I have to say, this woman is more and more attractive the more you look at her.
Every gesture she makes exudes a noble air, making people want to get closer.
"Report—"
A yamen runner rushed in, interrupting Lu Yan's reverie.
"What's the matter that you're in such a panic?" Lu Yan asked, somewhat displeased.
"My lord, General Lu Fei has sent word that the musketeers were attacked on the road!"
The bailiffs reported this breathlessly.
"What?!" Lu Yan's expression changed.
"What happened? What are the casualties?"
"The specifics are still unclear; all we know is that Liu An sent people to do it,"
The constable quickly replied.
"Battalion Commander Lu Fei has won a great victory in this battle, but he fears there may still be an ambush, so he requests reinforcements!"
"That old scoundrel Liu An is tired of living!"
Lu Yan slammed his hand on the table, splashing tea that left a dark stain on the surface.
"You think I'm a pushover? You dare touch my musketeers!"
"Someone, immediately order Zhang Xun to lead the cavalry battalion to provide immediate support to Lu Fei!"
"Tell him to make sure that batch of muskets is safe, not a single one can be lost!"
"Any resistance will be met with death!"
"Furthermore, write a letter and send it to the capital to inform the Empress of this matter!"
"Yes!" The constable accepted the order and left.
He paced anxiously back and forth as he gave instructions.
These muskets are of great significance and must not fall into Liu An's hands.
Chen Qingwan observed all of this and pondered to herself:
Lu Yan was actually so anxious about my batch of muskets.
And given Liu An's audacity, he likely has accomplices within the capital.
It seems we need to investigate this matter as soon as possible to avoid endless troubles.
She stood up calmly and said to Lu Yan:
"Lord Lu, I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room to rest first."
"Please go ahead, Miss Chen."
Lu Yan stood up to see her off, watching Chen Qingwan's graceful figure disappear at the end of the corridor, a ripple of emotion stirring in his heart.
After returning to her room, Chen Qingwan immediately summoned her bodyguards and gave them instructions:
"Immediately send someone to secretly investigate Liu An's influence in the capital and which officials he associates with."
"Remember, be extremely careful and don't alert the enemy."
"Yes!" The guard accepted the order and left.
Chen Qingwan then wrote another letter, instructing her trusted confidants in the palace to strengthen palace security as a precaution.
After finishing writing, she sealed the letter, handed it to the guard, and gave the instructions:
"Send this letter secretly to the palace, and be sure to deliver it to General Li Mu personally."
"Yes, sir!"
The guard took the letter and quickly disappeared into the night.
...
The official roads on the outskirts of Beijing meander like snakes.
The trees on both sides were bare, and the autumn wind swirled the fallen leaves in the air.
Lu Fei led his musketeer team slowly forward along the official road.
The team maintained a tight formation, with each member vigilantly watching their surroundings.
A scout rode up on horseback to report, and bowed, saying:
"General, we are less than a hundred li from the capital!"
Lu Fei nodded, his expression solemn:
"Tell the brothers to be on high alert."
He tightened the reins, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his eyes blazing as he scanned the surroundings.
As far as the eye could see, the withered yellow grass trembled in the autumn wind.
The bare branches, like twisted claws, stretched towards the gray sky.
The surrounding silence was eerily profound.
Only the occasional hoarse caw of a crow echoed through the empty valley.
A few startled birds fluttered out of the woods, breaking the suffocating silence.
But this made Lu Fei even more uneasy; he felt that something was about to happen.
He subconsciously touched the musket beside him, and the cold touch made him feel a little more at ease.
"Speed up! We must reach the capital before nightfall!"
He urged the group on loudly, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse in the wind.
However, what you fear most is what happens.
We hadn't gone far when dust started billowing up ahead.
A large army appeared in sight, blocking the official road completely.
Lu Fei's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong.
This army is large in number and well-equipped; it is clearly not an ordinary army.
He immediately ordered the troops to halt their advance and prepare for battle.
The leading general rode a tall, magnificent horse.
He was dressed in bright silver armor, with a sword hanging at his waist, and looked arrogant and haughty.
Behind him followed a squad of elite soldiers, each strong and muscular, exuding a murderous aura.
The general surveyed Lu Fei's musketeer squad from afar, a disdainful sneer playing on his lips.
"With so few people, what good would it do to have that fire-breathing, loud thing?"
"Lord Liu is making a big fuss over nothing. You even made me bring so many elite troops. It's like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"
His adjutant beside him smiled obsequiously:
"The general is right. The musketeers of Shannan Prefecture are nothing but a rabble. How could they be a match for us?"
"With just one command from the general, we can crush them into dust!"
The general laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the deputy's flattery.
He waved his hand and gave the order:
"Send someone to persuade them to surrender, so as not to waste time."
A soldier received the order and rode a fast horse to Lu Fei's troops.
After bringing the horse to a stop, he shouted loudly:
"My general said that as long as you hand over that batch of muskets, you will be allowed to die a complete death!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Fei sneered and retorted:
"We are the Shannan Prefecture Musketeers. Are you going against Shannan Prefecture?"
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