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

“…divine soldiers descended from the sky.”

"Your Highness, I'm afraid all this was premeditated?"

Nuo Zimu squinted his eyes and looked at the situation under the city wall. Countless corpses were lying on the broken bridge, blood was flowing like a river, and the scarlet blood froze into ice in an instant.

Even an army as ferocious as the Xu family army would find it difficult to resist the bombardment of countless dense rain of arrows.

The other military officers rubbed their eyes with their fingers, thinking that they were getting old and their eyesight was blurry.

They propped their wrist guards on the city wall, not caring that the wall was frozen and freezing cold.

"This... How could the firepower of the Moxi Army suddenly increase so much..."

"Could it be that my eyes are blurry?"

The Moxi Army, which was originally at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the Xu family army, suddenly turned the situation around.

The Xu family army had no choice but to sacrifice the shield soldiers in the front and retreat in order to protect their commander.

No matter how strong his willpower was, facing this great defeat and the annihilation of all the shield soldiers, he could not resist the mental breakdown.

The commander only felt a sharp pain in his heart. These were the shield soldiers he had trained personally. They had gone through life and death and killed countless barbarians.

Now he did not die at the hands of the barbarians, but at the hands of his own people.

What made him even more desperate was that he knew that if he took a step back this time, there was a high probability that he would not be able to take down the broken bridge.

The last chance to save oneself will be lost, and one will be completely trapped in a jar, at the mercy of others.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?"

"What kind of witchcraft is this?!"

"I have fought on the battlefield for so many years, but I have never seen anything so strange and unpredictable..."

He was hit by an arrow on the shoulder and back, but fortunately the armor he was wearing was an heirloom, which was given to him by his ancestors when they were still favored by the emperor.

The arrow only slightly got stuck in the hollow design of the armor and did not go in an inch further. He only suffered minor injuries.

This armor can be regarded as a precious piece of equipment, but the production process is too complicated, and now only generals can wear it.

It is precisely because of this armor that he can stand fearlessly in the face of the barbarians' scimitars. Even if the barbarians' scimitars are too dangerous, they can only hurt his flesh but cannot break his arms.

……

"General Nuo, do you also think that I, the crown prince, am a fool?"

Zhao Changlin looked back with amusement, she was still calm as ever, everyone in the world was afraid of being harmed by witchcraft, but she was not afraid.

How could her Zhiyuan harm her?

Look, wasn’t this great victory given to her by Zhiyuan?

"The old minister dare not."

Nuo Zimu's wrinkles piled up on his face, and he was the first to admit his disrespect. He continued, "But your highness, you should use less of these crooked and evil techniques."

"When marching and fighting, the worst thing to do is to entrust your life to others."

He was about to continue speaking when he heard a familiar, clear voice, like the melodious sound of a kingfisher.

"General, you are joking. This is clearly the work of the Moxi Army. How can you say it is a crooked trick?"

"Could it be that the general is not convinced that General Zhou has stolen his limelight?"

Zhao Changlin was the first to react. The expression on her face that had not changed for a long time finally changed. Her heart was beating fast. She turned around suddenly and saw the man standing in the dim light.

The torches on the city wall flickered, the red flames reflected on her snow-white skin, and the longing surged in like a tide.

"Zhi Yuan!"

She no longer cared about her etiquette at this moment and walked forward quickly. The eldest princess, who was always mature and steady, would be rude for a moment in front of the person she missed.

"It's me, Your Highness."

"I was very worried about your safety in the palace, so I simply begged Lord Di Ping to bring Zhiyuan here."

"I hope Zhiyuan didn't cause any trouble for His Highness."

By bringing out Di Ping as a witness, Xia Zhiyuan just wanted to make that old man Nuo Zimu shut up.

Xia Zhiyuan had changed her waistcoat and cloak a long time ago, returning to the familiar clear blue color, but her face was not as rosy as it was a few days ago.

It seemed as if he had returned to the sickly look he had when they first met.

He had finally managed to get her back into good shape in the palace, but how come she became like this again after going out? Zhao Changlin raised his hand, with only pity in his eyes.

She moved closer, held Xia Zhiyuan's wrist in her hand, and placed it in her palm, as if she was afraid that she would be cold, and blew a few breaths of hot air.

White mist was floating above the city wall. Xia Zhiyuan only felt the back of his hand was warm. The cold he had caught in Longya Village had completely melted away.

"Your Highness, Zhiyuan is fine."

"Your Highness, don't worry too much."

Although Xia Zhiyuan said this, she could not hide the haggard look on her face at all, especially the dark circles under her eyes, which looked no different from her own.

She was busy with the affairs of the court, working day and night, staying up all night, reviewing memorials, so there was a faint dark color under her eyes.

But Zhiyuan is different from herself. She is like this because of the torture of illness.

"No, I want to worry."

She said this in a somewhat arrogant and willful manner, then took Xia Zhiyuan's wrist and came to the city wall. The thick smell of blood was surging in the cold air.

"You came at the right time. The Xu family army was defeated and is now trapped in my jar."

"With only one breath left, the disciple struggled on the spot."

"I am still considering whether to spare their lives or execute them on the spot."

Although Xu's army was brave and good at fighting, they had evil intentions and defected to King Wen and started a rebellion.

Which one of these things is not a capital crime?

If I don't set an example and let Xu Jiajun go, I'm afraid I won't be able to convince others.

But it would be a pity for such an elite army to die at the hands of their own people. The barbarian tribes had been eyeing the northern border covetously, coming to harass and plunder from time to time.

If we can persuade the commander of Xu's army to surrender, and let him redeem himself by leading his troops to guard the barbarian front, it would be feasible.

"Then Your Highness, why don't you let the ministers of the court decide?"

"I'm sure all the generals and commanders have seen clearly how fierce the Xu family army is today, and have made their own decisions."

Who doesn't know how to pass the buck?

If Your Highness were to personally deal with the Xu family army, I'm afraid not only would the civil officials who uphold the laws of the Daliang Dynasty disagree, but even this group of military officers with their own ulterior motives would have different opinions.

In that case, let's detain him first, save his life, and we can think of other things later.

Xia Zhiyuan followed Zhao Changlin's gaze and looked towards the foot of Jinzhou City. He saw a loud "boom" and the iron bridge broke, carrying with it the shield soldiers and soldiers of the Xu family army on the bridge who had not had time to retreat, all of whom were buried in the turbulent river.

Their bodies were cut by the broken ice and in just a moment, they were submerged by the river water. The river was filled with blood, dyeing the broken ice red.

"Xu Yi! Xu Yi!"

“My son…My son!”

The old man's eyes were red, and he fell to his knees powerlessly, watching the familiar figure being buried in the surging river along with the soldiers because they had no time to retreat.

He grabbed a ball of snow with both hands and howled to the sky.