Eastern China, Chen Jing.

Countless people are eagerly looking forward to the final outcome of this long-running battle.

It's just that people's positions seem to be somewhat different.

The people hope that Chen Fan will win and formally become the master of Chen. The officials pray at home and never let Chen Fan attack the city. Otherwise, how can they survive?

As for Chen Yi, he is different from everyone else.

At this moment, he is sitting on the dragon chair of the Chaolu Hall, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, wearing a sparse head, and holding the royal jade seal in his left hand.

This is already the dress of the highest standard as an emperor.

In general, except when offering sacrifices to the heavens or ancestors, Chen Yi rarely wears such complicated and restrained dragon robes.

But today is different. Chen Yi knows in his heart that his nine-fifth position has come to the most critical moment. In case Chen Fan wins this time, he may have to say goodbye to the dragon chair and dragon robe in this life.

Therefore, Chen Yi couldn't bear to give up his throne, and couldn't bear to give up the complicated and cumbersome dragon robe.

The Chaolu Hall was extremely quiet.

Unlike the previous situation where hundreds of civil and military officials stood respectfully during the court meeting, there were only two people in the hall at this time.

Chen Yi, and Jiang Ming!

Neither of them spoke, looking deep in the direction of the East City Gate.

There, Chen Fan attacked.

After a long time, Chen Yi seemed to sigh faintly, and then a voice that was not very confident came.

"I heard... Then Chen Fan chose to divide his troops, and now only brings 200,000 people here?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Ming's answer was very succinct, and it didn't seem to be too far to talk about it. However, Chen Yi did not notice this anomaly.

At this time, he was only thinking about the battle between the two armies, how could he have the intention to think about anything else?

"Chen Fan, as expected, is very similar to his elder brother. At this time, he can still divide the troops. The Daliang group may really pose a powerful threat to Da Chen in the future!"

Having said this, Chen Yi suddenly changed his words: "But does he think that our Fang Shuai is a general generation?"

"In a one-on-one situation, my Fang Shuai always wins by crushing!"

In these circumstances, Chen Yi had no way of retreating after placing all the treasures on Fang Muzhi.

He should have confidence.

Throughout the rise of Fang Muzhi for so many years, the battlefield has not seen a defeat.

Especially good at fighting more with less, the most exaggerated one is one enemy ten, leading a hundred thousand defenders, and resisting the rebels who claim to be a million army.

That time, Fang Muzhi also retreated to the city, relying on the strength of the city to deal with the enemy forces, and eventually consumed the opponent to death.

It was after the end of that battle that Fang Muzhi became famous, and he became the military **** of Da Chen, and was named the General Marshal of soldiers and horses, and commanded the soldiers and horses of the world.

Now, on the one hand, Fang Muzhi, who is holding on to the majestic and majestic city of the capital, on the other hand, is Chen Fan, who has only 200,000 troops left.

"After all, our Yulin Guards are not the general ones, and there are nearly 200,000 guards in the city."

Chen Yi's mentality is fairly good. He thinks that there are also 200,000 people. One side is attacking the city and the other is holding on. In addition, Shang Muzhi has always been a magical way of using troops and strange tricks. This time he has the chance of winning. It's still big.

Chen Yi muttered to himself and didn't get Jiang Ming's response. He looked back with some doubts, only to find that Jiang Ming was looking at his back, seeming a little dazed.

"Why don't you answer me?"

Jiang Ming was shocked and immediately lowered his head, his tone seemed a little low.

"Your Majesty said, this time, there should be nothing wrong."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi took a deep breath. He was nervous now and urgently needed someone to comfort him.

Jiang Ming took this responsibility well, because at this moment, the **** beside him was the only person Chen Yi could trust.

But when Chen Yi turned his head, he didn't realize that after Jiang Ming answered, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, revealing a chilling smile.

Should be okay?

not necessarily!