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Jiang Zhe and the other two lowered their heads, considering whether this matter was feasible.

Hongming pressed the pressure further: "You can think about it some more. It hasn't been that long, and my army hasn't even had its fill of slaughter yet!"

The three of them then realized what was happening.

Hongming appeared to be negotiating with them, but in reality, the Northern Wei army behind him was truly about to attack.

Jiang Zhe dared not hesitate and had no choice but to speak: "General, this matter is of great importance, we must consult with your superiors!"

He also knew that Hongming was putting pressure on him at this moment.

But he had no choice; what if all 300,000 troops were wiped out?

He'd rather die here than return to the capital with several generals and guards.

Hongming nodded: "Of course, I know you can't make the decision. We can let the three of you messengers go."

"However, we are only responsible for releasing people; whether they can reach your Great Qian capital is not up to us."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhe shook his head and smiled helplessly.

He never expected that even at this point, Hongming would still be putting pressure on him.

"In that case, allow me to select three people to accompany the Commander into Le City!"

Jiang Zhe left a message and planned to lead the group back to the main tent.

However, he had just turned around and hadn't even taken a step yet.

He was interrupted by Hongming behind him: "General Jiang, don't be in such a hurry."

"Hmm? Is there anything else, Commander?" Jiang Zhe turned around and looked at Hongming with a puzzled expression.

Logically speaking, if the other party has put forward conditions, he should at least be given some time to discuss them.

We can't force them to agree as soon as we open our mouths, can we?

Of course, even if Hongming really wanted them to agree on the spot.

They had no way to retaliate.

"You can leave, but leave him here! This man is a sign of your sincerity!" Hongming pointed his broadsword at Fang He, who was being held by three men.

The moment the broadsword was swung, Jiang Zhe and the other two actually took a step back at the same time.

There was no way around it; Hongming, being a seventh-rank martial artist, possessed an exceptionally sharp blade.

With the combined strength of the three of them, they simply couldn't stop them.

Seeing that the other party only wanted Fang He, Jiang Zhe quickly waved his hand: "General, this is such a small matter, is it necessary to go to such great lengths? With just a word from you, General, we sent Fang He back to Lecheng yesterday."

Jiang Zhe waved his hand, and the three people behind him, sweating profusely, stepped forward and gently pushed Fang Heping in front of Hongming.

After placing it, he retreated behind Jiang Zhe at an extremely fast speed.

"General, is there any other problem?" Jiang Zhe asked nervously.

Hongming shook his head and ordered, "All troops, listen to my command! Retreat!"

At a single command, the Northern Wei army, which had been slaughtering everyone in the Daqian camp, simultaneously ceased their actions.

He cautiously stared at the trembling Daqian soldiers around him and slowly retreated.

This is the south gate of Lecheng.

A young man dressed in black armor, riding a red horse and holding a dark red spear, arrived alone at the city gate.

As soon as he reached the city gate, he slammed his spear into the ground.

With a disgruntled expression, he shouted, "I am Wang Dong, a general of Western Shu! Garrison commander of Lecheng, open the city gates immediately and welcome me!"

At this moment, he was unaware that the garrison of Lecheng had been replaced by the Northern Wei from the Daqian Dynasty a few days earlier.

After learning yesterday that the Western Shu army was coming, Chen Nan ordered his men to take down the military flags on the city wall overnight.

Therefore, Wang Dong still naively believes that the garrison of Lecheng will welcome him from ten miles away!

At the beginning, when he set off from Western Shu, the ruler of Western Shu specifically instructed him to be very polite when he met Jiang Zhe's army.

At that time, he didn't take those words seriously at all.

He's a man who has broken through to the seventh rank of martial artist.

Is it necessary to be subservient to a group of fourth or fifth-rank martial artists?

There is absolutely no need for that.

At his shout, two or three heads appeared above the south gate of Lecheng.

"Who goes down below the city walls? State your name immediately!" the garrison soldier demanded in a loud voice.

Wang Dong, already somewhat impatient, became even more furious: "Damn it, are all the people of Daqian deaf?"

"Didn't you hear me? I'm Wang Dong from Western Shu! I'm here to save you! Open the city gates at once!"

"What? You are Wang Dong of Western Shu?" The guard suppressed a laugh and spoke again.

The two sides were not close, and the guard was just an ordinary soldier.

They didn't see the expression on Wang Dong's face at all.

However, as a seventh-rank martial artist, Wang Dong could clearly see the soldiers on the city wall laughing at him from a great distance.

He immediately flew into a rage and shouted, "Damn it, are all the generals of your Great Qian Dynasty dead?"

"Knowing I was coming, instead of welcoming me, you dare to turn me away?"

"Let's not even talk about whether your Great Qian Empress knows about this matter."

"Do you know that several years ago, when I went to your Great Qian Dynasty?"

"Even that so-called Prince Zhenbei, Chen Nan, has to be respectful to me."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers on the city wall were stunned for a long time.

You looked at me, I looked at you, and no one dared to say a word.

Chen Nan's task for them was to provoke Wang Dong.

At first, they thought the task would be quite difficult.

After all, he was a seventh-rank martial artist.

As everyone knows, becoming a seventh-rank martial artist requires more than just high martial prowess.

They also emphasize self-cultivation and character building, only then can they hope to break through to the eighth rank of martial artist.

However, they were quite surprised when they saw Wang Dong.

Good grief, they didn't need to be provoked at all.

Before they even started mocking him, Wang Dong had already completely fallen into a self-indulgent mode.

As the mortal enemy of the Great Qian Dynasty, the Northern Wei Dynasty knew Chen Nan's methods better than anyone else.

Why would a high and mighty Prince Zhennan have to bow and scrape before a mere seventh-rank martial artist like you?

And it wasn't even now, it was several years ago.

They had heard that Chen Nan's martial arts strength was estimated to have already broken through to the eighth rank.

In comparison, those so-called "ox-horse" and "Wang Dong" are not even qualified to carry Chen Shuai's shoes.

Left with no other choice, the group sent someone to report the situation to Chen Nan.

Wang Dong, on the other hand, shouted for a long time at the city gate.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he cursed a couple of times before returning to his camp.

Meanwhile, the representative chosen by the group to report to Chen Nan was running rapidly down the street when he unexpectedly ran into Hongming and the others who had brought Fang He back.

Seeing this, Hongming asked in confusion, "Why are you in such a hurry? Where are you going?"

The soldier replied, "General, the Western Shu army has arrived at the South Gate. That bastard Wang Dong is truly uncivilized."

"It's one thing to be rude, but to dare to insult our Commander Chen is another. I'm about to report this to him."

"What? You mean Wang Dong insulted Chen Nan?" Hongming's eyes widened, and he pulled the soldier who had already run out back.

"Don't report it yet. I'll go with you and see who dares to insult Chen Nan."

As Hongming spoke, he turned around and instructed, "Hongze, have someone keep a close watch on Fang He."

"I'm going to the South Gate to see how many heads Wang Dong has."

Hongze sighed, watching Hongming jog away along the path, and shook his head: "Alas, daughters grow up and leave home!"