Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

"This battle is not easy, uncle, we have to change our deployment." Yan Nansheng's words were steady and powerful, making General Xie secretly glad.

Looking at his increasingly calm niece, he seemed to see hope for Daqing.

God will not destroy Daqing!

Yan Nansheng's expression was calm. Apart from the hatred in his eyes, there was no trace of panic or helplessness at all.

It seems that Sheng'er is confident.

If Yan Nansheng knew at this moment that General Xie just thought she was confident, she would definitely be proud of him.

She was more than sure.

She planned to attack the lairs of Tatar and Da Zhou, two wolves and hyenas.

Expand the territory of Daqing.

You know, in her time and space, these two places were within the territory of China!

After Yan Nansheng treated his two cousins, he took Mo Qing out of the military camp.

The two of them quietly returned to their original place, and Yan Nansheng used his mental power to search for clues everywhere.

After some effort, she finally found some clues.

Following these clues, she found the horse trail.

In the grass behind a slope not far from the environment, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe was lying.

Maybe it was because Yan Nansheng broke his formation with such force that he suffered the backlash. He was unconscious at this moment, with blood at the corner of his mouth, and blood spurting all around him.

"Take him back." Yan Nansheng tapped him a few times and let Mo Qing take him away.

After returning to the camp, Yan Nansheng decided to interrogate the Taoist priest overnight.

Inside the tent, lights flickered.

The strategist was tied to a pillar. He slowly woke up and saw the surrounding environment with fear and anxiety in his eyes.

Yan Nansheng sat right in front of him, looking at him with cold eyes.

Mo Qing stood aside, his face stern and exuding majesty.

Yan Nansheng said, "Tell me, who sent you?"

The counselor trembled and said, "You...you can't kill me. I am the counselor of the Great Zhou. If you kill me, the Great Zhou will not let you go."

Yan Nansheng sneered: "You used such despicable means to plot against my Xie family army, today is the day you die."

Yan Nansheng stood up, slowly walked to the counselor and grabbed his collar: "Do you think we are afraid of the Great Zhou? Guess, if you die, will the generals of the Great Zhou come to collect your body? Or do they dare to come to collect your body?"

The counselor's crying stopped abruptly.

He knew clearly that although the Great Zhou army was large in number, its strength was far inferior to that of the Xie family army.

An army of 300,000 may sound scary, but in reality, they had to fight hard to defeat Daqing's army of 50,000.

What's more, the Xie family army was recognized by several neighboring countries as elite soldiers and good generals. In particular, they defeated the Tatar army, which was known for its ferocity, and made it unable to fight back, and even retreated back to its old nest in the grassland and dared not come out.

If it weren't for his illusion array and strategy that trapped several major generals of the Xie family, how could the Great Zhou have killed so many soldiers of the Xie family.

"You, you, you, what do you want? I have made great contributions to the Great Zhou. The Great Zhou will not give up on me easily. How about..." The strategist's voice trembled.

"Oh? Not as good as what?" Yan Nansheng's eyes revealed a hint of curiosity.

The counselor lowered his head to hide the cold light in his eyes and said, "Why don't you ask General Muzepal for some things with me? Although I am just a small counselor, the general still values ​​me very much. Although Da Zhou is poor and cannot grow food, there are many other good things."

"For example?" Yan Nansheng was also thinking in his mind that the geographical location of Da Zhou was somewhat similar to Xinjiang in his previous life.

I don’t know if the climate is the same. If it is, then wouldn’t this be the best place to grow cotton?

A few years ago, Yan Nansheng took out cotton seeds and selected several suitable places to plant them, but the yield and quality were not satisfactory.

If the climate in Da Zhou is suitable...

No, this Da Zhou must belong to the Daqing Dynasty. Da Zhou Mansion, this name seems to be good too.

The counselors began to enumerate the treasures of the Great Zhou.

"For example, fruits that are sweeter than those in other places, jades of superior quality, and beauties... The beauties in Da Zhou are different from those in Da Qing. Their looks are unique. This young general has not yet tasted the beauties in Da Zhou. The taste... Tsk..."

Yan Nansheng felt extremely disgusted when he heard what the counselor said.

She glared at the counselor and said, "Do you think you can buy me off with these? You think too highly of your Great Zhou."

"What this general lacks the least is treasures and beauties, but it's a pity..."

Yan Nansheng looked the counselor up and down, "It's a pity that those fell into the hands of an ugly person like you who was born with his face on the ground. There is nothing but disgusting."

"You!" The strategist felt even more hatred when he heard Yan Nansheng belittle him like that, but at this moment he could do nothing but curse Yan Nansheng in his heart.

He began to regret what he had done, but it was too late now.

Aren’t you a cultivator? It would be fun to defeat you using the method you are best at, right?

She slowly closed her eyes and used her psychic powers.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the tent became weird.

The strategist only felt a powerful force rushing towards him, as if countless invisible hands were squeezing him.

His breathing became labored and his heartbeat accelerated rapidly.

Yan Nansheng's psychic powers created all kinds of horrifying scenes.

Countless evil spirits appeared before the counselor's eyes, rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws.

He screamed in fear and struggled desperately, but was unable to break free.

Then, countless bloody scenes appeared before his eyes, almost making him collapse.

Those were the innocent souls who died at his hands, killed by his magic, and their deaths were miserable.

There were also the women of the Great Zhou who were abused and tortured to death by him, and the men whose good looks could not be concealed even though their deaths were horrific. They all appeared before his eyes at this moment, with tears and blood in their eyes, which looked very strange.

The counselor's face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His body kept shaking and his eyes were filled with despair and fear.

He finally realized that he was not facing an ordinary major general, but a man with great power, a monk who was much stronger than him.

In extreme fear, the counselor became incontinent.

His pants were soaked and smelled foul.

Yan Nansheng frowned in disgust but did not stop her mental attack.

The counselor could no longer bear this fear, and he shouted loudly: "I confess everything, I confess everything! Please let me go!"

Yan Nansheng stopped his psychic powers and looked at the counselor coldly: "Go ahead, tell me everything you know."

The strategist gasped and began to explain his plan and the mastermind behind it.

His voice was trembling, full of fear and regret.

He recounted how he used the art of Qimen Dunjia to create an illusion array, and how he colluded with the generals of the Great Zhou in an attempt to capture the Xie family army in one fell swoop.

He also revealed the weaknesses and strategic deployment of the Great Zhou army.