The Age of Emperors of All People: I have simulated invincibility

The Ninth Sword...

The tenth sword cut off his head directly...

Everything is silent for an instant!

Kill the king!

The act of slaughtering the king!

Huyanyan was poured with the king's blood all over his body.

But at this moment, he gradually calmed down a lot.

Finally succeeded in revenge.

Now the whole Nanman country is a mess.

Nanman, where do we go from here?

"Report...report..."

"Yan's tens of thousands of troops are less than fifty miles away from the king's capital!"

The messenger rushed to report the news.

At this moment, like a thunderbolt, it exploded instantly!

Chapter 362 Invite Marshal to ascend the throne

The Nanman king was killed.

This is the big deal.

What comes next is obviously bigger!

The scope of involvement is obviously wider!

Dayan's tens of thousands of troops are approaching the city!

A Southern barbarian king died, but the problem was actually not as big as imagined.

They can also continue to pick a new Nanman king. These are all possible, and they are not too big a problem.

But now... the situation is as fast as ever...

Dayan's army is coming!

Dayan's army is obviously not for tourism, he is here to exterminate the race!

If it is not handled properly, the entire Nanman King Capital may become a hell on earth!

Now we can see how to deal with it.

All eyes were on Hu Yanyan, Marshal of the Nanban.

Before, they had always followed the Marshal of the Nanman, and now they could only pin all their hopes on it.

As for the other ones that are not there, don't care, let alone care.

The thoughts in my heart gradually increased.

Gradually, everything in front of me is being torn apart bit by bit.

Torn to the end, leaving you...nowhere to escape!

"Master Marshal!"

"Master Marshal!"

"What should we do now?"

"Master Marshal, you must not leave us alone!"

"That's right, Marshal, now our Nanman's hope is only you!"

"Follow the marshal to the death!"

"Follow the marshal to the death!"

……

The remnants of the southern barbarians couldn't help calling out fiercely...

While talking at the moment, there is... a bright light in his eyes.

All words were completely silent at this moment.

Hu Yanyan, Marshal of the Southern Barbarians, felt unprecedented pressure.

"Master Marshal, why don't you ascend the throne as the Nanman King?"

……

In the crowd, I don't know who yelled such a sentence, which immediately caused countless people to follow suit!

"Welcome to the Marshal's enthronement!"

"Welcome to the Marshal's enthronement!"

"Welcome to the Marshal's enthronement!"

……

The following trend appears to be very serious.

This one counts as one, and all of them hide such thoughts.

One howled like this.

Everyone else followed suit.

Inside each eyeball, infinite energy is erupting!Outburst like crazy!

For a moment, it seems to let everything fly!

Nanman Marshal Hu Yanyan felt that he had reached the edge of a cliff.

Kill the king.

What an exciting thing?

After doing such exciting things, how excited and surging is it?

The feeling is really different.

But... so what?

Now it's done like this.

Don't know what to expect next.

For a moment, the whole person was in an absolute ignorance and tremor.

Slowly, it burst out completely here.

By the end, it all fell apart.

cold.

Also collapsed.

Even more broken.

There is no hope left.

Thinking of these, the fireworks in my heart can't help burning without limit!

Killing the Nanman King and avenging his father, for Hu Yanyan, there was nothing worth regretting.

It's just...it's just that things are too bad right now.

The situation is... very oppressive...

A little carelessness... all games are lost.

"The national destiny of the Nanban is in my hands, so what should I do...?"

"Defend the capital with [-] remnants?"

"The dilapidated walls of the royal capital..."

"The Nanman royal family never thought that one day they would be attacked by the enemy and come to the capital, so the city walls have never been repaired."

"Ten tens of thousands of Dayan troops rushed in..."

"They are like mighty lions..."

"When these male lions charged in, there was no chance to control them, and they couldn't be controlled."

"This is a dead end and a stalemate..."

"Looking at the past, I am completely at a loss."

Whispering sounds followed, and the screen in front of him was being unlocked bit by bit.

The more you think about it, the more profound your feelings become at this moment.

For a while, it couldn't be locked at all.

Hu Yanyan paced back and forth.

At this moment, both fists were clenched with sweat.

"Everyone."

"I appreciate your kindness."

"I, Hu Yanyan, can't take the throne of the Southern Barbarians!"

"I, Hu Yanyan, don't even have the ability to turn the tide and save the Nanman."

"I, Huyanyan, am a waste at best! The kind of waste that reaches home!"

"I, Hu Yanyan, have let everyone down!"

"I just thought about it carefully. If we Nanman want to exist and continue to multiply in this land, we can only surrender... we can only choose to sell our dignity and soul!"

"Bear the burden of humiliation and seek the future..."

"It's not that I, Hu Yanyan, don't want to fight this battle! It's just... there is no possibility of success..."

"All I see is a dead end!"

"Can our [-] troops fight to the end with Dayan's tens of thousands of troops?"

"Our 20 troops have all been defeated!"

"With [-] yuan, what effect can it have?"

"He...hehehe..."

"If my life, Huyanyan, can save Nanman from crisis, I, Huyanyan, am willing to do seppuku here now!"

"But no! No!"

"Sadly!"

"If you guys have any better ways to break the situation, why don't you just say it?"

"Speak out, let's discuss together!"

"Is there a better way to break the situation?"

"Can I keep my Nanman heritage?"

"Just ask you! Do you have it? Do you have it?"

Marshal Hu Yanyan of the Nanman let out a roar in his heart.

The audience gradually became silent.

Everyone doesn't express their attitude.

surrender?

Lose power and humiliate the country?