Tang Dynasty: Starting with 3,000 elite cavalry, a bloody battle to retake the city.

Li Shimin's face was ashen, his gaze sweeping over the assembled officials. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Who...do you think is fit for this position?!"

"this……"

The entire hall fell silent.

No one answered.

It's not that I'm unwilling to speak, but rather that my heart feels empty—there's truly no suitable candidate!

How could Li Shimin not know? He closed his eyes, sighed softly, as if talking to himself, or perhaps reminiscing: "If only the Ghost-Faced General were still here... how wonderful that would be..."

Everyone was shocked.

Ghost-Faced General!

That mysterious general who wore a bronze mask and led his army alone to hold off the enemy for half a month!

If he were here, this plan would be a match made in heaven!

Unfortunately... after that battle, he vanished like the wind, never to be seen again.

Regret spread like a tide throughout the hall.

At that moment, Li Shimin suddenly opened his eyes and declared decisively, "Since there is no one else to choose from—then the mighty female general Li Yingge will lead the surprise attack!"

boom--!!

The entire hall erupted in uproar!

Li Jing trembled and immediately stepped forward, urgently saying, "Your Majesty! Absolutely not! My son-in-law Han Ye has just returned to Chang'an, and they are newly married. We haven't even had a chance to..."

"son in law?!"

"Li Yingge's husband?!"

Li Shimin sneered, his eyes like knives: "Pharmacist, your daughter is a Divine Might General personally appointed by me, not some young lady from a humble family!"

He stood up, his dragon robe fluttering, and said in a chilling tone, "I care more about her marriage than anyone else!"

"But I want to see—which man is worthy of the title 'Divine Might'!"

"This matter is settled!"

There is no room for argument; once the Holy One has spoken, there is no turning back.

Li Jing opened his mouth, but ultimately could not refute it.

The ministers bowed their heads in agreement, knowing that the outcome was already decided.

After the court officials had left, Li Shimin sat alone before his desk, his brows furrowed. Suddenly, he whispered an order: "Someone come here."

"It is said that Li Junxian..."

"Investigate! Thoroughly investigate Li Yingge's husband, Han Ye—his background, his past experiences, who he associates with, every single detail must be accounted for!"

"Yes, sir!" Li Junxian clasped his hands in acceptance, turned and strode away.

The hall returned to silence.

Li Shimin stared blankly out the window, the image of that slender figure on the city wall the previous night flashing through his mind—

The young man with whom I talked late into the night by candlelight, his words revealing his strategic acumen.

A slight smile played on his lips as he murmured, "If I win this battle, the greatest credit... will undoubtedly go to you."

A glint of light appeared in his eyes, and killing intent and determination intertwined into a flame.

At the same time.

The political situation in Chang'an City has changed dramatically!

The imperial decree was like thunder, sweeping across the entire city!

As dawn tore through the night and the first rays of light shone on Zhuque Street, the entire capital city was already in an uproar!

tomorrow--

The Tang Dynasty officially declared war on the Turks!

The next morning.

Chang'an City was plunged into a chilling and bloody atmosphere.

Today is the day Li Shimin sets off on his campaign with the imperial coffin!

The army was arrayed outside the city, banners blotting out the sun, iron armor gleaming, and a murderous aura soaring to the sky!

The people turned out of the city, kneeling along the streets to pay their respects, their cries shaking the heavens!

"Victory!!"

"Victory!!"

"Victory!!!"

The roars were like waves, one after another, as if they were going to overturn the heavens and the earth!

Everyone's face was flushed red, their eyes burning with rage, eager to don armor, mount their horses, and charge into battle!

Deep within the palace, all the civil and military officials, fully armed and clattering in their armor, filed out in single file to meet at the city gate.

Li Jing's residence.

The old general was clad in heavy black iron armor, with a frost-covered blade hanging at his waist. His silver beard bristled, and his eyes flashed like lightning, radiating a cold light!

He stood in the center of the courtyard, gazing at the sky, the sword in his hand trembling slightly—

This battle is not only for the country, but also for the dead!

Also for... that masked general who disappeared in the wind and snow.

He glanced around, his voice low and menacing: "Where's Yingge?!"

The butler's heart tightened, and he hurriedly replied, "Master, Miss has gone to the young master's courtyard..."

Before he finished speaking, a trace of the frost between Li Jing's brows quietly melted away.

He nodded slightly and said calmly, "Go and call her, don't delay too long."

Also—tell Han Ye…”

Ask him if he would like to come along.

"If you're willing, take him with you; if you're not, don't force it."

The butler's pupils contracted slightly, almost thinking he had misheard.

Bring Han Ye along?!

That's a battlefield fraught with danger, not a leisurely stroll to visit relatives and friends! How could anyone possibly put their son-in-law in the army?

Little did he know that Li Jing had already seen through Han Ye—this man was no ordinary person.

He wanted to give it a try.

Let's test this young man to see if he's a hidden dragon lying dormant, or if he can truly soar through the clouds and waves, bringing a thunderous shock to the Tang Dynasty!

Before long, the order was given and swept into the depths of the mansion like a whirlwind.

At this moment, however, in the small courtyard where Han Ye lived, everything was calm and peaceful.

Outside, shouts of battle shook the heavens, and warhorses neighed, as if they were about to tear the sky apart. Yet he sat calmly at his desk, pen in hand, his expression as serene as if he were appreciating spring flowers and autumn moon.

Outside the window, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and willow branches sway against the eaves.

He picked up his brush and wrote, his handwriting clear and sharp as a sword's edge: "I cut my own Shu brocade battle robe, and on horseback I ask for a long spear amidst peach blossoms."

"There are many women in the world, but who would be willing to travel thousands of miles to the battlefield?"

Each word and phrase was like a blade drawn from its sheath, resounding and penetrating to the bone.

Just as he put pen to paper, a handsome figure stood outside the courtyard gate.

Silver armor gleamed in the sunlight, red tassels fluttered in the wind.

Li Yingge stood quietly, her gaze fixed on the paper with a complex expression.

The maids in the courtyard bowed upon seeing this, but she simply waved her hand, signaling them to leave.

With light steps, I approached.

She had only intended to say goodbye, but her gaze inadvertently fell upon the poem on the table. Her eyes froze, her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but read it aloud softly—

"I cut my own Shu brocade battle robe, and on horseback, I requested to wield my long spear..."

Halfway through reciting, my cheeks suddenly felt hot.

It felt like something had hit my chest.

This poem... was it written for her?!

In the entire Tang Dynasty, how many men dared to wear red-tasseled armor and gallop across the border? And how many women were hailed by thousands as "Divine Might Generals"?

Who else could it be but Li Yingge?!

While she was still in a daze, Han Ye had already turned around, a lazy smile playing on his lips: "You're here?"

Li Yingge snapped back to reality, frowned, and said, "I'm leaving."

"Yes." He nodded. "Go to war."

She stared at him, gritted her teeth, and a surge of anger rose within her: "Since you know, don't you have anything else to say?!"

Han Ye was taken aback.

What else is there to say?

After thinking it over, he raised his hand in a respectful bow and said in a serious tone, "Take care, General."

"you--"

Li Yingge felt a lump in her throat, her face turned deathly pale, and she glared at him with frosty eyes.

This person... is he carved from a piece of wood?!

She was his fiancée, the woman he was going to die with a gun!

That's all he could say?!

She bit her lip, finally unable to suppress the grievances in her heart, and spat out angrily, "What an idiot..."

He turned around, flicked his sleeves, and strode away.

The sound of boots shattered the sunlight on the bluestone slabs. After taking only a few steps, they suddenly stopped.

The wind lifted a corner of her shoulder armor, and she turned her head to look intently at the man who was still sitting there. Her voice was lower, but exceptionally serious:

"Hey...do you want to come with me?"

This is not a joke.

It's an invitation.

She was the one who spoke up and pulled him to fight alongside her!

Because she knew perfectly well how terrifying this seemingly lazy man could be when he made a move!

That night, the Ghost Mask attacked. He pierced through the shadows with his sword, staining the tower with blood. Even she could barely see his figure.

With him by our side, the odds of winning would more than double!

Han Ye just smiled, leaned back in his chair, and said casually, as if he were talking about the weather: "Forget it, I'm afraid of dying, I'm not going."

"Fine, don't go then!" Li Yingge sneered, turned around and left, her steps heavier than before.

But her face was burning hot.

She herself couldn't understand how she could have been so bewitched as to invite him to the war!

He's not the legendary Ghost-Faced General!

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed and angry she became, and she rushed out of the yard with her ears burning red.

Only after her figure disappeared outside the moon gate did Han Ye slowly suppress his smile, his eyes becoming as deep as an abyss.

"It's not that I don't want to go..."

"But..."

"I can't walk the same path as you..."

He murmured softly, his voice as light as a falling leaf.

A bitter smile curved his lips, and he was about to pick up his pen again when a figure flashed by at the door—

That silver-armored figure with red tassels has returned!

Li Yingge stood outside the threshold, her breathing slightly disordered, her eyes stubborn like a little beast that refused to bow its head.

She stepped inside, pulled a roll of yellowed paper from her bosom, and slammed it to the ground with a hard thud:

"The marriage certificate is ready; use this in exchange for your poem."

Before he could respond, she slammed the marriage certificate, which he had once torn up, onto the table.

The next moment, he picked up the still-wet page of the poem manuscript, turned around, and left.

Han Ye stood there, stunned, staring at the neatly repaired marriage certificate in front of him, his brows gradually furrowing.

As my fingertips traced the corner of the paper, the familiar handwriting seemed like a silent, entwining vine, tightening around and around.

He muttered to himself, "This marriage... why does it seem to be getting more and more troublesome the more I try to back out?"

"I personally tailored the Shu brocade battle robe, and on horseback amidst peach blossoms, I requested to wield a long spear..."

Outside the courtyard wall, a cold wind was blowing.

Li Yingge stood in front of Han Ye's residence, her fingertips lightly tracing the still-wet ink on the poem on the paper, a smile involuntarily spreading across her lips.

Those eyes, usually cold as ice, now held a rare hint of tenderness.

This idiot... has a knack for writing poetry.

"Yingge! Let's go!"

A rough shout suddenly shattered the silence.

Li Jing strode over and immediately saw his daughter leaning against the wall, grinning foolishly, clutching a piece of paper in her hand, looking completely dazed.

He paused, raising an eyebrow: "You little rascal, standing here peeking at other people's writing, and smiling like a flower?"

"Whoosh—"

Li Yingge's face flushed crimson. She quickly stuffed the poem into her clothes, gritting her teeth, "Shut up! Who peeked! If you talk nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Li Jing grinned, looking at her flustered appearance, and his mind suddenly became crystal clear.

Good heavens, my second daughter is probably going to fall into Han Ye's arms!

He threw his head back and laughed heartily, tears welling in his eyes, but he didn't show it. He simply patted the hilt of his sword and strode forward: "Let's go! The time has come, don't let us miss the important campaign!"

The two walked side by side, and the moment they stepped out of the courtyard gate, their demeanor changed drastically.

Just moments ago, she was indulging in girlish thoughts and playful banter with her father; in the blink of an eye, she was filled with murderous intent, her gaze sharp as a knife!

They truly are father and daughter—their iron will and imposing presence are exactly the same!

Outside Chang'an city, the long streets stretched like dragons.

People lined the streets to see them off, creating a sea of ​​people, and their cheers surged like a never-ending tide.

"The Divine General!"

"The Divine General!"

The shouts were deafening, and the blood was boiling.

In terms of combat prowess, Li Jing was a renowned general of his time and a pillar of the nation; but in terms of popularity, Li Yingge, the "Divine General" who was only twenty years old but had already broken through enemy camps three times, was already the embodiment of a war goddess in the hearts of the people!