A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

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Gao Changgong was stunned, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. This princess herself did not say a word when she was scolded, but why did she suddenly explode as soon as he was teased?
Facing the enemy, the princess, who was dressed in men's royal uniform, had eyes as sharp as swords. At this moment, her gaze was like a general guarding the city gate, able to annihilate all invading enemies.

Gao Changgong once again deeply realized that Yuan Wuyou was a fierce general herself, and the guards existed to fight alongside her and provide her with extra strength, but she did not rely on the guards to live.

Yuan Wuyou looked at the man beside her. She didn't need any guards and didn't put her hope in anyone, but now she had him by her side. Gao Changgong protected her without any ulterior motives and would not stab her in the back. He was a solid and reliable comrade-in-arms who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

——After a while, Yuan Wuyou and Gao Changgong rushed out.

Because she was wearing complicated royal attire, she thought that even if she died, she could leave the last dignity for Huaxu Northern Zhou. If all else failed, she could leave the clothes behind and fake her death to escape.

But it's too inconvenient to move.

Gao Changgong stubbornly insisted on rushing in front of Yuan Wuyou, using his broad body and armor on his shoulders to block all the invading enemies in front of him.

The two of them couldn't find Li Mingjian along the way.

But he has always been elusive and even the Ten Thousand Mountains cannot trap him, so Yuan Wuyou naturally doesn't worry that he will be captured by the Bai Lan rebels.

Moreover, she and Gao Changgong rushed out of the encirclement, killing whoever stood in their way, and had no time to think about anything else.

Fortunately, there were only a few dozen Bai Lan rebels who rushed into the inn. When they came face to face with the fully armed Northern Qi God of War, most of the enemies were stabbed to death by his spear before they could even see his face.

The two of them quickly cleared a path leading to the main gate of the inn.

By the faint light of the fire burning everywhere outside.

Yuan Wuyou caught a glimpse of the man walking side by side with her. On his fair face, there was scarlet blood and a fresh knife wound.

I don't know when it was scratched, as if it was a white jade disk that was too sharp, and it scratched the person who touched it and made a streak of blood drip onto the jade.

"Chang Gong..."

"Ok?"

The man responded instantly and turned to look at her.

Gao Changgong followed her gaze, reached out to touch his face, and found his hands covered in blood.

He then gave Yuan Wuyou a naive smile, "What's the matter? I just felt pain on my face. It's ugly, right? If I was left with a scar, would you be afraid of me and dislike me?"

"No, it's your badge of honor."

"..."

When the two rushed out of the inn, they found that Bai Lan's small group of troops were just accomplices, and the black-clad soldiers following behind were the real tiger.

The Zhou government troops did break into the city.

But the people and guards of Xinye County are very resolute.

As soon as Yuan Wuyou walked out of the gate of the inn and onto the street, she saw a city guard running past her. As if he didn't see her, he carried a burning fire stick and rushed forward, shouting!
At the end of the torch he was holding, a few white faces appeared in the darkness. They were actually the Zhou state soldiers from the Hei family in black.

Seeing the Xinye city guards rushing over, several soldiers drew their swords in unison!

The cold light flashed and the torches swirled. Yuan Wuyou, who was watching from afar, was shocked. That soldier went to fight with a wooden stick, and he could actually fight back and forth?
She seemed to understand why Zhou State launched a surprise attack late at night.

With their military uniforms and armor, as long as they don't let the Xianbei white captives out, or cover their white faces, it would be difficult for people to detect these soldiers even if they got close to their faces in the middle of the night.

But the next moment, the soldier was killed by the enemy. The fire stick fell to the ground with a bang, and the torch was also stepped on and extinguished. But a ball of fire suddenly lit up next to Yuan Wuyou, and followed by a sentence "I'm not hit!"

Yuan Wuyou turned her head and saw a thin fireman wearing a dirty skirt, a helmet and black armor, holding a torch in one hand and a basket in the other. He was standing in front of her, and his legs were visibly shaking.

"Who are you?"

"Send...send food. Ni'er is King Fengling, right?"

Gao Changgong, who was standing next to the princess, had his gun raised in alertness, but when he heard the accent that sounded like that of a new savage, he silently put his hand down and put the gun behind his back.

Yuan Wuyou nodded helplessly, "Yes, how many of you are left now..."

Before she finished her words, the fireman strode forward and shoved the basket in his hand into her arms. "I didn't make it. I came out to ask my comrades to bring me food, but they are all dead. I have to go back and report the news."

After saying this, the man turned around and walked towards the side door, his legs trembling, his trousers lifted up, and holding the torch.

Yuan Wuyou held a basket with a fragrant smell of flour in his arms. He looked up and watched the fireman limping away as his back disappeared into the darkness.

She lowered her eyes and lifted the cloth covering the bamboo basket, only to see large pot-fried cakes inside, steaming hot, crispy yellow and white, with thick dough that looked soft.

After the fireman left, a foul smell surrounded the two of them. Gao Changgong had good eyesight and saw at a glance that after the fireman who delivered the meal left, there was a puddle of steaming water on the ground where he had stood.

He was obviously scared to the point of peeing his pants.

But Gao Changgong, based on the principle of maintaining other people's self-esteem, only frowned his thick sword-like eyebrows, said nothing, turned his head and looked into the girl's eyes.

Yuan Wuyou glanced at the puddle of water on the ground, which was just one step away from the man next to him, and then looked up at Gao Changgong.

"you……"

"not me."

"I know."

As he spoke, Yuan Wuyou silently held the basket in one hand and pulled his wrist guard with the other, dragging him in the direction where the fireman left.

"I want to ask you if you want to eat Guokui pancakes. Let's talk on the way."

"Where are you going?"

"From what that man said just now, the Xinye defenders were able to fight bravely without anyone in command, and they also had organization and logistics to fight back step by step, engaging in guerrilla warfare with the enemy. I found that they are worthy of my protection."

"Because they have no leader but can still fight alone and maintain morale?"

"Not only that, but also because of their tenacity and perseverance, they always find a way to persevere. It seems that Xinye and Xiangyang have been able to fight against the Zhou Kingdom for so many years, and they really have the support of the people and military accomplishments."

At that time, Yuan Wuyou had really made up his mind to take Xinye, which was invaded by the Northern Zhou Dynasty, first, confront the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and then launch a counterattack.

First of all, we must understand and integrate Xinye’s military structure.

Today, half of Xinye, with the area from Qianmen to Guanyi facing north, has been crushed by the Bailang rebels and the Northern Zhou soldiers.

But most of the people at the north gate fled to the half of the city facing the south through the back gate for refuge. In the middle, they were surrounded by a line of defense by the Xinye city defenders, who used this as a base to fight back step by step.

When Yuan Wuyou led the soldiers guarding the front line and found the county lieutenant who was temporarily in command of the city, she saw that these people were holding knives and guns, and carrying bows and swords. She remembered the soldier with a fire stick whom she met when she left the inn.