The troops of the 23rd Legion are now in an ordinary town in the Baiyue Dynasty.
After breaking through Longhou City, the heartland of Baiyue was before them. Han Xin used the same trick again, dividing his troops to consume the resources and population of the heartland of Baiyue.
Now they all know that the Baiyue Dynasty's front line is shrinking.
Especially after Peng Yue, Zhou Yafu and Lu Xun advanced successively from three directions, the Baiyue Dynasty's capital, Thang Long, was surrounded.
With the main army attracting firepower, the rebel players can wreak havoc without restraint.
When Zhao Dongliang was doing nothing, suddenly, the sound of the magic weapon sounded, waking him up from his daze.
There are new commands.
Everyone around looked at Zhao Dongliang excitedly. As soon as he activated the sound transmission magic weapon, a serious voice came from it.
"Marshal Han Xin has ordered the entire army to assemble in Beijiang Prefecture."
Han Xin ordered a large assembly.
All the players were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Bac Giang Prefecture is not far from Thang Long Imperial Capital. Gathering in Bac Giang Prefecture means that Han Xin is preparing to attack Thang Long Imperial Capital.
All players know that the final battle to destroy the Baiyue Dynasty is about to come.
This is the second large-scale gathering after Longhou City.
Without being urged, almost all the players who had dispersed into the land of Baiyue began to gather in the direction of Beijiang Prefecture.
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"Do you want to become a saint?"
"Of course I do!"
call!
Zhang Liang opened his eyes from his dream, frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then got up and washed.
As soon as we arrived at the dining hall, the boy came to report.
"Sir, there is an old man outside the door who wants to see you and wants to give you an opportunity."
"Old man?"
"Yes."
"Please let him in!"
After a while, an old man with white hair and a youthful face came in led by a boy. The old man looked at Zhang Liang with deep eyes and nodded with satisfaction.
"I heard that you are the reincarnation of Zhang Liang, so I came here because of your reputation."
"Please sit down!"
Zhang Liang leisurely pointed to the seat next to him and looked at the old man carefully.
"In your previous life, sir, you created the powerful Han Dynasty and made immeasurable contributions. If you can get more help from others, you can expect to become a saint." The old man said with a smile.
"Old sir, please speak frankly." Zhang Liang remained expressionless, drank a cup of tea leisurely, and said lightly.
"This is an opportunity for you, sir." The old man took out a brocade bag from his arms and placed it on Zhang Liang's desk.
"Old sir, do you have anything to ask of me?"
"No, I have nothing to ask of you. I am only offering you an opportunity. If we are destined to meet again in the future, I will take my leave now."
"No need to see me off." Zhang Liang clasped his fists and said.
The old man clasped his fists, and the moment he turned around, his eyes became deep.
Watching the old man leave, Zhang Liang turned his head to look at the brocade bag on the table, picked it up and opened it.
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