Chapter 300 Why did Zhou Lang die?

Jun Lin was promoted from the end of the team to the front in an instant. With Emperor Jing leading the team in front, each of these people had a rosy face and was extremely excited.

Jun Lin asked, "What did you do?"

Shen Sinian's voice was still a little unsteady, and his eyes were locked on her, fearing that she would be lost again. The young man said seriously, "I went with Manhuang to intercept food and grass in southern Xinjiang, but we didn't expect the other side to be so heavily guarded, so we were unsuccessful."

After hearing this, Jun Lin felt that he had some responsibility.

Last night she cleared out a cavalry unit, and was afraid that it had alarmed Southern Xinjiang. Even she couldn't find the food and fodder, so they must have been moved to increase security.

Manhuang panted heavily, "Lord, without you, we dare not launch a large-scale attack on our own. The left prime minister also has limited military power. Now that you have returned, are you determined to take over Southern Xinjiang?"

Jun Lin looked into the distance and saw the beautiful scenery. How could she miss this good opportunity?

"Of course."

She gripped the horse's belly and rode away, with the army following closely behind her with great momentum. Shen Sinian and Manhuang looked at each other, and their hearts, which had been hanging in the air, finally felt a little bit of reality when they landed on the ground.

She's really back. She's really back.

In these three months, many people were tortured by Jun Lin's disappearance. Shen was only loyal to Emperor Jing. This barbaric world was made up of only Emperor Jing. Without her, even under the calm surface, there was a heart that was almost broken. But fortunately, she came back.

Shen Sinian's mouth curled up in a small arc of joy, and he smiled happily to himself, somewhat shyly.

Wild joy burst out from those bright eyes, just like a big dog that finally waits for its owner to return home, with its nonexistent tail wagging behind it in joy.

When they returned to the main camp, Yunyu and others had already come out to greet them.

When they saw the King of Yue, they couldn't wait to ask about Jun Lin's whereabouts. They were overjoyed to learn that she would be there soon.

Jun Lin hadn't gotten off the horse yet, and Xing Zhi came running over, crying and laughing: "Hey, I told you that this troublemaker was still alive, come on, I'll carry you off the horse!"

Jun Lin: “?”

If you are sick, why don't you go get treatment? Why are you coming here to act crazy?

Manhuang grabbed Xingzhi by the collar with an expressionless face and threw him away. Yanyu quickly stepped forward and called out in a deep and urgent voice, "Master."

Lin Junhuai also came back and kept jumping high behind the others, anxiously saying, "Quickly get out of the way, let me go to the front to see Brother Xiaolin!"

Shen Sinian tightened the scabbard and decided to give each of the group a sword.

Gongqing and Wushi stood at the door of the tent and looked over here from afar.

It's bustling here. The leaders who are usually very dignified in front of their subordinates are now three and a half years old and childish. They can't wait to jump around in front of Emperor Jing all day to show their presence.

Jun Lin: “…”

Should she be happy?

There were so many people around her.

But could you please give way? I have nowhere to go if I get off my horse.

Jun Lin sat on his horse and sighed at the rising sun, but his expression looked calm no matter how you looked at it.

She was surrounded by everyone and should have been the one being pampered, but anyone who looked carefully would find that it was the man sitting on the horse who was pampering these willful and childish people.

"I'm fine now, everyone, please spread out and give me a place to stay."

As soon as Emperor Jing spoke, everyone stepped back obediently, and the hairy little head swayed in her eyes.

Jun Lin touched Shen Sinian and then Lin Junhuai, patted Yanyu and then patted Xingzhi, and did not leave out Manhuang either, and he coaxed them all into submission in no time.

When he reached the camp, he met the minister again. The minister smiled and said, "Is Zhou Lang dead?"

The king was startled.

The news spread so quickly? Did the officials also know that Nian Niang's husband was dead?

Jun Lin explained earnestly: "I said at that time that Zhou Lang and I had parted ways and were nowhere to be found. It was they who spread the word that Zhou Lang was dead."

Gongqing raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you explain it and say Zhou Lang is dead some other day?"

Jun Lin was emotionless: "Zhou Lang will only affect the speed of my sword drawing. It is better for him to die."

Gongqing: "..."

I'm really sorry for you that I'm still alive!

There was a faint smile in Wushi's eyes. The one who died was Lord Zhou, not him, Wushi. Why shouldn't he smile?

A group of people came into the tent in a noisy and lively manner. With so many people, the space suddenly seemed cramped. They sat upright on wooden chairs in two rows, their eyes all looking towards the master in the main seat, waiting for their real master to give the final order.

Jun Lin asked: "Are the crossbow vehicles, revolving missiles, robocars, reconnaissance irises, and mechanical beasts ready?"

Lin Junhuai's eyes flashed: "Everything has been prepared, please rest assured, Your Majesty!"

She then asked, "Have you trained the trapped beast formation?"

Yu Yu straightened his back and said, "It's already been practiced. Si Nian and Man Huang will be in charge of the left and right wings respectively, and I will be in charge of the center."

The Beast Trapped Formation was a brand new military formation designed by Jun Lin and the other three. It had never been used before, and it caught Le Zhou off guard in this decisive battle.

Shen Sinian and Manhuang also nodded affirmatively, indicating that they were already very skilled.

Jun Lin was satisfied and continued, "Have you dealt with all the escaped fish of the Yinyang family?"

Xingzhi chuckled: "Of course! There will definitely be no trace of them on the battlefield this time!"

She was relieved that there was still a way to do business in this field.

"Are the various formations I asked you to set up all right?"

Wu Shi didn't answer, but just nodded slightly.

Finally, she grinned and said, "Then, Senior Brother, we will take the lead this time."

The ministers smiled and said, "I couldn't ask for more."

It was already November and it was very cold outside. As they talked, the heat from their mouths turned into white mist and dissipated in the air.

But it’s different if we break into southern Xinjiang.

It's spring all year round there.

The next day, Jing Yue changed his usual gentle fighting style and advanced fiercely and quickly. Not only that, the number of troops was terrifying, as high as 800,000.

Including southern Xinjiang, this was almost the largest war in history, with a death toll of over one million.

Le Zhou listened to the battle reports of the defeat with a grim expression. It seemed that the two men had gone back, otherwise how could they have the power to mobilize these troops.

The person he hated the most was Jun Lin. The Order of Zeyue that he had worked so hard to obtain was taken away by Jun Lin along with the Order of Southern Xinjiang.

The newly appointed King of Southern Xinjiang put on his military uniform and rushed to the battlefield. His eyes were full of light and darkness, making it impossible for others to know what he was thinking.

When the two armies confronted each other, Le Zhou looked up at Jun Lin and Gong Qing, with a sinister smile on his face.

Let's take another gamble.

It depends on who has better luck, and the scales of victory will tilt towards them.