Zhao Lian has been a soldier all his life and naturally knows the meaning of Chen Qiu's words.

He stared at the eyes and clenched his fists.

Shouted:

"You want my soldiers to turn against you?"

"Not me."

Chen Qiu stretched out his finger and shook it.

Seriously explained:

"Mr. Chen has no interest in the world. Those good men from the border army want to be loyal to them are descendants of the Great Chu!

This is not called turning against you.

It was originally a pseudo-dynasty established by usurpers, so what orthodox is there to say? It should be called ‘rejection’.”

"wishful thinking!"

Zhao Lian is as fierce as a tiger.

He stepped forward and reached out to Chen Qiu's chest.

Said in a deep voice:

"Even if you kill me, I won't be so crazy!"

"Why should I kill you an old man?"

Chen Qiu's tone became colder.

He reached out and held Weihou's fingers and pushed them out little by little. The old man blushed and tried his best, but he could not stop his finger from being pushed away.

He was like marching with a giant beast.

"If you don't do it, then wait here with peace of mind. Chen won't take your life. You will see that your clown-like nephew will defeat the last bit of national destiny in the southern country."

"When Lin'an City is broken and the southern country is destroyed, no matter how stubborn you are, the soldiers will find a way out! At that time, can you stop them?"

"Wild, why don't you understand?"

Chen Qiu sighed and said:

"The moment your nephew Zhao Biao colluded with Penglai, the countdown to the demise of the southern country was no longer stopped. You tried your best to die and protect it, just a thing that was destined to collapse."

"You are its last backer. Now, the backer has fallen, and you can no longer protect it. Being a loyal minister of the Great Chu and protecting your Zhao family lineage is the last decent I will give to Weihou on behalf of my family Qingqing.

If Marquis Wei doesn’t want to be decent, I won’t stop you.”

"Bang"

Chen Qiu's fingers loosened, and Weihou staggered and fell to the ground.

The white-haired old man collapsed on the ground.

He was not knocked down by force.

But at this time, his face was haggard, like a drooping old man with his backbone bent down, bent over by the pressure of life.

"Zhang Chu will not miss this good opportunity."

Chen Qiu said:

"Your Qilu border troops are fighting all the best, and you can't stop the heavy troops of the northern country. The soldiers serve you with loyalty. As the commander, you should also think about the lives of the soldiers."
Chapter completed!