Chapter 57 (2/2)
After Li Zhi led the crowd to catch up, he didn't let people catch up. The purpose of catching up was to show Dashang's national prestige.
Li Zhi was very happy with the beautiful battle. Then he rewarded his opponent.
Li Zhi, however, squints and waits for better news.
No one found it in the temporary tent. At this time, one person was missing, but Jiang Hengchu felt something was wrong. After searching for it, he couldn't help asking, ”where is Wen Huan?”
Li Zhi took an enigmatic look at Jiang Hengchu.
He said to Jiang Hengchu, ”there's something else important.”
Just at this time, the outside heralds came in: ”newspaper, your majesty, general Jiang has sent a successful report, which has destroyed the Baiyue rear area.”
Li Zhi was overjoyed and said, ”send someone to meet him.”
Jiang Hengchu knew that his son had been sent out by Li Zhi and directly destroyed the rear area.
Jiang Hengchu has a deeper understanding of this mysterious King Zhou. Especially when he was fighting just now, Jiang Hengchu found that Li Zhi's endless means and strange weapons had caused so much damage to his Baiyue who had been fighting for many years.
I'm afraid these injuries are the biggest in the war with Baiyue in the past ten years.
At this time, Li Zhi said to Jiang Hengchu, ”dongbohou, you have been fighting with Baiyue people for many years. Naturally, you know the fighting power of Baiyue. What's the fighting power of Baiyue?”
At this time, Jiang Hengchu quickly said: ”report back to your majesty, I have been fighting with Baiyue for many years, and naturally know the details.”
At the same time, Jiang Hengchu said in his heart that if King Zhou asked himself, he had to answer truthfully. In fact, he wanted to hide himself.
But after seeing the king of Zhou with a secret mind, he did not dare to think more.
He said: ”in fact, Baiyue is a tribe, self-sufficient, and mandrill is the king of its largest tribe, not the highest leader of Baiyue! The highest leader of Baiyue is Yue Nantian, the leader of Baiyue God cult