I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1003 The Princess's Decision
"Now that the Grand Master has died for his country, the three armies cannot be without a leader, so we should..."

But Zhao Bolu, who was next to him, was young and energetic and couldn't help but make a suggestion.

"I should take over the command and let Jin Yu go back to Hengzhou?"

"General Tan, do you know that the Yellow Turban Army is only thirty miles away from here?"

Si Luoying suddenly put his fingers together to cut off the candlelight at the corner of the case, and sparks splashed on the map with a crackling sound.

"Meng Zhang now has 10,000 elite Qinglong Tianxiu troops under his command, and the Taiping Sect's soldiers, the Yellow Turban Warriors, are helping us. If we fight with Su Ye now, who do you think will be able to see the sunrise tomorrow morning?"

She pointed her finger at a certain spot on the sand table where Meng Zhang's small green dragon flag was inserted.

"Princess Third, don't be deceived by that traitor! Su Ye definitely has no good intentions towards our Daqian Dynasty..."

The veterans looked at each other, and Zhao Tieshan's cousin suddenly growled.

"You have bad intentions?"

"If Jin Yu really had bad intentions, you would have died on the battlefield by now, crushed into mud by the iron hooves of the Yellow Turban Army, instead of talking to me here!"

Si Luoying suddenly drew his sword, and the sword light swept across the faces of the generals like lightning.

Tan Mengjun was shocked all over. When he looked up, he saw the cold light in Si Luoying's eyes, which was exactly the same as when Su Ye cut the flag in front of the formation.

The little princess who had grown up under the watch of these veterans had unexpectedly lost her childishness without them noticing, and her brows were filled with a look of decisiveness and determination.

"The Third Princess..."

"I am not trying to force Your Highness, but..."

His voice was hoarse as he looked at Si Luoying, whose brows were filled with anger.

"Are you just worried about the fall of Daqian?"

"Today, the once prosperous and majestic Daqian Empire has long been torn apart. How can it be left to others?"

Si Luoying suddenly sheathed his sword, and the black cloak once again enveloped his sharp aura.

"If Grand Tutor Gu knew about this in the afterlife, he would definitely not want to see the Third Princess and Su Ye kid playing along!"

The veterans were trembling all over, and Zhao Tieshan's cousin suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly.

"In the underworld?"

"If the Grand Master knew about this in the afterlife, he would know that this general is doing his best to comfort you all, just so that in the future, we can personally cut off Meng Zhang's head with our generals and offer sacrifices to his heroic spirit!"

Si Luoying suddenly chuckled and stroked the jade dragon-patterned buckle on his waist with his fingertips.

"The Third Princess..."

"What kind of magic potion did Su Ye give you?"

Tan Mengjun looked at Si Luoying, who was still unwilling to join them in resisting Su Ye, and spoke with difficulty.

Si Luoying was silent for a moment, then suddenly untied the jade dragon-patterned buckle around his waist and placed it on the table.

"Su Ye and this general, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten."

Si Luoying suddenly chuckled, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"If you really want to force the emperor to abdicate, I don't mind letting you generals rest for a while!"

Outside the tent came the muffled sound of the Xuanwu Guards' chains shaking, and the iron armor on Tan Mengjun's body clanked.

"I will take my leave..."

He looked at the jade on the desk and stood up with difficulty. White steam rose from the gaps in his armor under the candlelight.

When he turned around, Si Luoying suddenly spoke.

"General Tan, go back and tell the old general's old brothers—"

"If you want revenge, follow me to conquer Calabash Valley next time!"

At this moment, the night wind outside the tent suddenly blew up and blew out the last candle in the tent.

The night wind outside the central army tent carried gravel and slapped the mottled red armor of Tan Meng's army. The old general looked at the flickering candlelight and cast Si Luoying's shadow on the map. The shadow was like a sharp sword that was about to be unsheathed, but it was finally retracted into the scabbard.

He felt a taste of rust in his throat, knowing that the Third Princess had made up her mind.

"Everyone, did you hear that?"

When Tan Mengjun walked out of the tent, the black iron heart-protecting mirror clanged against each other. The twelve veterans beside him were silent as iron. The remaining soldiers of the Wuxiong Guard who were stopped behind them held torches, illuminating the wolf smoke in the night wind.

"When the Grand Tutor was here, he never let the royal family suffer such humiliation. Su Ye is just..."

The red-armored veteran Xiao Hanjiang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and sparks splashed on the bluestone slabs.

"shut up!"

"If the Grand Master knew about this, he would know that we are facing a powerful enemy. Meng Zhang's Yellow Turban warriors are camped thirty miles away. Do you really want the Third Princess to become a laughing stock in history books?"

Tan Mengjun turned around abruptly, and the black iron sword blade glowed coldly in the moonlight.

"But Su Ye clearly wants to use the Third Princess' army as scapegoats! Can't the Third Princess see that..."

Zhao Bolu's gray armor made an unwilling clanging sound.

"So what?"

"In the current situation of the Third Princess, do you really think she can be so cruel as to cut ties with Su Ye?"

Tan Mengjun looked at the outline of Su Ye's tent in the distance, where the black iron shields of the Xuanwu Guards were still glowing.

The veterans were all shocked. Only then did they remember the tenderness with which Si Luoying's fingertips stroked the jade when he was wiping the sword tassel at dusk.

It turns out that some feelings had already taken root in the midst of war.

"And even if the Third Princess agrees, what can we do about it?"

"Of the three evil spirits under Su Ye's command, Zhuque is currently ranked seventh on the World's Most Powerful List. He once shot and killed the second-ranked alien on the evil list. As for the two Xuanwu and Kong Xuan, although they were not well-known before, you have seen them during this period of time."

"Even the Yellow Turban Army's Hentian Wuhuan couldn't break through Xuanwu's defensive method. Kong Xuan was also able to fight against Li Cunxiao and even retreat safely."

"With these three people here, even if the Third Princess wants to work with us, how can she succeed?"

His throat rolled as he recalled that three days ago when Kong Xuan charged into the Yellow Turban army single-handedly, the blood mist raised by the five-colored energy was almost condensed into light pink clouds under the setting sun.

The cry of a night owl came from outside the tent, startling the old general's hands and causing the wine bowl to scrape against the table. He looked up at the sand table, and the terrain of Hulu Valley flickered under the candlelight, as if hiding countless huge mouths that were ready to devour anyone. Zhao Polu lifted the curtain and entered, the blood scabs on his armor falling off, creating dark red stars on the bluestone slabs.

The candlelight in the tent suddenly jumped, and the broken arrow in Xiao Hanjiang's hand fell to the ground with a clang. This fierce general who had slaughtered eight hundred enemy chiefs on the snowy plains of the northern border suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He recalled the scene not long ago when the Xuanwu mace repelled Li Cunxiao's spear tip. The bloody trails left by the two Xuanwu maces in the setting sun still burned his pupils in nightmares.

"Xuanwu's twin maces..."

"Before this, Li Cunxiao led the Flying Tiger Cavalry to go in and out of our army seven times, but in the end, he was still forced to move forward by Xuanwu. That guy's defensive method..."

Tan Mengjun's cloudy eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm afraid there is no one in the world who can match him!"

He pounded the table so hard that the small flag on the sand table tilted.

A gust of night wind leaked in from the corner of the tent, making the map rustle.

“Even so, are we going to sit back and watch Su Ye devour Wu Xiong’s left and right guards and the Red Armor Army? We have survived a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood…”

The veterans looked at each other, and Zhao Bolu suddenly pulled off his blood-stained wrist guard, revealing a hideous knife mark on his forearm.

"Silence!"

Tan Mengjun suddenly stood up, and the black iron sword sheath hit the table with a dull sound. He walked to the curtain, listened to the clapper sounds of the Hengzhou army's night patrol in the distance, and lowered his voice.

"That girl Si Luoying has been bewitched by Su Ye. If we don't take action now, when Su Ye gathers the Red Armor Army..."

He suddenly fell silent, and the crisp sound of horse hooves crushing dead branches came from outside the tent.

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(End of this chapter)