Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Beside the Yong River.

A light snow had begun to fall from the sky, landing on the soldiers' heavy armor. It was so cold that even the spears in their hands became dull.

Their lips trembled, but they still walked step by step on the muddy ground, looking at the white-robed general riding on a tall horse in front of them, holding a military flag in his hand.

"Soldiers, don't be afraid!"

"Since we have won today, let's stew the tender lamb!"

“The popular drink is spicy!”

Pulling the reins, Lu Boshan squeezed his horse's belly, turned around and came in front of the soldiers. These were his personal soldiers selected by him personally. Although they had good physical fitness and had been on the battlefield and fought against barbarians, they were still not used to the climate in Jinzhou City.

In response to the general's promise, the soldiers raised their spears and shouted to the sky: "We will win this battle! We will win this battle!"

The sound was so loud that it almost blended with the surging river, and the spear flashed silver in the snow.

It also represents the soldiers' determination to die.

Seeing this scene, Lu Boshan raised his eyebrows proudly. He turned his head, put the military flag in his hand, and looked at the remnants of King Wen who were riding horses across the river.

Don't care.

It was exactly the same as what he had gathered by sending the gang of martial artists from Zhaiyue Tower to gather in advance. Because their all-night journey was in vain, when the remaining followers of King Wen arrived here, they were already exhausted and their food supplies were almost gone.

Now that we have finally arrived at the Yong River, we must fight a desperate battle and go straight to the imperial court.

"My Lord, you must not be careless."

"Although the remaining followers of King Wen are already at the end of their strength when they reach here, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Even if they are weak, they can still bite someone hard."

A hearty voice sounded in his ears. Lu Boshan turned his head and saw a man wearing heavy black armor and a white headband on his head. He seemed to be in mourning for someone.

"Commander Gu, you are a person who has committed a crime and it is not your turn to point fingers at me."

Lu Boshan held his head high and didn't look at Gu Zhao seriously at all. He looked down on Gu Zhao from the bottom of his heart. He thought Gu Zhao was just a stray dog, so what right did he have to ride on the same horse as him?

Hearing Lu Boshan's sarcasm towards him, even though Gu Zhao felt resentful, he could only laugh it off.

He glanced at Lu Boshan from the corner of his eye and continued slowly, "My Lord, I used to be like you - arrogant and thought that Her Royal Highness the Princess was nothing special."

"But in the end, it's still making wedding clothes for others."

"Is the alliance between the Marquis and General Nuo reliable?"

"It's just relying on a few words from the daughter of the Nuo family."

His words were full of sarcasm, mocking Lu Boshan as a gigolo who relied on women and his father-in-law to have the right to stand against him, with his hands on his hips, and point fingers at him.

"What has this got to do with you?"

"Besides, when did I ever say that I wanted to marry the daughter of the general's mansion? Don't lie to me here!"

The voices of the two were lost in the wind. If one did not listen carefully, one could not hear them at all. Lu Boshan's face was frozen purple, so even though his face turned red because of what Gu Zhao said, it was basically impossible to tell whether he turned red because of the cold or because he was angry and embarrassed.

"I overstepped the boundaries, but you and the daughter of the Nuo family are a perfect match, sir. As for the assistant minister's daughter...hahahaha... sir, forget it."

Gu Zhao seemed to be enjoying his talk and didn't seem to want to stop at all. He knew that this would arouse Lu Boshan's anger.

He liked to see Lu Boshan gritting his teeth in anger and looking helpless and humiliated.

Isn't this pleasant?

"Shut up, you bastard. I'm giving you face, right?"

Lu Boshan waved the military flag and swept his stick across, pressing it against Gu Zhao's chin. His eyes were filled with rage, and it seemed that he didn't want to hear anything more from Gu Zhao.

The etiquette that is always on our lips is quickly thrown out of our minds.

Feeling the temperature of the cold iron rod, Gu Zhao lowered his eyes. He was not frightened by Lu Boshan's threatening move at all. Instead, he was quite unconcerned.

He stretched out his hand to grasp the military flag, and tightened his grip all of a sudden, almost pulling Lu Boshan off his horse. Fortunately, Lu Boshan had been marching and fighting for many years, so he was no ordinary man.

He straightened his back and steadied himself in an instant, but this embarrassing action made Gu Zhao smile contemptuously.

"My Lord, you know that no matter how much you beg His Highness, or even if you openly make a promise to His Highness in public, His Highness will not give up his beloved to you."

Hearing the word "sweetheart", Lu Boshan was visibly stunned, and his original arrogance was extinguished in an instant. He only felt his throat tightening, but he was unable to refute the truth that Gu Zhao said.

"How is it, my Lord?"

"Does the Marquis know the consequences of going against His Highness?"

"Your Highness is not the late emperor. Your Highness really has the guts to deprive the Marquis of his title. Even if the Marquis has a red-lettered iron certificate in his family, what does that matter?"

"Her Highness will never allow anyone to defile anything that belongs to her."

"My Lord, don't you know clearly that in this world, besides Your Highness himself, who else can dispatch the Shadow Guards?"

In the first confrontation, Gu Zhao suffered a great loss at the hands of Zhao Changlin and almost lost his life and property. How could he not be afraid?

Even his previous arrogance has been restrained a lot.

When Lu Boshan heard this, he already understood most of what was going on. He was probably worried that Gu Zhao had suffered a lot at the hands of His Highness, which was why he had become so cowardly now.

Once bitten, twice shy.

It's just a figment of your imagination.

"You and I are different. You are you and I am me. If a chess player is indecisive, he will never win against his partner."

"I'm afraid Commander Gu doesn't understand this logic?"

As the two were fighting back and forth, they heard the sound of a horn. Then, a man on horseback shouted loudly from the other side of the river: "The one over there is the Loyal and Brave Marquis! I am the heir of the Xu family army!"

"Just want a fight!"

"Let's fight fair and square! If I win, you'll let me cross the river!"

The man held a silver spear in his hand, with a red tassel that was very eye-catching in the snow. He was wearing brown armor and had wrinkles on his face, obviously he was old.

No longer young.

But these words were as loud as a bell. One could tell that this man must have practiced hard every day and never rested, so he could be so strong at such an age.

When the soldiers behind him heard the general say this, they raised their spears like excited monkeys, howled loudly, and cheered for the general.

The descendants of Xu's army, the army that was rumored to be able to defeat a hundred enemies alone, but the former leader of the Xu's army was accidentally defeated and captured by the barbarians.

Emperor Wande was humiliated and furious, and he disbanded Xu's army in the court.

From then on, the fame of Xu's army was no longer spread, but became more of a story in folk operas, for people to talk about after dinner.