The two armies finally went to war.
The young female general was dressed in silver armor, and her majestic and indifferent voice sounded, and then raised the red tasseled gun shining with fierce cold light. The light passing through the air seemed to cut a hole in the day.
Bloody, cold wind hunting.
...
at night.
Yan army camp tent.
Several counsellors stood in front of Emperor Yan, respectfully waiting for the emperor's order.
The weather is still a bit cold now, and Yan Jun’s body is not that good. After all, he has been in deficit for a few years and has already damaged his foundation. Even if he is detoxified, he still suffers from chills. In this weather, he is already covered In the Greatcloak, his bones looked a little thin.
His lips were a little pale, he raised his long fingers against his thin lips, coughed twice, and asked, "Who is the chief of the Chu army?"
In the daytime battle, the result of the battle between the two armies was a draw.
This surprised Yan Jun. After all, in the last battle, Chu Jun was unable to parry Yan Jun. Now it is just a change of coach. After only a few days, there have been earth-shaking changes, and he just asked casually. One sentence.
But after asking, Yan Jun found something wrong with the atmosphere.
He raised his dark eyes and glanced around. He frowned slightly, "What? Is it difficult to answer this question?"
The several counsellors in the main tent looked at each other, not one of them dared to speak, one after another saw the horror on each other's face.
In the end, it was the military division who came out, bowed his hand towards Yan Jun, and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, the chief of the Chu Army is..."
"Nan Chuxi and princess, Chu Yunke."
After saying this, the military commander bowed his head respectfully not to look at Yan Jun's face. After all, who didn't know that this Xi and princess were once their empress empress in Beiliang, and even Yan Emperor's beloved wife.
Click.
The slip in Yan Jun's hand fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
Everyone bowed their heads, afraid to look at Yan Jun's face.
"absurd."
The man's sweet voice sounded. Although it sounds calm, he can hear the deep anger hidden in it.
"Is Nan Chu no one? Let her be a woman on the battlefield, or the body of a princess... It's ridiculous."
There seemed to be a fire burning in my heart, burning reason.
Yan Jun stretched out his hand and pushed everything on the table, his face was terribly ugly, and his pale face was now even less bloody. In those eyes, there was deep anger, but more worry and fear.
He was afraid, he was afraid that she would have an accident on the battlefield.
On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes.
...
Yan Jun stood up at once, and he was about to walk out of the account.
Then he was dragged tightly by his sleeves.
Looking back, it was a military division.
Although Yan Jun's expression is still not very good, his tone is still respectful, "Military, let go, I have a sense of measure."
The military division shook his head slowly and firmly.
"Your Majesty, no."
"Xi and the princess are in charge this time, they must have spotted your unbearable heart for her. If you are disturbed by the love of your children..."
"Then we will definitely lose."
The military commander's words were almost hoarse. After speaking, he bowed deeply to the emperor before him.
The mind that had just been impulsive also gradually calmed down, Yan Jun closed his eyes fiercely, and the fingers in his sleeves gradually tightened, but after all, there was no refutation.