pupils.

"In that case, go out and fight Tianhua."

"But you have to remember that you must give your name before the fight starts."

Jiang Ziya finally gave Huang Tianhua a chance, but reminded the latter to tell his name and origin before fighting.

"Don't worry, uncle."

Although Huang Tianhua was confused, he thought that he would be able to fight happily as soon as he thought about it.

This doubt was immediately thrown away from his mind.

"Open the city gate!"

Yelling at the soldiers below, Huang Tianhua whistled into the city gate, and two silver hammers suddenly appeared in his hands.

Then he gathered his feet and jumped straight from the tower.

"Hoohoho!"

The moment the city gate opened, Mo Qilin galloped out and very accurately caught Huang Tianhua who jumped down from the city tower.

"Shang Dynasty thieves should not be so arrogant, let me, Huang Tianhua, take your head to show off my military power!"

Huang Tianhua, who completed the combination with Mo Qilin, followed Jiang Ziya's instructions and gave his name.

"Huang Tianhua?"

Huang Feihu on the colorful sacred cow suddenly lost his focus.

But at this time, Huang Tianhua on the opposite side had already controlled Mo Qilin to attack, and the silver hammers moved up and down, attacking both offensively and defensively.

"Don't be mad!"

Faced with this attack, Huang Feihu had to regain his strength from his daze.

The golden hammer in his hand took it hard without any sign of weakness.

"Dang" sound.

The silver hammer and the golden hammer collided in mid-air. Huang Feihu and Huang Tianhua's mounts, the colorful sacred bull and Mo Qilin, took two steps back at the same time.

"and many more!"

As soon as the battle struck, Huang Feihu immediately spoke to stop Huang Tianhua from continuing to attack.

Even though the hope was slim, he had to ask clearly.

"Your name is Huang Tianhua?" he asked quickly.

"You don't care who I am!" Huang Tianhua was so powerful that he was about to hit him again with his hammer.

Huang Feihu was helpless.

It can only be connected hard with a hammer.

The two sides immediately started fighting, hammering back and forth.

The two sides had exchanged dozens of moves in an instant.

Just as the two separated and planned to fight again, Jiang Ziya's voice slowly floated from the city gate tower.

"Master Tianhua's nephew, withdraw your troops first."

Huang Feihu was relieved.

Since the battle, he has become more and more frightened. This child is very similar to him when he was young.

Plus the name is the same.

He really can't take action until he understands it.

.......

Huang Tianhua's face was full of shock, and with a bad temper, he turned and shouted at the city gate tower: "Uncle, why are you withdrawing your troops at this time? My nephew, I haven't used my full strength yet?

Although Huang Tianhua was dissatisfied, he still obeyed Jiang Ziya's orders and was waiting to return to the city when Jiang Ziya's voice came again.

"Senior nephew Tianhua, the person you are fighting against now is King Wu Cheng of Chengtang."

"I am also your biological father. I have kept you away from fighting these days just to protect the relationship between you and your son."

"what?"

Huang Tianhua's face was full of shock, and he controlled Mo Qilin at his feet to gradually approach Huang Feihu opposite.

"Are you really a god for me?" Huang Feihu was equally shocked.

Jiang Ziya's voice did not separate the latter, or maybe Jiang Ziya said this deliberately.

Huang Tianhua rode Mo Qilin around Huang Feihu several times, staring hard at Huang Feihu's face.

He meditated on the spot for a few minutes, then controlled Mo Qilin to fly into the air.

Instead of returning to Xiqi, he flew towards the clouds.

As a strange beast, Mo Qilin naturally has the ability to soar into the clouds and ride on the mist.

"Uncle Master, I will go back to the mountain to find my master for verification on this matter."

These words came from the horizon.

"Heavenly!"

Huang Feihu shouted at Huang Tianhua, who was gradually disappearing into the clouds. Jiang Ziya was now the Prime Minister of Xiqi, and there was absolutely no possibility of deceiving him.

And he is not Li Jing, who can kill his own children for the late emperor.

"King Wu Cheng, since we have avoided fighting for two days today, we will have a duel on the battlefield tomorrow."

Above the city gate tower, Jiang Ziya was standing beside Yang Jian in high spirits.

Huang Feihu raised the tea cup in his hand and looked at it from a distance, his posture more confident than before.

"Huh, tomorrow is tomorrow." Huang Feihu snorted coldly and led his family to withdraw the soldiers.

"Yang Jian, how sure are you that you can capture King Tang Wucheng?"

As Huang Feihu left, Jiang Ziya slowly looked at Yang Jian beside him.

"Back to my uncle, if there is a battle between two armies, I don't have much confidence in capturing him, but if it's a one-on-one fight, my nephew is 100% sure."

Yang Jian answered respectfully.

"That's good. Tomorrow you will go to battle and capture King Wu Cheng, and vigorously demoralize the merchant army."

"Nephew understands."

.......

"General Deng!"

"I heard that the grand master has returned to Chaoge and is now dispatching troops and generals with the king. It won't be long before he can come in person to support us."

In the commander's tent, Deng Chanyu and other generals listened to the news brought by the messenger.

Huang Feihu asked: "How many troops will the king prepare to send this time?"

"15 million!"

"Adding the soldiers on the front line and deploying some soldiers from various levels, there will be an army of 30 gathered here."

"If the war continues to rage, another 50 troops will be deployed without damaging the defense of the checkpoint, bringing the total to 80 troops."

"But I don't think we need such a large army."

The messenger conveyed the news brought by Emperor Xin in detail, and even added some of his own opinions.

It's just Xiqi, how could it possibly need 80 troops to come?

Moreover, these 80 troops should be mobilized without endangering the soldiers at each checkpoint.

If the Shang Dynasty were to attack them all at all costs, they would definitely have an army of one million.

But this will consume a lot of national capital. Who can provide food and drink for these 100 million people a day for so long?

So this is just a hypothesis.

"The king is really courageous, but with the capital of our Shang Dynasty, we can still support the equipment of 30 troops."

What Deng Chanyu said here about supporting the 30-strong army was not just a temporary battle, but a war of attrition carried out according to her original plan.

Their Sanshan Pass alone had purchased a lot of supplies, even though some were destroyed.

But no problem.

Not to mention the supply support from Chaoge City behind.

The history of the Shang Dynasty for hundreds of years is not comparable to that of Xiqi.

It is definitely enough to consume Xiqi to death.

"Marshal Huang, I, Shen Gongbao, am here again."