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The scouts were stunned when they rushed into the military camp.

Sitting in the main seat was a three-year-old toddler.

"Uncle Wen went into the city to see the military governor." Renbao saw that his lips were dry and chapped and his legs were trembling, so he poured a cup of tea and ran to him, holding it out to him. "Have some water."

The scout swallowed hard, his eyes instantly reddening.

This is a celestial being!

Wei Huaihao rushed over upon hearing the commotion: "The enemy army has attacked the city?"

The scout nodded hurriedly: "Greetings, Grand Tutor Wei. The enemy army has deployed 10,000 troops, divided into two groups to attack the north and south city gates."

"These bandits! They came in two waves last night, and our soldiers had barely caught their breath before they came again!" Wei Huaihao gritted his teeth and couldn't help but curse.

Renbao exclaimed excitedly, "Grandpa Wei, Uncle Wen has gone to town, and Uncle hasn't woken up yet. Let's go fight!"

Wei Huaihao asked incredulously, "Renbao is going to go?"

"Yes! Mother said that my maternal grandfather's family are all military generals, and I am also a child of the Pei family, so I can fight." Renbao said, standing up and chopping the table in front of him in half with his chubby little hand.

Wei Huaihao thought about it and realized that this was the only way. Renbao was a lucky star and would surely bring good fortune.

The scout was bewildered. Was this correct?

When Renbao appeared before the soldiers, dressed in a convenient black outfit, his hair tied in a bun, looking both majestic and incredibly cute, riding a tall horse.

The soldiers were in an uproar.

"The little Taoist priest is so impressive!"

"The little Taoist priest is only three years old, how can he ride a horse?"

"Wait a minute, why is the young celestial master riding a horse? Is he going to join us on the battlefield?"

The soldiers were all astonished, looking at Renbao in disbelief.

Renbao's soft yet firm voice rang out.

"Uncles, the enemy army wants to seize our Yumen City! How can we allow this? Let's join Renbao and drive them back!"

The voice of Yama, the King of Hell, echoed throughout the entire military camp.

The soldiers' hearts skipped a beat, their blood boiled, and they raised their spears high.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

When they actually set off following behind Compal, they were still a little dazed.

"Is it really the Little Celestial Master leading the army in battle?"

"It feels like a dream."

"Don't think too much about it. Have you forgotten that the little celestial master suddenly appeared in the middle of the night and saved our lives with countless grains?"

The Little Celestial Master is an auspicious omen for our Great Yong Dynasty; following her will definitely bring good fortune!

"right!"

With the young celestial master in charge, they will surely be able to defeat the enemy army!

With the Little Celestial Master, they are invincible!

Inside Yumen City.

Governor Yin was so anxious that bubbles were forming at the corners of his mouth: "Duke Zhenguo, you must think of a solution! The enemy army is right in front of us and will breach the city soon. Where are your troops?"

The Duke of Zhenguo was also anxious. He never expected that the enemy army would arrive so soon after he entered the city.

He can't get out either.

There weren't many soldiers in the city.

The enemy army also knew exactly when they were running out of food, so they didn't act rashly and stayed in their camp.

But the fact that they were able to take a shortcut and arrive at Yumen City without alerting the Yong army speaks volumes.

There is a traitor within Yumen City.

"Stop spinning, it's giving me a headache." The Duke of Zhenguo sneered, "Who told you to refuse to send food to the army camp before? The soldiers are starving to death, how can they have the strength to fight?"

Governor Yin looked distressed. Yumen City was not wealthy to begin with, and he had three thousand men to support. How could he possibly take care of the soldiers guarding Yumen Pass?

He just hadn't expected that the army camp would be so short of food.

"Lord Zhenguo, it's no use saying that now." Governor Yin scratched his head, still unable to resist pacing back and forth. "What do you suggest we do?"

The Duke of Zhenguo calmly asked, "How many men do you have?"

Governor Yin hurriedly replied, "Three thousand!"

"They split into two teams, one with a thousand men. The archers went up the city wall, the strong soldiers held the city gates at all costs, and left several hundred elite soldiers to sneak out and attack the enemy army."

The Duke of Zhenguo clenched his fist, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Furthermore, immediately gather all able-bodied men in the city and prepare any usable weapons. If the city falls, defend it to the death and repel the invaders!"

...

In the city, at the Prince Jing's residence.

A figure sat in the study, half of his face hidden in the shadows.

"Your Highness, the enemy army has already attacked the city."

The kneeling guards on the ground spoke up.

Prince Jing leaned forward, revealing a pair of sharp eyes: "Make our men prepare."

He partnered with Mu Zheng.

When the enemy army attacks the city, Mu Zheng will only take over the area within a hundred miles of Yumen Pass, while Yumen City will nominally become the territory of the enemy, but in reality, it will belong to him.

"Brother, losing Yumen City is just the beginning for you. I will return to the capital step by step and reclaim the throne that rightfully belongs to me." Prince Jing murmured confidently, stroking the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

The guard said with some worry, "Your Highness, the Duke of Zhenguo is at the Yin residence and has mobilized three thousand troops. I'm afraid..."

"Three thousand against ten thousand enemy troops is like throwing an egg against a rock. I'm afraid that old man Wen has been living a life of luxury in the capital for several years and probably can't even lift a broadsword anymore."

"Fu Taifu, a civil official, is stationed in the military camp; they are doomed to die today." Prince Jing sneered.

He held the emperor's men in utter contempt.

...

Under Renbao's command, the Yong army quickly arrived near Yumen City.

After eating and drinking their fill and sleeping for more than an hour, they were filled with an inexplicable confidence that with the Little Celestial Master around, they would win every battle, and their spirits were exceptionally high.

The bandit army, which had been lazily thinking that taking Yumen City would be a piece of cake, was stunned when they heard the overwhelming shouts of battle behind them.

Didn't they say that the Yong army ran out of food and starved to death?

So, were those spirited Yong soldiers they saw... ghosts?

What broke their defenses even more was...

Leading the army at the very front, the person on horseback was actually a three-year-old toddler?

This is... utterly absurd!

Renbao raised his peach wood sword: "Uncles, charge! Beat them, crush them, and tonight we'll drink fine wine and eat meat!"

"Dry!"

The morale of Yong's army was greatly boosted.

If you win, drink and eat heartily!

The enemy troops trembled under the pressure of their imposing presence.

"Where did this little brat come from? What a big mouth! You think you can withstand one of my hammers?" The enemy's lieutenant rode ahead, wielding a hammer. "Hurry home and drink your milk. If you cry later, no one will comfort you."

Renbao sensed his hostility and contempt and immediately refused to admit defeat.

She's the Little King of Hell, the boss of the underworld and the second-in-command in the human world; there's no one she's afraid of.

"You're so ugly! You look like a shifty-eyed fox." Renbao looked at him with utter disgust. "When you look in the mirror, don't you ever cry because you're so ugly?"

Deputy General: ?

"You're asking for death!" he roared, swinging his iron hammer and galloping towards Renbao on horseback.

Renbao picked up the peach wood sword, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes. She could finally fight!

"Little Celestial Master!" Yong Jun exclaimed, and they all wanted to step forward.

Wei Huaihao knew Renbao's strength, so he raised his hand and said, "Don't rush. The more the enemy generals are screaming now, the more miserable they'll be screaming later."

Soldiers: ...!

Was Grand Tutor Wei serious?

They didn't dare to look.

The enemy's deputy commander wielded an iron hammer, which possessed immense strength and could kill several people with a single blow.

Is the little Taoist priest so small that he can handle it?