This time, we chased the enemy all the way until they fled into Jinjiang City.

This time the enemy was caught off guard.

Didn't give them any chance to breathe.

This battle was the most brilliant one fought since the war broke out last year.

According to final statistics, more than 10,000 enemies were killed, while only more than 2,000 of our own people were killed or wounded.

When this data came out, the whole army was excited.

Shangguan Ziqi's depressed mood has improved a lot these days because of the death of his second brother.

"Second brother, Big Brother has avenged you.

There is one more thing that Big Brother didn't tell you.

The iron box that had not been opened for generations was opened by your sister-in-law.

The king will soon be able to make bombs and transport them to the front line. Then, it will be time for us to launch a full-scale counterattack.

Big brother promises you that he will destroy Canglan and make them not dare to attack for a hundred years."

Shangguan Ziqi held a jar of wine and stood on the south gate of Jinhe City, looking at the surroundings of the Wei capital.

A man drinks alone, muttering to himself as he drinks.

He was not carried away by the victory.

Four cities were lost and hundreds of thousands of people were displaced.

Some of them became refugees, and some moved to the inner city to live with relatives.

But their lives have been affected as never before.

Even if Wei finally won the war, the damage and losses caused would take years to recover from.

Just as he was drinking, two riders on fast horses came galloping out of the city gate.

It's a soldier at the post station.

A young general guarding the city gate opened the gate and let people in.

When asked, it turned out that he was delivering a letter to the Marshal.

The young general led the men directly to the city wall.

"Marshal, the postman has brought you a letter from home." The young general clasped his fists respectfully.

"It's gone. Give it to me." Qingfeng took the letter and sent them away.

Qingfeng knew that his master was in a bad mood and needed to drink some wine to vent.

"Qingfeng, who wrote the letter?" Shangguan Ziqi was not drunk, he just enjoyed the pleasure of the spicy feeling of the wine stimulating his throat.

Make his blood boil more and make him more sober.

"It's a letter from Princess Xiao." Qingfeng knew it as soon as he saw the handwriting on the cover.

It's not beautifully written, but it's understandable.

"Oh, give it to me." When Shangguan Ziqi heard that it was written by his wife, he wanted to read it immediately.

Not long after he arrived at the border, his wife missed him.

Shangguan Ziqi took the letter and touched it, and found it was surprisingly thick.

The lady actually had a lot to say to him.

Take out the letter and read it carefully bit by bit.

The result was not what he expected at all.

The more he looked, the uglier his expression became.

After seeing the end, he felt even more upset.

What a joke! The palace is a big joke.

Sadness, so much sadness.

It turns out that the prince and the emperor have been searching for the spy for many years, and he has always been by their side.

It was in the palace, and for forty years.

"Grandfather, why are you so stupid? You have caused us, the younger generation, to suffer." Shangguan Ziqi shouted to the sky.

All the soldiers guarding the South Gate heard this shout.

Everyone is confused.

What happened, Marshal?

Why are you suddenly scolding the old prince?

After shouting, Shangguan Ziqi squatted down and whimpered sadly.

He did not blame his third uncle for wanting to take the throne of the royal palace. Just like the princes of the royal family, every one of them wanted to sit on the throne. There was no right or wrong in this.

But no one could have imagined that he was the child born by his ancestor and the princess of an enemy country, and he had been hiding in the palace, working for Canglan.

The third old lady turned out to be a princess from an enemy country. She concealed her identity to get close to the grandfather, and this hiding lasted for forty years.

No wonder there are so many spies in Beijing.

How could we possibly catch them all with mother and son around?

Shame, such a huge shame.

I wonder what the king felt when he found out.

I wonder how the emperor will view his deceased ancestor when he finds out.

My grandfather’s glorious reputation is likely to be ruined in an instant.

He thought again of his grandfather teaching him martial arts little by little, starting with the horse stance.

Thinking of his grandfather taking him into the mountains to hunt, his heroic figure was so admirable.

Thinking of his ancestor bringing him into the military camp, the aura of him commanding tens of thousands of troops was so impressive that one could not take their eyes off him.

However, he was deceived by a princess from an enemy country for decades and even had a son with her, but he never discovered it until his death.

stupid!

At this moment, the image of the old prince suddenly collapsed in Shangguan Ziqi's heart.

King 㫅 is also stupid. He didn't notice anything after all these years.

He was stupid too, he didn't realize it in twenty years.

Three generations of them are idiots.

Only his wife was a smart person. After she entered the palace, all this gradually surfaced.

"Madam, Madam, Zheng'er, Zheng'er." Shangguan Ziqi murmured.

At this moment, he wished he could be in the palace, holding his wife in his arms, feeling her presence, her body temperature, and her heartbeat.

That is his spiritual harbor.

Suddenly, Shangguan Ziqi put the letter in his arms and smashed the wine jar to the ground.

Then he drew out his sword and began to dance with it desperately on the city wall.

After he had demonstrated all the sword techniques he had learned, he called on Qingfeng and the other four to fight with him.

The fight lasted until all five of them were exhausted.

Shangguan Ziqi relieved his depressed mood only by tiring himself to the point where he no longer wanted to move.

"Qingfeng, do you know? The Third Old Madam is not dead. She is the biological sister of the current Emperor of Canglan, and the Third Uncle is the biological nephew of the Emperor of Canglan.

He was the one who stole the iron box last time, and now it has been stolen again. Prince Jing's son is now tracking down the whole country.

I will write a letter later, and you should find a way to deliver it to Uncle Prince Jing, asking them to contact the spies stationed by the Wei Dynasty in the capital of Canglan to confirm whether the Third Madam and Third Uncle have already arrived in Canglan.

Notify Qiu Feng and Dong Ling to come here to see me. I have made arrangements."

Shangguan Ziqi now knows exactly what he wants to do.

He estimated that the bomb was about to be made, so he asked Qiu Feng and Dong Ling to take a few people to Canglan Capital. If the iron box arrived in Canglan, he would find a way to bring it back and teach the Emperor of Canglan a profound lesson.

He wants revenge, he wants to make Emperor Canglan regret it.

"Yes, son." Qingfeng was so shocked after hearing this that he took a while to come back to his senses.

In any case, they would not have expected this to happen.

Ten days later, Shangguan Ziqi received twenty newly made bombs personally delivered by Wangfu An Yi.

"Son, the prince is in a deep mountain not far from here. The prince asked his subordinates to bring you a message that you can start the counterattack." An Yi said in a serious manner, expressionless as always.

"Really? That's too much." Shangguan Ziqi looked at the twenty black balls in the basket.

"The prince said that you must be careful when using this thing, otherwise it is easy to hurt your own people."

"Oh? Uncle An Yi, please tell me in detail."

An Yi recounted the process of how they tried to make and test the device, and mentioned that when they were doing this, they lost control and an explosion occurred, injuring several people.

However, no one died.

Later they became more careful, made some appropriate improvements, and only managed to produce about twenty of them.

A few were experimented on by them, and now there are only these twenty.

"You must use the catapult to throw this thing out, and you must control the time." An Yi emphasized again. This was also what the prince thought of.

No matter how hard a person tries, he can't throw it far.

"Can we try one?" Shangguan Ziqi had not participated in the creation of this project, nor had he seen it before, so he was very curious.