I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1004: Turn over the clouds
Three days later, Su Ye’s tent.

"Lingguang, Zhiming, Kongxuan."

"I want the three of you to lead an army each. Lingguang, you go to Hengzhou to support the Suzaku Shesheng Camp under your command. Kong Xuan will go to Qianling Army to escort the baggage of our hundreds of thousands of troops this month. As for Zhiming..."

Su Ye's fingertips stroked the small green dragon flag on the sand table, and the golden threads on his white robe flowed like a river of stars under the candlelight.

"My lord, I will obey your orders!"

Kong Xuan, who was sitting below him, was stunned for a moment, then he saw the expression on Su Ye's face and the unusual atmosphere in the camp in the past few days, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

After bowing to Su Ye, Kong Xuan's purple gold crown flashed in the tent. This fierce general who could fight with the best in the world knelt on one knee, then turned and left.

Tan Mengjun and others heard it clearly outside the tent, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly lit up.

"Old Tan! This is an opportunity!"

When Kong Xuan's horse disappeared at the end of the official road, Xiao Hanjiang suddenly grabbed Tan Mengjun's armor.

The night wind blew dust across the tent. The twelve veterans gathered again under the dim oil lamp, and blood scabs fell from the cracks in their armor.

"Now Xuanwu is the only one left beside Su Ye."

"But Xuanwu's Xuanwu mace can even block Li Cunxiao's Yuwang Spear..."

Zhao Bolu's young voice trembled a little, his tone was full of excitement, but also a little cautious.

"Do you still remember the battle in Hulu Valley? When Xuanwu was fighting Li Cunxiao, the guards around Su Ye were very empty..."

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

The old generals were shocked all over. They remembered the rain of bronze arrows from the Yellow Turban warriors that day, and the heroic figure of Xuanwu who stood alone against ten thousand enemies.

But now, the opportunity is right in front of us.

"Forge the warrant of the Third Princess."

"Send Xuanwu to the Xuanhuang military camp to discuss military situation."

Tan Mengjun took out a piece of blood-stained silk from his arms.

"But Xuanwu is loyal to Su Ye and has always been inseparable from Su Ye, serving as his personal guard. How could he be transferred away by order?"

Xiao Hanjiang suddenly pulled off the red tassel in his hair.

"Do you still remember the jadeite dragon-patterned buckle on the Third Princess' waist?"

"Since Su Ye is willing to spend so much effort to build an elite Xuanhuang Army for the Third Princess, he naturally trusts her. I think Xuanwu will not doubt the Third Princess's order."

There was a gleam in Tan Mengjun's eyes.

The candlelight in the tent suddenly jumped, illuminating the wolf-head patterns on the veterans' armors, making them look hideous and ferocious.

"Do you know that among the twelve golden-armored female guards under Si Luoying, there is one named Zhao Qingluan?"

Zhao Bolu suddenly looked around and spoke in a low voice.

"Zhao Qingluan? Is she related to your Zhao family?"

Red-armored veteran Xiao Hanjiang frowned.

"Exactly!"

"This girl is from my Zhao family's side branch. She learned spearmanship from me when she was young. If she serves as the third princess's attendant..."

A gleam of light flashed in Zhao Bolu's eyes.

"Okay! Zhao Qingluan is old with you, so maybe she can forge the warrant!"

Tan Mengjun's cloudy old eyes suddenly lit up.

The night wind blew dust across the tent. Twelve veterans gathered under the dim oil lamp, and blood scabs fell from the cracks in their armor.

"Xuanwu, listen to my order, come to Xuanhuang military camp to discuss military situation immediately."

Zhao Bolu quickly took out paper and pen and imitated Si Luoying's handwriting in the firelight.

"Those twelve golden-armored female guards are inseparable from the Third Princess. They will definitely find a chance to stamp the Third Princess's seal of general."

Xiao Hanjiang looked excited and his tone was a little anxious.

The next day at yin time, on the east side of the Xuanhuang military camp.

Zhao Polu sneaked into the Golden Armor Guard's duty station in the dark, with the jade pendant in his hand reflecting the cold light of the stars. When Zhao Qingluan, who was on duty, turned around, he saw a faint flame tattoo on the other's neck guard - the mark of the Zhao family's branch.

"Niece Qingluan..."

"The Third Princess has ordered that the Xuanwu Guards be dispatched to the West Camp to discuss military matters."

He lowered his voice, and the blood scabs on his gray armor fell off.

Zhao Qingluan looked up suddenly, and the Big Dipper on the Xuanhuang Heart Mirror was glowing faintly in the moonlight.

"General, do you know that the Third Princess is in Su Ye's tent right now?"

The hand that took the jade pendant suddenly stopped, her fingertips stroked the dragon pattern on the jade, and she suddenly chuckled.

Zhao Bolu was shocked all over. Before he could open his mouth, he suddenly heard the orderly footsteps of the Xuanwu Guards in the distance.

"Go and tell the master that the fish has taken the bait."

He looked at Zhao Qingluan's back as she turned and left, and suddenly heard her whispering instructions to the messenger.

At the same time, the midnight bell rang three times, and the sound of armor of the Xuanwu Guards changing shifts came from far away.

Si Luoying stood alone outside the central army tent, night dew condensed on his black cloak, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was dyed light pink by the moonlight.

She looked at the never-extinguished glass lamp in front of Su Ye's tent, her fingertips stroked the emerald dragon-patterned buckle on her waist, and suddenly heard familiar footsteps behind her.

"Why, you can't wait any longer?"

Su Ye's white robe was stained with the scent of ink, and the tassel of the Chunjun sword at his waist swayed slightly. He reached out to tie the belt of her cloak, and his movements were so gentle as if he was afraid to disperse the moonlight.

"Those veterans..."

When Si Luoying turned around, the white silk in her hair brushed across the gold thread on Su Ye's lapel.

"I know."

"Tan Mengjun dispatched three patrols tonight, and Zhao Polu ran to the western camp gate four times."

Su Ye interrupted her, stroked the cinnabar between her eyebrows with his fingertips, and then suddenly chuckled.

"Jin Yu, I'm afraid that Tan Mengjun and the others have already fallen into the trap you set."

The candlelight in the tent suddenly dimmed, and a figure in red robes was swept by the night wind as she came in through the curtains. The silver armor that Suzaku had taken off was piled beside the table, and the gilded Suzaku pattern looked like a living thing under the candlelight.

"Luo Ying, Tan Mengjun and the others, I will spare their lives."

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

"Jin Yu, after all, they are the backbone of Daqian..."

Si Luoying buried her face in his chest, the iron plates on the black armor hurt her, and she heard her own voice muffled by the brocade.

"I know."

“So when this battle is over, I will let them see that the kingdom I, Su Ye, want to protect is more vast than they imagined.”

Su Ye stroked the white silk in her hair.

"General Xuanwu, General Si invites you!"

Half an incense stick later, a female guard in golden armor rode up to Su Ye's tent, holding a black token high in her hand.

Xuanwu turned around suddenly, and his heavy black iron shield plowed sparks on the ground. He took the token and looked at it carefully with the torch. As expected, the token was engraved with Si Luoying's phoenix seal.

"The Third Princess said that she has something important to discuss."

The voice of the golden-armored female guard was as cold as ice. It was Zhao Ying.

Xuanwu frowned and looked behind him. The lights in Su Ye's tent were brightly on and he could vaguely see Jingwei's graceful figure dancing with her sword tassel in the tent.

"As you wish."

But thinking of what Su Ye had specifically told him not long ago, and the man in red who rushed back overnight, although Xuanwu was still a little worried about leaving Su Ye, he finally clasped his fists and accepted the order.

When Xuanwu's figure disappeared into the night, twelve veteran generals and their personal guards suddenly rushed out from the shadows.

"Su Ye, little boy, surrender quickly!"

Tan Mengjun took the lead, the black iron sword blade glowing coldly in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)