After everyone sat down, the eighteen angel generals came forward to bow down and officially pay homage to the Son of Heaven.

For them, although they are in the demon clan, they are all in five hundred years, the first time they really see the true face of the demon king of this dynasty, they can't help it, and praise the beautiful demeanor of the Son of Heaven in their hearts, but secretly they are a little questionable: How much can a demon king who is so charming and lacks the spirit of masculine energy have the ability to re-operate such a huge ruling machine of the entire Heavenly Dynasty?

The Son of Heaven had a pair of discerning eyes, quietly glanced at the steps, and had already seen the thoughts of these eighteen generals truly, pursed his lips and smiled, which seemed charming, but in fact it was profound.

"You, out of the ranks!"

With a hook of his jade finger, the eighteen angels were suddenly dazzled by the action of hooking the soul. However, he was not pointing to the whole, but to the Songji Angel, a tall, valian-looking young general.

Suddenly summoned by the caracal, the Songlu Angel looked confused, looked left and right, and confirmed that the person summoned by the Son of Heaven was indeed himself, so he threw off his robe, walked out of the queue, and bowed down in front of the stone steps.

"Matsuro Angel Matsubara?" he said, calling out his name.

Matsubara was stunned, but he didn't expect that the Son of Heaven would be able to call his name and surname just after he came to the court, and hurriedly replied respectfully: "It's the last general!"

"General Matsubara, you don't need to be so restrained, raise your head and speak. "Kill the soft command.

Matsubara raised his head boldly, his eyes met his flaming eyes, and his heart was hot, and the two tiger eyes couldn't move away for a while.

The hall fell silent, and only the heavy breathing of the python could be heard.

Although the eyes of the deranged revealed the strange, their eyes were as sharp as the blades of the flames. Matsubara was completely captured by his eyes, his body could not move, and the sweat on his forehead was like a stream, dripping down his helmet.

The caracer finally spoke: "You have 50,000 troops on Songlu, according to your strategy of arranging troops, 20,000 land battles, 20,000 water battles, and 10,000 imperial skies, yes or no?"

Songyuan was stunned for a moment, although he didn't raise his head, he was extremely surprised in his heart, and said secretly: "It's impossible, it's impossible, the Son of Heaven has just rang the cloud bell, how can you immediately know the distribution of the strength of my Songlu Army?" ”

Caracne no longer looked at him, admiring his slender nails, and his tone was understated, "However, you have been training hard every year, and the 10,000 soldiers who should have been in the sky can't fly into the sky. Even if he could finally get three feet above the ground, he was blown by the cold wind on the Tianshan Mountain, and then fell back to the ground and gnawed on a mouthful of snow. ”

"This ......" Matsubara looked away from him, his nerves were already relaxed, but now he tensed even tighter, and looked at him in astonishment, speechless.

He sneered, leaned forward, pointed at him and said: "Songyuan, Songyuan, you have 50,000 troops, but you drill the tip of the horns of this 10,000-strong power day by day, and you will not give up if you don't throw the soldiers to the clouds for a hundred years, but you have never self-reflected, patted your chest and asked if you have used the wrong training strategy, whether you should reorganize your army, you are so stubborn in governing the army, how can this king rest assured that the power of commanding the army will continue to be entrusted to you?"

Matsubara was so excited by his harsh words that he sweated like rain, his military robe was already soaked, and he couldn't help trembling on the ground, "Matsubara is guilty of living up to the high hopes of the Son of Heaven, if the Son of Heaven wants to take back the military power to govern the last general, the last general will not dare to complain, the only request, I only hope that the Son of Heaven will not hesitate to give advice, Yazheng Songyuan is wrong/Where is it......" (to be continued.) )