"Lin Pojun!"
Jiang Shangwu suddenly shouted coldly, his eyes darkened, and it seemed as if two blade beams were about to shoot out from his eyes.
With a buzzing sound, the shadow of a blank stone tablet appeared behind Jiang Shangwu.
At first glance, it looks like Jiang Shangwu is carrying the stone tablet on his back.
"You should know that if I want to kill you, I can chop off your head within ten moves!"
Lin Pojun's pupils shrank suddenly, his anger subsided a lot, and he became alert in an instant.
He thought back to ten years ago when Jiang Shangwu had a good chance of sitting on the throne, but he didn't really make a move to fight for it.
There is only one reason. The martial arts that Jiang Shangwu practices are very mysterious. It is said that once he sits on the throne and is blessed by the dragon's energy, his cultivation will not improve but decline.
At such a distance, Lin Pojun really couldn't guess Jiang Shangwu's cultivation level.
Jiang Shangwu said in a deep voice, "Even now, can't you see? Your once good son has fooled us all. The Shenji Battalion he led is no ordinary force! According to intelligence, your 30,000 troops died in the desert. This is completely different from what we discussed."
"We agreed that you were to besiege the city, not hunt us down. The desert is already full of dangers. Do you really think they are just scattered soldiers? You've led the army for so many years, and you can't understand this?"
Lin Pojun's expression changed, and he said angrily:
"You dare not admit it!"
"It's really not me—I'm going to explain it to you myself right now. There must be a misunderstanding! There's no reason for me to do this."
Jiang Shangwu rarely lowered his posture and explained a few words.
"Just a misunderstanding? Just let it go?"
Lin Pojun trembled all over, and his aura surged again.
The most glorious thing in his life was taking charge of the Zhenyuan Army and becoming the respected Duke of Zhenguo.
Therefore, the 100,000 Zhenyuan troops were definitely his most proud asset.
He never expected that this time, joining forces with Jiang Shangwu would actually kill so many of his soldiers. Strictly speaking, the Zhenyuan Army sent out was not 30,000 strong, but was formed by adding the garrison troops drawn along the way.
But this makes the situation even more serious.
The withdrawal of troops stationed at the border was already a serious violation of military discipline, and now they have been killed.
Lin Pojun knew very well that he could not bear such a charge.
Therefore, Jiang Shangwu must take responsibility.
"The lives of 30,000 soldiers must be repaid with blood!"
"Even if I, Lin Pojun, die in battle today, I will avenge the Zhenyuan Army!"
Boom!!
Before Lin Pojun could finish his words, he swung the sharp sword in his hand.
The sword light suddenly increased by more than ten meters and chopped down on Jiang Shangwu's head.
"Lin Pojun!"
Jiang Shangwu roared and grabbed it with one hand.
The sword light was clearly insubstantial, but at this moment it seemed to be real. Jiang Shangwu actually caught the terrifying sword light with one hand.
Crack!
The limbs of the warhorse under Jiang Shangwu were broken on the spot. It let out a long, painful neigh and died on the spot.
Jiang Shangwu took the opportunity to leap forward and shattered the sword light that was more than ten meters long with one punch.
"Protect the prince!"
"How dare you—how dare you lay hands on the prince!"
Boom boom boom.
The Tian Ce Army roared and was about to charge forward.
"stop!!"
Jiang Shangwu's body was suspended in the air more than ten meters high, with his Qi surging from all over his body. He looked down from above:
"If we both fight here today, it will be a fight to the death. Give me some time, and I will personally hand the culprit over to you."
The sword in Lin Pojun's hand shook a few times, making a buzzing sound. His eyes once again fell on the shadow of the wordless stone tablet behind Jiang Shangwu.
In the end, he didn't continue to take action.
The loss of 30,000 troops has already made him guilty of a serious crime and he is on the verge of death. His only hope is the prince in front of him.
If I really fall out with the prince, I will be doomed.
Moreover, the sword strike just now was enough to show his attitude. I believe the Zhenyuan Army behind him also saw that he dared to kill the prince in order to protect the Zhenyuan Army.
You know, under normal circumstances, this would definitely be a capital crime.
Lin Pojun's tone was no longer so tough:
"How long will it take you?"
"One month."
"It's been too long... I'll only give you ten days!"
"It will take time to get to Liangjie City from here. If he runs away, we will need to track him down. Twenty days." Jiang Shangwu bargained.
"Twenty days then—this is the last chance."
After a few words, the two sides reached a simple agreement in public.
Jiang Shangwu changed his tone and invited, "We have a common enemy. Why don't you come back to the camp with me, Duke of Zhenguo? Some things need to be discussed face to face."
Lin Pojun thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to go back to the camp. Let's talk about it here."
Jiang Shangwu took another step back and looked around. There was a dense forest not far away.
"Duke Zhenguo, please!"
After saying that, he took a few steps into the air and walked away.
Lin Pojun did not fly into the air, but ordered the Zhenyuan Army to stay and then rode on horseback to catch up.
Soon, they arrived at the edge of the dense forest.
At this distance, both armies could see each other clearly, but they certainly couldn't hear what they were saying.
Jiang Shangwu had already landed on the ground. Seeing Lin Pojun coming, he said in a deep voice:
"Your former son seems to be quite extraordinary. Have you ever wondered why your 30,000-man army died in the desert?"
Lin Pojun's expression became somewhat unnatural. He coughed dryly and then said:
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