Chapter 75: War Begins

"I'm not going back."

A man's firm voice came from the white-topped tent.

Yun Rui said without a second thought: "Lu Zhen, as an excellent soldier, you must learn to obey orders!"

Lu Zhe's mind was filled with the words of that stranger enemy.

half-breed.

Why would he say that?

What does that person know?

Lu Ze didn't dare to think too deeply.

Of course he knew that he was not a member of the Yun family. He was just picked up by Yun Huai and raised in the Yun family!

So, Lu Zhen lowered his head.

So could he be sure that what the strange man said was related to his life experience?

Yun Rui had a terrible headache and decided not to continue talking to this stubborn man, so he lifted the curtain of the tent and went outside.

"My Lord." Luo Heng was wiping his sword blade. Seeing Yun Rui's gloomy face, he hurried over to him, "But did the young master disobey you?"

"Don't be angry with the young master. He is young and hot-tempered..."

Yun Rui suddenly stopped and said with a half-smile: "Luo Heng, why don't you become a general under Lu Zhen's command?"

"I dare not!" Luo Heng was choked and speechless.

Standing there and watching Yun Rui go up to the woods, He Gang grabbed Luo Heng's shoulders from behind:

"See? Master Hou is going to practice swordplay again. Be careful, or he'll chop you down next time."

Luo Heng stood there quietly for a long time before he said, "It still has to be burned."

Ding Ruhui was walking by when Luo Heng's words just happened to reach his ears: "General Luo, this may harm people's livelihood."

"Keming, you only care about the people of other countries, but have you ever cared about the people of Yuan?" Luo Heng said softly, "If there is no end and the war continues, how many troops will we have to resist the Dongyi?"

Ding Keming was speechless and his face turned red.

He Geng understood what Luo Heng meant, and patted Luo Heng on the shoulder as if in agreement: "Yes, Miss is still waiting for Master Hou to come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Yun Rui arranged the tempo of the war so tightly, and used the time for rest to create troubles for Dongyi again and again, so that Dongyi had no time to take care of other things, and even had to be nervous about recuperating. We can guess something from this.

That is, the importance of Mid-Autumn Festival to Lord Hou is self-evident.

What does the Marquis value most?

The glory of the Yun family, and their family.

Who do you like most in your family?

Apart from Yun Jia'an, there was no one else.

Luo Heng was worried and returned to the tent soon. He Gang looked at him and winked at Ding Ruhui:

"Keming, if you have the free time, you should spend more time to comfort the Marquis. If you really make the Marquis angry one day, won't you take the young master to massacre the city?"

"Who can you stop by then?"

As he was speaking, He Geng pouted in the direction of the white-topped tent, with a mischievous smile in his eyes:

"That Lord never had a heart."

Whether in Shangjing or in exile, Lu Zhe was always alone. He became addicted to loneliness despite being in the center of the hustle and bustle.

Otherwise, he will not be able to concentrate on making rational arrangements, and his first strike will surely hit the target.

In terms of foresight and foresight, if Lu Zhe is second, only Hou Ye can be ranked first.

Although he is not of the Yun family's bloodline, he is closely connected to the Yun family and is more like a child of the Yun family.

Except that person.

He Gang frowned, and suddenly an image of Lan Wuzhu appeared in his mind. He was in good shape, confident and well-informed, but with a cold expression, looking down on everyone.

As he thought about it, he began to overlap Lan'a's figure and appearance with Lu Zhe.

These two people are surprisingly similar?

He Gen shook his head. Ever since Lu Zhe was brought back to the Yun family by the eldest master, he had never left the capital. How could there be any resemblance between them? It might just be a coincidence.

Yun Rui was in the forest, but he was thinking about the layout map in his mind.

After dozens of battles, the Yun family army made great progress.

Not only did they completely occupy the Yujia Mountains, but their territory was even approaching the Kela Gobi Desert.

The Kuril Desert is not suitable for stationing troops, but as long as the territory expands outward, the advantages of the Dongyi army will sooner or later weaken and be at a disadvantage.

Just one more blow, just one heavy blow, would force the Dongyi to hand in their surrender.

What's the problem?

Sword energy fell everywhere in the forest, disturbing the dead leaves and branches on the ground.

Even the crow just landed on the branch, then flapped its wings and flew away.

It turns out it’s already autumn.

It went by too fast. I still remember that it was still the tail end of spring, but I didn’t expect that it would be autumn in the blink of an eye.

I'm afraid the Mid-Autumn Festival is getting closer day by day.

Forty years.

He would set aside some time every day to practice martial arts.

This habit can ensure that he will not let his imagination run wild and will only focus on the things at hand.

A horse stepped on a puddle in the forest, splashing out a lot of dirty water. The spy took a small flag stained with blood and said, "My Lord, twenty miles away in the Kuliqi Desert, we found that the enemy has assembled a large force and is heading towards the edge of Yujia Mountain."

"Except for me, all other spies have already been sacrificed. Please give us your instructions, sir!"

Yun Rui sheathed his sword and quickly ordered, "Go find He Geng and gather the Yun family army immediately. Thank you for your hard work."

The spy rode his horse and immediately turned his horse around and headed for the camp: "I obey your orders!"

Yun Rui watched the horses go away, and immediately mounted his own horse. He harassed them back and forth more than twenty times, and it seemed that he had finally forced them to take action.

The time has come for a decisive battle with the Dongyi.

He rode his horse, leaned over, pulled out the silver spear stuck in the soil, and headed towards the army.

Lu Zhe's injury had not yet fully healed, so Yun Rui had people detain Lu Zhe in the camp and guard him carefully. Luo Heng didn't know where he had gone for a while. Yun Rui frowned. Today's military discipline has become more and more lax.

"Soldiers, never retreat no matter how difficult it is, and never give up."

"This is a soldier's honor!"

He Gang raised his silver spear to encourage the army: "Today we will fight the Dongyi to the death."

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

All the soldiers had murderous looks on their faces.

"Soldiers, listen up. You will always be the glory of the Yuan Kingdom."

"Now, move forward—"

He Gang almost shouted these words, and the soldiers' blood boiled.

The country's justice is understood by everyone.

They marched in neat rows, in a black mass, with unified steps, towards the Kuril Desert.

Today was destined to be a fight to the death in the glaring desert without any tricks or strategies.

It all depends on brute force to determine the winner!

When Lu Zhen heard that it was quiet outside, he broke away the hands of the guards around him and said coldly:

"Everyone has left, what else do you want to see me do?"

The soldiers followed Yun Rui's orders in their hearts. Since they had done it, they all said in unison:

"Please forgive me, sir. We will go to inspect the camp now. Please rest on your own."

Lu Zhe's face turned pale, but his lips looked even redder.

He was so angry that he coughed a few times.

Someone lifted the calligraphy book and came in. Seeing Lu Zhen in such a vulnerable state, he whispered:

"Please, sir, give me a helping hand."

Luo Heng is so handsome

(End of this chapter)