Chapter 154

A Hanli roughly repeated the contents of Princess A Xiang's letter at that time.

"The news must have been passed on, because my mother received a reply from Xu Hou, saying that she already knew the situation in Northern Xinjiang at the time," he muttered. "Since you said that Da Zhou didn't receive it, it is also possible that Xu Hou thought my mother's request to return home was too troublesome, so he didn't tell the emperor of Da Zhou, and only said something else."

Qu Duanbian said without a second thought: "Grandpa can't do this."

"There is only one possibility. The letter grandpa received is different from the one you sent to me." He adjusted the pain sensitivity back to 10%, slowly pulled at his clothes, and put on his inner garment.

"To verify it now, we can only find someone who has seen the letter."

My grandfather is in a coma now. Lord Xia Hong must have seen him, but he is in the capital now. Apart from him, there are only people close to my grandfather.

The one who has always been with my grandfather is Uncle Lang Qing.

Qu Duanbian: "Liuliu, go find Uncle Lang Qing and ask him to come over."

Ah Hanli: "Since you think there is a traitor who swapped the letters, then apart from you and me, Xu Hou, who else can you trust?"

"I can believe it," Qu Dubian said seriously, "If Uncle Lang Qing hadn't led the way and broken through the encirclement, giving us a glimmer of hope, my grandfather and I would have died tonight."

Ah Hanli then stopped talking.

After Yi Twelve brought Lang Qing to the tent, he stood guard at the door of the tent, preventing outsiders from approaching.

"Seventh Prince, His Highness Ah Hanli."

Ah Hanli curled his lips and said, "You are a remnant of the old royal court, don't call me Your Highness, call me by my name."

The three of them sat together, and Qu Dubian roughly recounted the incident. As Lang Qing listened, his face became grim. "I've read Princess Xiang's last letter, and it definitely didn't contain the content about returning home that Ah Hanli mentioned."

After all, three years have passed. He recalled carefully, "But I remember that the handwriting on the letter was definitely Princess Xiang's, and it also had Princess Xiang's seal."

Qu Watanabe: "Who sent the letter?"

Lang Qing: "It was one of the secret lines that General Xia Hong was in charge of at the time. Due to border frictions, it was often flexibly changed. Later, the Northern Frontier Royal Court was destroyed, and Princess Xiang's secret line to contact us was abolished. It is estimated that everyone died."

When the regime changes, Jirigela will not keep anyone who can contact the Great Zhou.

"I also find it strange," Lang Qing hesitated for a moment and expressed his doubts. "When the Northern Frontier besieged Zhongyi City, they seemed to be very familiar with the defenses in our city when they attacked. They knew where the weak points were and where it would be easier to attack the city. That's why the city gate fell so quickly."

Ah Hanli still felt aggrieved, and spoke with emotion: "They were able to interfere with the deployment of defenses and tamper with letters. They didn't even know that they were infiltrated by foreign enemies to this extent."

"...The letter was sent by us," Lang Qing wiped his face, "but the deployment was basically adjusted and modified by the Marquis and I, and during the war preparation period, no one was allowed to enter or leave the city, and it could not be leaked."

Qu Dubian pondered: "Who could possibly know all the defenses in the city?"

"My Lord, I, the three generals who take turns patrolling the city, and the Border Military Inspection Office. However, we cannot rule out the possibility that other people know about it. After all, they might reveal it to those around them."

That’s not a small range.

It’s too troublesome to look for them one by one.

It is better to throw out the bait and lure the fish to bite.

Qu Dubian hooked his finger and whispered something in Lang Qing's ear.

Lang Qing: "So straightforward? Will it work?"

Qu Watanabe: "People with hidden evil in their hearts will not remain indifferent."

Ah Hanli: "What are you talking about?"

Qu Watanabe: "I need your cooperation. You are Aunt Xiang's child. You were expelled from the Northern Frontier and escaped death to come to the Second City. Because you miss your mother, you want to collect her last letter before she died and keep it as a comfort."

Ah Hanli understood that he was being used as bait.

Lang Qing: "I will spread the word that the letter is in General Xia Hong's original residence in the Second City, and then send people to keep an eye on it for any unusual movements. Then the patrols in the Second City these two days..."

"Total ban," Qu Dubian said, "The city defenses are changed every two days, and the daily inspections by the Supervisory Office are suspended."

Lang Qing: "Your Highness, the Supervisory Office is not under our jurisdiction."

Qu Watanabe: "Those who don't follow the rules will be dealt with by military law. If they have any problems, come to me."

Lang Qing: “Yes!”

Prince Ming is a member of the royal family, so it is difficult for these soldiers to refuse him. But it is different for the Seventh Prince, as he represents the royal family.

Just as they finished their conversation, a soldier came asking to see him, and Yi Twelve led him in.

As soon as the soldier came in, he said, "General, Your Highness, the Marquis is not in good condition."

Qu Watanabe stood up suddenly, and due to blood loss, his vision went dark for a moment. Yi Twelve quickly grabbed his arm.

Qu Du shook his head, picked up the coat beside him, put it on, and went straight to the tent where Xu Jin was treating him.

Xia Fuyang was inside the tent with a serious look in his eyes. When he saw Qu Dubian lift the curtain and come in, his expression relaxed a little.

"You are here. How is the wound being treated?"

"Almost all right."

Qu Dubian's eyes fell on his grandfather who was unconscious on the bed. There were basins of blood in the tent and it took a lot of time just to stop the bleeding.

"How is Grandpa?"

The military doctor wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Your Highness, not counting the other minor wounds, the Marquis has three fatal wounds." He pointed at Xu Jin's chest, ribs, and the area above his dantian. "The heart was stabbed by a sword, injuring the heart meridian. The knife in the middle injured the lungs, causing blood to flow backwards and residual blood to seep in. The last area, the dantian is a little damaged, the true qi is disordered, and the gathering efficiency is extremely low."

"These are all fatal, but the most fatal thing is that the Marquis has been suffering from a backlog of hidden injuries for a long time. This time, all of them broke out. I was just robbing Peter to pay Paul, and I was barely able to keep the Marquis alive."

You never know when that breath will end.

"What can we do to stabilize Grandpa's condition?"

The military doctor sighed, "The general has practiced martial arts. If the damage to his Dantian can be restored a little, the vital energy can flow, and the symptoms will be alleviated. But he can't withstand the impact of external internal force now, and his own internal force will unconsciously reject it."

Qu Duanbian thought of the true qi characteristics of Mian Shou Jue and quickly made a decision: "I'll try it."

He walked to the bedside while the military doctor was looking at him hesitantly, and felt Xu Jin's pulse with his fingers.

Extremely weak beating.

The military doctor, Xia Fuyang, Lang Qing and others all became nervous.

Qu Dubian took a deep breath and tentatively injected a little internal energy.

His internal strength was like gentle and tolerant water, and did not cause any ripples in Xu Jin's body.

Qu Watanabe: “There is no rejection.”

The internal force traveled around Xu Jin's body and finally stayed at his grandfather's damaged dantian. The true energy had a slight soothing effect.

He held Xu Jin's hand, and his internal energy moved in circles, helping him slowly sort out the disordered internal energy above his dantian. By the time the ball of wool was smoothed out, the remaining internal energy in Qu Dubian's body was almost completely exhausted.

The moment his Dantian dried up, he felt a terrible sense of weakness. Qu Dubian closed his eyes for two seconds before standing up and making way. "Doctor, please take another look."

The military doctor immediately took Xu Jin's pulse again, his brows relaxed a little, "He's still not out of danger, but his breath is stronger at least." He took out the prepared pills next to him and pressed them under Xu Jin's tongue.

"Alas, I have done everything I can. I just hope that good things will come to you. Your Highness, the two generals, I will go out and make medicine first. You still need someone to watch over me here."

Qu Watanabe: "I'm looking after grandpa."

He dragged a small stool over and stared at the seriously injured and unconscious old man.

Qu Watanabe was rummaging through the simulator's backpack, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything suitable for his grandfather's current needs.

It would be nice if the life span gained from the simulator could be given as a gift.

The young man was wearing an outer coat, with his elbows on his knees, standing silently by the bed, with the candlelight in the tent covering half of his body.

He probably didn't realize how pale he looked.

I haven't seen him for three years. He has grown a lot taller, and the remaining childishness between his eyebrows has completely disappeared. It seems like he has a lot of things hidden in his heart.

Xia Fuyang frowned and whispered a few words to Lang Qing, who nodded.

Xia Fuyang walked to Qu Dubian's side and held his wrist to avoid pulling the wound. He only dared to use slight force, "Come out with me."

Qu Duanbian followed him out of the tent, "What happened? Was there an accident with the second support of the East Defenders?"

"Nothing unexpected," Xia Fuyang said, "You should rest."

Qu Dubian touched his face and rubbed out some blood. "It's okay. The wound doesn't hurt. It's just that I consumed a little more internal energy."

Xia Fuyang changed his grip to pressing, pressing the meridians on his wrist with two fingers, "To be so exhausted, is that too much consumption?"

"My internal energy is different from yours," Qu Duanbian said truthfully, "I can recover most of it by regulating my breathing overnight."

Xia Fuyang: "Xiao Qi, go and have a rest. The Marquis is under Uncle Lang Qing's watch. He will be fine." He changed his way of persuading, "Recover your physical strength and internal energy. If the Marquis needs it, you can still help."

Qu Watanabe: "Then wouldn't it be the same if we regulate our breathing in Grandpa's tent?"

no the same.

If he were here, this guy would be distracted and stare at me all the time, and wouldn't have time to rest.

Xia Fuyang didn't bother to argue with him. Relying on the fact that he was not injured, he forcibly sent him back and asked Yi Twelve to help look after him.

"You must watch him regulate his breathing and sleep, otherwise his body will collapse."

B12: “Yeah.”

Xia Fuyang clapped his hands and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered: "But... Xiaoqi can't smell blood, right? There was so much blood today, but he didn't react at all."

"Maybe, I'm used to it." Yi Twelve was silent for a while and then replied.

He concealed the fact that Qu Watanabe stimulated the sphenoid sinus to cause olfactory loss.

"True, after all, he also suppressed the bandits."

Xia Fuyang left in a hurry to deal with the matter of reinforcements.

The Northern Frontier Army has not retreated yet and should be planning to continue attacking the second city. He still has to redeploy defenses in the city and appease the soldiers.

Inside the tent.

Qu Dubian, who was forcibly sent back, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing and internal strength.

Although I don't really want to come back, what Xia Fuyang said makes some sense. When you are calm, your internal energy will recover faster. At this critical juncture, it is important to have the strength to fight.

-

Garrison in the northern border.

Jizhigla looked at the second city from afar.

The left and right wise kings were all injured, "Xu Jin still escaped."

"We've taken one city, which is not bad," Jizhigla smiled. "Even if Xu Jin is not dead, can he come out? The morale of the Great Zhou is bound to drop."

"Should we still wait for the defense map of the second city?"

Jizhigla: "No, that's too slow. What we need to do now is to reorganize the army and attack the city with all our strength while they haven't adjusted yet."

As long as we capture the second city, things will be much easier.

-

The second day.

Qu Duanbian's breathing was interrupted by the noisy sound.

"It is customary for the Supervisory Office to conduct inspections! Especially for the cities in the middle city, there has never been a day when one or two cities have not been inspected?" The sharp voice of the eunuch came, "General Lang Qing, now that the Marquis has just fallen into a coma, you want to abolish the old rules. Are you planning a rebellion?"

"I didn't mean that, but one city has been lost, and the defense of the second city must be kept secret."

"You mean we've leaked the city's defense? Prince Ming is right here. Let's ask Prince Ming to judge. Should we follow the rules and stay in the designated place after the inspection? We haven't been there before?"

Qu Dubian stopped and most of his internal strength was restored.

Even though I didn't sleep, I felt much better.

He put on his clothes and came out, "What are you arguing about?"

Lang Qing: "I am from the Border Army Supervision Office and I need to patrol the city."

Qu Dubian glanced at the six people from the Supervisory Department, two eunuchs and four staff members from the Supervisory Department. The leading one looked familiar.

He thought for a moment, "You... your name is Feng Bing, right?"

Feng Bing was pleasantly surprised: "Your Highness still remembers me."

Qu Watanabe: "I have some impression." He squinted his eyes to block the glaring morning light. "Why, do you want to patrol the city?"

Feng Bing nodded and bowed: "Yes, I was stopped by General Lang Qing. Please persuade General Lang Qing. The Supervisory Office was established by His Majesty. Violating the Supervisory Office is equivalent to violating His Majesty's will. Sigh... I really don't want to submit an impeachment letter to His Majesty. It's really difficult to do."

Qu Dubian: "Who did not allow you to patrol the city? Who did you impeach?"

Feng Bing said as a matter of course: "This is also the rule. Our Supervisory Office is the eyes of His Majesty, so we must report everything."

Lang Qing has heard such remarks countless times over the years and has begun to feel suffocated reflexively.

"Well, then, submit an impeachment memorial, saying that the Seventh Prince abolished the practice of patrolling the city. If Your Majesty has any questions, just ask me."

Feng Bing's smile froze on his face.

"Your Highness, this is not good."

Qu Duanbian smiled: "What's wrong with that?"

Feng Bing: "This...this impeachment of the prince, I..."

Qu Watanabe: "Didn't you say that? The Supervisory Office is His Majesty's eyes. Even if I abolished the city patrol, you tell the truth and no one will blame you."

"Prince Keming..."

"Let me talk to Uncle Ming," Qu Duan's expression faded, "Do you have any other questions?"

Feng Bing paused, then immediately smiled again, "Of course, no problem."

"Then we'll leave first," he turned around and waved his hand, "Why are you standing there? Didn't you hear the Seventh Prince speak? We can go back and rest now."

Feng Bing took the people from the Supervisory Office away.

Lang Qing said with emotion: "Your Highness, you have no idea how difficult they are. This is the first time I have seen them like this."

As expected, the royal family still needs to be governed by the royal family. If they are not easy to say, the seventh prince can say it.

Qu Dubian looked at Feng Bing's back as he left and asked, "How much monthly salary can the Supervisory Office receive?"

Lang Qing: "It's normal, but the soldiers should have some private bribes."

Qu Dubian nodded and said softly, "Keep an eye on him."

Lang Qing was stunned.

"Your Highness?"

Qu Watanabe: "He is dressed too plainly."

So simple that it seems a bit incongruous.

The coarse cloth clothes with conspicuous patches make him look like an honest person at first glance, but even a poor person would know to find cloth of similar color to patch the holes in clothes, and would never use cloth of such a big color difference.

When he wore this dress, it was as if he was wearing the words "integrity and honesty" on his body.

Even Qu Watanabe himself had calluses on the palms and fingertips from years of martial arts training.

But there was no trace of hard work on Feng Bing's hands and face, not even calluses from his brush. They were delicate and smooth, obviously showing that he was used to a life of luxury.

Lang Qing: "Okay."

-

The other side.

Feng Bing returned to his residence.

He was originally in City One, and then arrived at City Two before the Northern Frontier siege. He had intended to visit Xu Jin's tent after touring the city.

Unexpectedly, he was chased back by the Seventh Prince.

Feng Bing thought about it carefully and felt that it would be better to be cautious recently and not rush into anything.

As for the impeachment of the Seventh Prince... we should wait and see. When the news from the Northern Frontier reaches the Great Zhou, His Majesty will surely be in a bad mood. Submitting an impeachment memorial at that time will have the best effect.

Just as he was thinking, his confidant came in from outside and whispered quickly, "Eunuch, Princess Xiang's son, Ahanli, has arrived in the second city."

Feng Bing: "Hmm? Oh... It's normal for him to come. After all, he is a bastard. The new royal court can't accommodate him, so he can only come to the Great Zhou to beg for food."

Confidant: "He came to General Lang Qing to get back Princess Xiang's last letter before her death, to express his longing for her. He also said that he watched the princess finish writing the letter, and it has special meaning to him."

Feng Bing's heart skipped a beat: "He looked at what Princess Xiang wrote?!"

By that time, if anything is different and both sides are thoroughly searched, there will inevitably be a risk that the Supervisory Office will be exposed.

"Damn it, why is that letter still there!"

Princess Ah Xiang is really stupid. Why does she need someone to be present when she writes a letter? Ah Hanli's bloodline is not pure. What if he is loyal to the Northern Frontier people? Wouldn't it be in vain that she wrote the letter? She is really stupid.

Feng Bing: "Where is the place to put the letter?"

"I heard from General Lang Qing that it's in the main city where the information is stored."

Feng Bing's eyes turned sinister.

"Find an opportunity and burn that place before Ah Hanli gains his trust."

-

Dark shadows began to emerge.

Qu Duanbian asked Yi Shier to go to the main city in advance to keep an eye on and arrest people, while he stayed with his grandfather.

But soon, he no longer cared about his grandfather.

The army from the northern border was approaching again. Jirigela was determined to capture two cities of the Great Zhou and sent the Right Wise King to fight.

-

A day and night of rapid progress.

The latest battle report from Northern Frontier has reached the capital.

Emperor Chongzhao looked at what was written in the battle report:

[Two hundred thousand troops besieged the city, one of the cities was lost, Xu Jin was seriously injured, and his life or death was unknown. The Great Zhou retreated to two cities, and the northern border was pressing, the situation was critical.]

After a moment, his emotions surged and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Eunuch Yu was horrified and said, "Your Majesty!"

Emperor Chongzhao bent over and coughed, pressing his chest for a long time to calm down. He stared at the blood for a moment, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

Then he looked at Eunuch Yu and said word by word, "Call Imperial Doctor Yang in secret. Don't let anyone know what happened today."

Eunuch Yu could only nod, "Yes."

When the news of the battle in the northern border spread, the ministers were in an uproar.

They no longer had the feeling of relief amidst the anxiety they had at the beginning.

Panic ensued.

Although His Majesty promoted Xia Hong to the position in order to balance the military power in the Northern Frontier, in the hearts of court officials, Xu Jin is still the god of war guarding the Northern Frontier.

They all felt that with Xu Jin around, the instability in Northern Xinjiang was only temporary, and he would suppress the unrest in Northern Xinjiang as he had done every time in the past.

It was not until this battle report arrived that they realized that the pillar of support for the northern border had fallen.

It was even more noisy during court sessions.

"I said at the time that we shouldn't start a war. Is that okay now?"

"Just surrender without starting a war? Where is the dignity of the Great Zhou?"

"Majesty? Do you still have dignity now that you've been beaten like this? If you don't ask for peace, I'm afraid it's all over."

"How can we ask for peace? Northern Xinjiang just wants food and money, so just give them to them. After fighting for so long, they must need to make adjustments. Asking for peace is just a delaying tactic, waiting for us to catch our breath..."

"Last time when I sent Princess Zhiyi to marry, I said it was a delaying tactic. How is it now?"

The princes in the front row had different expressions.

Emperor Chongzhao's expression revealed nothing, and he said calmly, "Lord Fang, what are you thinking about?"

Master Fang sighed, "Northern Xinjiang has no intention of retreating. If Great Zhou seeks peace, it will only bring double humiliation."

"There is no way to beg for peace. All we can do is fight. Fight until the last drop of blood is shed."

Xie Jingshan said: "Something happened to Xu Hou, and Zhongyi City has already been lost. If we lose two more cities in succession, the morale of the soldiers of the Great Zhou will probably be completely destroyed."

Someone asked, "Xia Fuyang is still here, but he is not as powerful as the Sword-wielding Marquis. Among the other generals, who can guarantee victory in this battle?"

But in war, no one can be sure of winning until the last moment.

Xu Hou was not Xu Hou at the beginning.

There will always be someone who steps on the corpses all over the ground and gradually transforms into a new "Xu Hou".

-

Northern Xinjiang.

Two border cities.

Xia Fuyang led his army to confront the army of King Youxian.

General against general, soldier against soldier.

The two sides are on the verge of a fight.

They all knew that this was a head-on battle with no retreat, no skills, and no luck.

There is only the fight between swords and knives, and the contest between blood and fire.

The Right Wise King raised his eyebrows, looked at Xia Fuyang and said, "Where is your Sword-wielding Marquis? Is he dead?"

Xia Fuyang swung his spear and said, "What are you yelling about?"

The Right Wise King spoke in a clear voice, spreading out through his inner strength: "Without the Sword-wielding Marquis, can you still defeat our Northern Frontier's cavalry? As soon as he died, you lost Zhongyi City."

"Let Xia Fuyang, who has only led troops for three or four years, go into battle. You will definitely lose. It is better to escape as soon as possible. I promise not to chase you and let you live."

The Great Zhou army was silent.

Even though Xia Fuyang didn't look back, he could still feel the dull and depressing atmosphere among the soldiers.

He said: "These words disturb the morale of the army. The Sword-wielding Marquis has been guarding the border for many years. How could there be any trouble?"

Right Wise King: "Really? Then why didn't Xu Jin show up?"

After saying this, without waiting for Xia Fuyang to continue to refute, he raised his scimitar and said, "Warriors of the Northern Frontier! Xu Jin is dead. If you take down this city, you will be rewarded with cattle and sheep for every head you have!"

"kill!"

"kill--!"

Xia Fuyang: "Fight!"

Above the city, catapults with fireballs burning on them threw fireballs into the enemy army.

The battle lasted for a day, the setting sun was blood-red, Xia Fuyang went out of the city three times and retreated three times. The morale of the soldiers of the Great Zhou was low, and the troops kept retreating.

Beijiang did not give them a moment to breathe. When they went out of the city to fight for the fourth time, Lang Qing stood on the city wall, and the beacon fires in the sky were hotter than the sunset.

The two sides had not yet fought, but he felt very heavy in his heart.

"The soldiers' morale has been crushed. If this continues, I'm afraid they will have to retreat to the main city."

Qu Watanabe: "The belief in victory that would never fall in their hearts fell." In a large-scale battle, the firm belief in victory is a very fatal thing.

Sadness is contagious. When two armies are at war, this emotion is more terrifying than the plague.

Northern Frontier seized upon this point and launched an extremely rapid attack before the soldiers could recover.

Lang Qing clenched his fists fiercely, "It would be great if the Marquis could wake up now!"

"Grandpa is very tired. We can't let him handle everything."

Qu Dubian raised his head and glanced at the flag of the second city planted on the top of the city.

Slightly shorter than the city flag is the Great Zhou war flag with a flying bird and a soaring black dragon in the background.

Inherited from the first unified dynasty, it implies that if you don't fight, you will win.

He looked at it for a moment, then suddenly flew up and landed next to the Great Zhou flag. He stroked it with his fingertips for a moment. The flagpole was forged from cast iron, and it was cold to the touch but extremely hard.

Qu Watanabe held it with one hand and slowly tightened his palm.

Lang Qing raised his head: "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Qu Duanbian slowly pulled out the battle flag and said, "The belief that we will win has fallen, so just raise another one."

He held a battle flag about four meters long, leaped up, stepped on the top of the city wall, and sank his energy into his dantian.

"Dogs from the Northern Frontier!"

Xia Fuyang, who was below, turned around immediately upon hearing the sound and saw a young man standing alone on the city wall with a flag.

The Right Wise King narrowed his eyes and recognized him. This was the man who carried Xu Jin away that day.

Qu Dubian: "You are just a bunch of cowards. To kill the Marquis of the Sword, you sent out an army of 200,000 men. You are so cowardly."

“Now you are so arrogant, you just bullied my grandfather and seriously injured him!”

Right Wise King: "Grandfather?" He understood, "So you are the prince from the capital of Great Zhou. You are quite courageous."

"Why, do you still want to carry the flag on behalf of your grandfather?"

Qu Watanabe: "Why not!"

His temperament suddenly became calm and stern, like an extremely sharp knife that, after losing the soft protective shell of its loved ones, revealed its sharp edge.

"Soldiers of the Great Zhou, are you willing to use the victory of this war and the heads of the enemy soldiers so that when Xu Hou wakes up, he can proudly say, these are the soldiers under my command?"

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were silent for a few seconds, and suddenly burst out: "We are willing!"

Soon after, the noise grew louder and louder.

"We are willing!"

"We are willing!!"

Xia Fuyang understood what Qu Dubian meant and took a deep breath: "As long as the battle flag does not fall, the Great Zhou will not be defeated!"

"As long as the battle flag falls, the Great Zhou will not be defeated!"

"As long as the battle flag falls, the Great Zhou will not be defeated!"

The Right Wise King's expression turned grim, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Qu Duanbian changed subtly.

This prince of the Great Zhou is really good at mobilizing the emotions of the soldiers.

Qu Dubian held the battle flag, with the tip of the cold flag pointing at the head of the Right Wise King. "Yesterday I said I would kill you, but the Northern Frontier troops have withdrawn. Today I will take your head!"

Right Wise King: "Kill him!"

Isn't it true that as long as the battle flag remains unfallen, the Great Zhou will not be defeated? He was determined to tear down the battle flag of the Great Zhou and step on it.

The Northern Frontier army rushed forward with roars of killing.

Xia Fuyang: "Soldiers, follow me and charge!"

"kill--"

Qu Dubian jumped down from the city wall, rushed to the front of the formation, and swept the flagpole in his hand across. The moment his internal force surged out, the soldiers in the semicircle in front of him were blown away by the terrifying impact force.

Without stopping, he charged straight towards the Right Wise King with a clear goal in mind.

The flying bird black dragon battle flag has always been in the front.

Xia Fuyang followed closely behind, sweeping away the cold arrows around him with the spear in his hand, "You are crazy!" He used himself as a target and a direction indicator for the soldiers to charge.

Qu Dubian wiped the blood off the side of his face, and when he turned his head to look at him, his fighting spirit was surging and dazzling.

"Do you dare to accompany me?"

Xia Fuyang's gaze paused on his face for a moment, then he cursed.

He knew that among the three of them, the one who looked the laziest was actually the craziest one among them when he got serious.

But in the end he couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows and eyes were free and unrestrained, and very ostentatious.

"Even if you go to die, I will accompany you!"

If this was a battle to establish his authority, Xia Fuyang would be willing to be a vanguard and would not regret it even if he died.

"good!"

Qu Dubian no longer had any worries and completely put his back to Xia Fuyang.

The two of them charged forward on the battlefield, exerting a strong sense of oppression, and the speed at which they cleared out the enemy forces could be described as terrifying.

Qu Dubian approached at a very fast speed, his eyes fixed on the Right Wise King. Finally, he stepped on the tip of Xia Fuyang's spear, leaped up, and chopped down the battle flag in the air.

"Right Wise King, do you dare to fight?"

The Right Wise King seemed to be stared at by a ferocious beast. The hair on his back stood up. He blocked the attack with his scimitar, and his palm suddenly felt numb.

He shook his hands, and his blood was also aroused: "Today I will cut off your flag."

The two men quickly exchanged blows.

Countless soldiers of the Great Zhou would look at the battle flag of the flying bird and black dragon in between killing the enemies.

The battle lasted from sunset to dark, and from early morning to dawn, before it finally ended.

And the battle flag of the Great Zhou in the front never fell.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty fought more and more bravely, and the clarion call for retreat from the northern border was finally sounded.

The Right Wise King immediately retreated more than ten meters.

Damn it, how come the martial arts of this prince of the Great Zhou are so strong!

We can’t fight today, so let’s retreat first.

"I told you, you can't escape today."

Qu Dubian seized the moment when he was about to retreat and threw the battle flag out fiercely. In the opponent's astonished sight, the sharp top of the flagpole pierced his chest and stabbed him hard onto the chariot of Northern Frontier.

The Right Wise King held the flagpole in front of his chest and said, "You..."

The Seventh Prince of the Great Zhou must be a powerful enemy in the Northern Frontier.

He raised his head, stared at Qu Duanbian, and finally closed his eyes unwillingly.

Qu Duanbian pulled out the battle flag.

He walked through the sea of ​​blood and corpses, walked step by step to the chariot, then grasped the flagpole with his left hand and pushed it down heavily.

The torn battle flag fluttered in the wind.

"The Right Wise King is dead!"

The soldiers of the Great Zhou suddenly shouted in victory.

This battle established our prestige and credibility.

He fought with the flag in his hands, defending the Great Zhou flag and the glory of his ancestors who had guarded the border.

Qu Dubian looked at the battlefield.

Everywhere you look, the flames of war are still lingering and the sky is filled with smoke.

Xia Fuyang looked up at the people on the chariot, then got on as well, stopping half a step behind Qu Dubian, still protecting him behind him.

Xia Fuyang: "We won."

Qu Watanabe: "But the war is not over yet."

It was still dark, and the faint light of dawn shone on them, like two black silhouettes that would never fade.