With a roar, the horse galloped forward at breakneck speed, heading straight for the capital.

"Young master, do you really think it's feasible to send such a sickly old man to save His Majesty?"

"Don't underestimate Li Yuanba's abilities. Even if the enemy has four or five thousand men, they may not be a match for Li Yuanba."

The book mentions Li Yuanba's battle at Zijin Mountain.

He brandished two golden hammers and charged through the camps of the 18 rebel kings.

Two hours later, he had reduced the 1.85 million troops of the 18 rebel kings to only 650,000.

This means that 1.2 million soldiers were crushed to death by Li Yuanba's two golden hammers.

With Li Yuanba's fighting prowess, dealing with Pang Hao would be a piece of cake.

Shangguan Wan'er was still worried.

This little girl witnessed firsthand the corpses that Li Yuanba smashed to death.

But she still couldn't help worrying.

"Ling Yunzhi, Chen Feihu," Jiang Tian waved to the two men, "pass down the order to speed up the advance. We must reach the capital before nightfall today."

"promise……"

Song Yingxing's apprentices were throwing coal into the train's boiler, shovel by shovel.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly.

Bright red flames continuously shot out from the boiler's openings.

One after another, the sound of a ship's horn rang out.

Puffs of black smoke billowed out of the chimney.

The train's speed increased significantly.

Shangguan Wan'er and a dozen or so palace ladies could already feel the surging power of the train.