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Chapter 1002: Veteran Forced!

"Then Jinyu, how did you see through Meng Zhang's plan?"

Si Luoying leaned over to take a closer look, and the battle situation simulated on the sand table shocked her heart.

"Because he and I are the same kind of people."

Su Ye suddenly stretched out his hands and put his arms around her waist, and the Dongzhu on the Chunjun sword tassel collided with Si Luoying's sword ornament, making a clear sound.

"Luo Ying, I want you to lead the Xuanhuang Army to test Meng Zhang tomorrow, but you only need to pretend to be defeated."

The orderly footsteps of the Xuanwu Guards were heard outside the tent, and Su Ye lowered his voice.

"You want to use the Black Phoenix Army as bait?"

Si Luoying was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes widened.

"No!"

"I want you to be defeated just right, so that Meng Zhang will think that I have reached the end of my rope. Only in this way will he reveal his fatal flaw."

Su Ye stroked the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows with his fingertips.

That night, Su Ye was sitting alone in his tent when the compass on his waist suddenly pointed to the east.

"Your Highness, Luowang's spies have reported that Meng Zhang's army has set up camp thirty miles away, and the general's tent is brightly lit."

Jingwei's graceful body quietly emerged in the tent.

"Let him wait a little longer"

"Wait until I have a scene with Luo Ying, and when the veterans of Tan Mengjun really think they can rely on Luo Ying's identity to turn against us."

"Then I can legitimately suppress them and bring these hundreds of thousands of troops into my hands!"

Su Ye had a blank expression on his face, but the words he spoke were enough to make all the generals in the Qian army furious.

At this time, the candlelight in the central army tent was flickering, and the agarwood in the copper furnace was emitting a light green smoke. Si Luoying's black cloak was stained with night dew. He was wiping the oriental pearl on the sword tassel with a silk handkerchief when he suddenly heard the sound of armor colliding outside the tent.

"The Third Princess! I, your humble servant, would like to see you!"

Tan Mengjun's hoarse voice was wrapped in the desolation of the northern border wind. The wolf head patterns on the armor of the twelve red-armored veterans glowed faintly in the firelight. The cracks on the black iron heart guard were like spider webs, all of which were the humerus bones that crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood with Gu Changqing.

Behind them, the remaining soldiers of the Wuxiong Guard, who were stopped by many Xuanhuang Guards, held up torches, lighting up the entire camp as bright as day.

"It's coming fast."

Si Luoying stroked the jade dragon-patterned buckle on the sword tassel, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Let General Tan and the others wait outside the tent. I will come right after changing my clothes."

She adjusted the Xuanhuang Heart Mirror, and the seven eastern beads on the mirror happened to correspond to the Big Dipper.

After the golden-armored female guards retreated, she suddenly swept the sheepskin map off the table, and the candlelight instantly engulfed the terrain of Hulu Valley.

"Your Highness is about to have a fit?"

Jingwei flashed out from the shadows, and the scales on his fishing net clothes reflected cold light.

"Outburst? No, I want them to see Princess Luo Ying's tears."

"Sister Jingwei, please go to the western tent and get some 'Mermaid Tears'."

Si Luoying dipped cinnabar in ink and painted half of a lotus on plain silk.

Within three incense sticks' time, Si Luoying had changed into light silver armor, her long hair was casually tied up with white silk, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was very lightly covered by powder.

When she opened the tent, the night wind was blowing in the smell of scorched earth, and the armor of several veterans including Tan Mengjun was rusty in the moonlight.

"Your Highness Luo Ying, Su Ye, the brat, forged a military order and imprisoned an old minister. This is treason!"

"The late emperor bestowed this 'Zhen'an Sword' upon me so that I could see the smoke of war extinguished forever in Daqian. Now, Su Ye is trying to be a coward with an army of 200,000. I, your old minister..." At this time, Tan Mengjun was kneeling on one knee outside. His blood-stained heart-protecting mirror reflected the cinnabar mark on the sand table inside the tent. He held up the half-broken black iron sword with both hands. The unevenly deep notches on the blade recorded his past thirty years of battles.

"General Tan, wait a minute."

Si Luoying took a step forward, and the emerald dragon-patterned buckle on his waist echoed with Su Ye's compass, making a clear dragon roar.

"I heard that when Jin Yu withdrew his troops, many soldiers saw flags rising from Meng Zhang's army. It was clearly the Yellow Sky Formation formed by the Yellow Turban Warriors. If the battle continues, can the silver armor of the Wuxiong Guards stop the Yellow Sky Axe of the Giant Spirit?"

She walked around the sand table, and her black deerskin boots crushed the blood clots in the tent.

“But…but Su Ye actually wants Your Highness to lead the Xuanhuang Army as bait. This is clearly to use Your Highness as a…”

Tan Mengjun's Adam's apple rolled as he recalled the tragic sight of Li Jingyuan being twisted into a bloody mist at dusk, with white steam seeping out from the gaps in his mottled red armor.

"General Tan, Jin Yu knows his limits."

Si Luoying's fingertips stroked the edge of the map, and the candlelight cast a flickering shadow on the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

She looked at the map on the table that was torn by the sword. The Grand Tutor's handwriting was still there, but the cinnabar annotations had turned crimson purple.

"Sense of proportion? He let the Takeo Guards be cannon fodder and the Red Armor Army leave them to die!"

The old general in red armor, Xiao Hanjiang, slammed the table hard, and half of the broken arrow fell out from the gap between his armor.

"Look at this, Princess Three!"

"If it weren't for my good fortune, I would have become a lonely soul in Hulu Valley by now!"

He tore open his clothes, revealing a bloody bronze fragment embedded in his chest.

Si Luoying's pupils shrank slightly. The fragment was exactly the axe blade of the Yellow Turban warrior. She looked at Tan Mengjun. There were three broken arrows stuck in the veteran's breastplate, and the arrow feathers still had burn marks.

"Su Ye is clearly trying to use our lives to pave the way for his Taoist soldiers!"

Tan Mengjun slammed the half-broken black iron sword on the table, causing a few drops of brown ginseng soup to splash out of the teacup.

This veteran who had fought his way out of the northern frontier was covered in the blood of the battlefield. Several bronze arrowheads from the Yellow Turban warriors were embedded in the gaps of his armor, glowing coldly in the firelight as he moved.

Si Luoying's fingertips stroked the sheepskin map on the table. It was drawn by Su Ye himself. The terrain of Hulu Valley outlined in cinnabar gave off a faint pine scent under the candlelight.

"General Tan, don't worry. Look at the terrain of Hulukou. If Meng Zhang's Yellow Turban warriors set up an ambush here, and Su Ye led his army to retreat thirty miles, it would seem like..."

She suddenly chuckled, with a hint of smile in her voice.

"It's like inviting a wolf into the house!"

"Princess Third, Su Ye is clearly planning to use your Xuan Huang Army as a scapegoat! His White Horse Volunteers have not been damaged so far, why not let these elite Taoist soldiers test it?"

Zhao Polu, the son of Zhao Tieshan, a remnant general of Wuxiong's Right Guard, spoke up. There were still blood scabs on the armor of this newly promoted Tiger Guard General.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense. The silver halberds of the golden-armored female guards all moved forward half an inch, and the gears on the Xuanhuang arm guard made a subtle humming sound.

Si Luoying just picked up the green plums on the table slowly and leisurely. When she bit them with her pearly teeth, the sour juice spread between her lips and teeth, just like her mood at the moment.

"General Zhao, what you said is wrong."

"If Su Ye really wanted my Xuanhuang Army to die, why did he let me lead the Mo Clan's Red Phoenix? The three mechanical birds have sulfur bombs in their bellies, and even Meng Zhang's Azure Dragon Formation will find it difficult to resist."

She held the green plum pit between her lips and glanced at the generals.

Tan Mengjun’s old eyes suddenly widened and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down.

"Did the Third Princess really believe that kid's lies? When the late emperor was alive, Grand Tutor Gu, who led the three armies, never let the royal family members take risks? Now Su Ye is just a..."

He stopped talking abruptly and finally did not dare to utter the words "young boy".

(End of this chapter)