I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

Xue Zhen's lips moved as he tried to lower his voice and said, "Sir, things have come to this point. Why don't we just..."

"Shut up!" Chen Liu shouted loudly. He knew what Xue Zhen meant by the second half of the sentence without having to listen.

It was nothing more than a retreat, but he, Chen Liushou, went to war holding the Emperor's Sword, how could he retreat just like that!

The big tent fell into silence. After a while, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

"My lord! My lord!"

"Kongwang is personally leading 10,000 soldiers and horses straight to the central army camp. Please stay out of the way for a while!"

Chen Liu suddenly drew out the Emperor's Sword and said, "Notify everyone in the East Factory, follow me!"

Xue Zhen's face changed. This was a master from the East Factory. This was the guy that Chenliu used as his trump card. Although his reputation was not as exaggerated as that of the Dragon Guard, and he usually did tasks like arresting officials.

But Xue Zhen knew very well how strong the combat effectiveness of this group of people was. Each of them was a martial arts master. Except for the lack of mutual coordination between the armies, the rest were all top-notch.

There are only a thousand or so masters like this in the East Factory, and one less death is one less.

It can be said that using it in the current situation and confronting the enemy's infantry head-on would be a huge waste!

"Sir, the situation is not yet at this stage. It would be better for the elite troops of the East Factory to take action later."

"No need to persuade me anymore!" Chen Liu raised one hand and looked outside the tent with a fierce look.

"The East Factory hasn't appeared on the battlefield for a long time. I'm afraid Zhao's son has long forgotten the East Factory's reputation. Today, I will let him know that the East Factory's sword has not yet rusted!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Liu directly inserted the Emperor's Sword on the table and turned to walk out of the tent.

A moment later, many masters of the East Factory, led by Wei Yong, gathered in front of Chen Liu.

"Are you all ready?" Chen Liu's voice was a little low. Since they captured the capital of Zhao State ten years ago, this group of people has never participated in a large-scale war.

The reason is very simple. Chen Liu really doesn't want to see anyone else die.

These guys are now the masters of the East Factory, but if we go back ten or twenty years, they were an entire generation of the Daduan underworld.

"Sir, it's been prepared for a long time." Wei Yong grinned.

"That's right! We've been preparing for this for a long time. My Lord, just give the order. They are just the running dogs of the Zhao orphan. We killed quite a few of them ten years ago!"

Chen Liu slowly took a long sword from Wei Yong's hand and said, "Everyone, listen up and follow me into the battle."

When Chen Liu, Wei Yong and other experts walked out of the camp, they could already vaguely see the rebel flag.

"Wei Yong! Hold up my banner, charge forward!"

"Everyone, listen up! Don't worry about my safety, don't worry about my life or death. Follow the commander's flag and charge!"

"kill!"

The East Factory, which is already full of experts, can still burst out with the momentum of ten thousand people even if it only has a thousand people.

The addition of this new force gave the central army, which was on the verge of collapse, a sigh of relief.

In the chaotic battle, swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The masters of the East Factory led by Chen Liu were like a sharp blade piercing the heart of the rebels...

On the top of a high mountain far from the center of the battlefield, the view is wide and the situation of the entire battlefield can be seen at a glance.

At this time, a staggering old man, supported by two middle-aged generals, slowly came to the top of the mountain.

After just one glance, a general frowned and said, "Sir, the war situation is not optimistic. When should we take action?"

The old man's face showed no sign of nervousness. Instead, he pointed to the center of the battlefield with a smile and said, "Look, Chen Liu, that reckless man, has led his men in again."

"That's what he did back then, and ultimately ruined half a generation of true Jianghu people."

"Sir, aren't we going to take action yet?" The two generals looked at each other and asked again.

The old man shook his head calmly: "Don't worry. Since Chen Liu has already committed himself to the game, the bait is so big that it is impossible for Prince Zhao not to be tempted."

"In that case, let's play the long game and catch the big fish, and win in one battle!"

The two generals were sweating in their hearts. Only you, who else would dare to say such a thing as using Chenliu as bait?

I'm afraid I won't even know how I died.

The identity of this old man is obviously clear, he is the military god of Da Duan, Mu Songfeng.

With the same number of troops and at the same time, while Chenliu was still fighting hard, Mu Songfeng had already successfully recaptured the entire Qianzhou.

Although this is related to the fact that Chenliu is directly facing Prince Zhao and Kongwang, two commander-level figures who can command large troops.

But even so, the gap is obvious.

After they waited patiently for a full quarter of an hour, Mu Songfeng sighed lightly.

"Never mind. It seems that Prince Zhao is very cautious."

"Let's do it. Send reinforcements from the flanks. Since Prince Zhao is unwilling to come, then we can capture his uncle."

"Yes!"

A general responded, turned around and ran down the mountain.

"Sir, the weather is cold, why don't we go down too." Another person said, his eyes full of worry.

Ever since Mu Songfeng led his troops to defeat Qianzhou, he discovered that Yezhou City was an extremely tough nut to crack, so he immediately decided to travel thousands of miles and attack at night. He has just arrived here.

He didn't have any problems, but he was afraid that something might happen to this Great Military God. Now he had to rely on Mu Songfeng.

"It's just a little wind, nothing serious." Mu Songfeng said lightly, staring at the battle situation below.

At this time, in the center of the battlefield, Chen Liu had been killed and turned into a bloody mass. The number of East Factory masters around him was getting smaller and smaller, with only a few hundred people left.

"Wei Yong! Charge for me!"

Chen Liu roared angrily, knocked down a man with a knife, and looked forward.

Looking at Wei Yong who was holding the commander's flag, most of the soldiers in the guarding camp around him had been killed.

"Chenliu! You will die here today!" The voice of Kongwang came from nowhere, but what was certain was that he was also on this battlefield.

"Stop talking nonsense to me! If you have the ability, come out and fight me. I will challenge you to a duel!" Chen Liu cursed loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of shouting and killing behind him.

Chen Liu's heart tightened and he quickly turned his head to look. He saw Xue Zhen, holding a spear, breaking through the enemy formation as if he was born to be human. Behind him followed his direct subordinates from the imperial capital's defense army.

"Xue Zhen! Why are you here?" Chen Liu asked loudly.

He has now burned his boats, but even if Chen Liu dies, Xue Zhen can still take charge of the situation.

But if Xue Zhen also died here, the Daduan army would be completely finished.

Xue Zhen, who was sitting on a tall horse, kept waving the spear in his hand and rushed to Chen Liu in a blink of an eye.

"Sir, Marshal Mu is leading his troops to support us. We will definitely win the battle today!"

Chen Liu was stunned for a moment, then asked in disbelief, "Marshal Mu? Are you saying Mu Songfeng is here?"

"Exactly."

Hearing this, Chen Liu felt as if he had received a shot of cardiac stimulant. He looked radiant and the sword in his hand seemed to become lighter.

Before we knew it, it was already evening, and the blood-red setting sun hung in the sky.

Inside the central army camp of Prince Zhao, the same words as those spoken by Chen Liu not long ago were shouted out by Prince Zhao.

"How could Mu Songfeng, with over a hundred thousand men, come here quietly?"

"Don't you see that there's something amiss with Jiazi and Yichou in Yezhou?"

Si Chen, one of the twelve death warriors, said with a stiff upper lip, "Your Highness, please move. This place is no longer safe."

Prince Zhao collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon. "Move? Where can I move to?"

"Once Yunzhou falls, where else can we go? Are we going to Yezhou and wait to be surrounded?"