Mortal Mage

Shrouds of snow lay on the grass, and the forest looked like rows of skeletons, among which hung an icy fog.

"Hunk, bang! Hunk, bang!"

A brown horse trotted across the frozen lake.

"Drive! Drive!"

A tearing roar passed by.

"Snapped!"

"Crack! Crack!"

“Chihishishi!”

The heavy crack of the whip cut into the horse's hindquarters like a knife.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

The horse had already used all its strength on its feet, its nostrils constantly contracting and expanding, spewing out thick white cold mist.

"How many troops have been transferred from Dongzhili!"

Guo Zhuoran was wearing a bright red cape on the horse's hooves, and the small mustache on his chin was frozen into an ice line.

Behind him, various cavalrymen kept gathering from all directions.

"Less than 80,000!"

"Fuck it! Let's go to Xizhou and fall again!"

"Report! Commander! The 120,000 veteran soldiers from the Nanzhou garrison will be able to come to our aid within three days!"

"Report! Commander! The 30,000 former members of the Twelve Direct Lis of Canglang East and West can arrive at Taihe City within five days!"

"Report!..."

On the endless plain, horses were galloping together, and behind them, there was a rumbling sound as groups of footsoldiers like ants slowly gathered towards the direction of Taihe City.

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Taihe Palace, the emperor's bedroom.

Zhang Mingxuan sat cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, holding a charcoal pencil in his hand and making modifications to the rice paper spread on the ground, glancing at the texture under his butt from time to time.

"Your Majesty, Dang Nanzhi requests an audience."

"Xuan."

The snow powder and the remaining snow were swept in by his mad steps, and the coldness hit him in the face.

"Your Majesty! We have mobilized the old members of the Feathered Guards and the veteran soldiers of the garrisons, totaling less than 200,000. They will arrive at Taihe City in six days!"

"Circulate this military order to all departments." Zhang Mingxuan stared at the drawings spread on the ground, crumpled up a ball of paper with one hand and threw it to Dang Nanzhi.

Dang Nanzhi picked up the paper ball with a suspicious look on his face and slowly opened it.

"When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy camps, I harass; when the enemy tires, I attack; when the enemy retreats, I pursue."

"Yes!" He put away the paper ball and jumped out of the door.

-

The cold air blew past my nose with a charming fragrance.

"drive!"

The golden cloak was rustling in the wind, and Yan Yun was riding on a white warhorse, galloping with his body pressed down.

"Empress! The spies have reported! We have spotted 200,000 Taicang infantrymen 200 miles ahead, rushing to support Taihe City!"

"Empress! A spy has reported! A large number of people in Taihe City are being driven out of the city!"

"Empress! The secret agents in the palace have sent us news! The Emperor of Taicang Empire has been staying in the palace recently and has not left!"

"Empress! There is news from the inside! Eight hundred Taicang infantrymen in the city can open the west gate of Taihe City at night!"

One by one, the cavalrymen in golden armor caught up with her, and then quickly dispersed in all directions.

"Gu Lan, you send 10,000 light cavalry to quickly stop the Taicang infantry 200 miles away. Then order 50,000 infantry to rescue you. Order the army to speed up!" Yun shouted to a cavalry lieutenant general behind him.

"Queen! Wait for me!" Ye Yu hit the horse's belly fiercely. The warhorse neighed and chased after Yun.

Snowflakes were flying everywhere under the horses' hooves, and the sound gradually faded away. The army was like waves in the sea, surging forward one after another.

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Hall of Supreme Harmony

"Your Majesty, five days?" Li Xucheng was lying in chains in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, staring at the blueprint spread on the ground. "This trap array is complicated, with in and out, and intertwined. I am at the third level of Qi Refining, and my skills are clumsy. It will take at least a month to set it up."

"The Tianze army will arrive in six days at most, but it will take more than a month to set up the bedroom?" Zhang Mingxuan looked angry.

"Your Majesty, this formation is so complex that it is difficult for me to control my spiritual power so finely." Li Xucheng stared at the rice paper intently.

"Xiao Feizi, bring it to him." Zhang Mingxuan looked at Li Xucheng impatiently.

Xiao Feizi held a delicate and exquisite jar and placed it in front of Li Xucheng with a "clang".

"What is this? The one torn by Wang Mingde, the Nine Suns Immortal Dew Wine?"