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"I have never met a more outstanding general than Your Highness in the Prince's Palace."

"Hmm..." Ji Wendi responded calmly, obviously thinking that what Shen Lang said made sense.

In Ji Wendi's mind, he had already determined that Shen Lang was the kind of official who was very smart in fighting but had zero political acumen.

Only Shen Lang could say such straightforward words.

"Shen Lang, there are only sixty scouts left that you brought with you..."

"Your Highness, sixty-one..." Shen Lang said seriously.

Ji Wendi, the corners of your mouth twitched.

This kind of straightforward person can say things that make people feel comfortable, but sometimes they can also make people feel helpless.

Really...

Pain and happiness.

"Okay, you lead these sixty-one people well." Ji Wendi said, "Originally I wanted to give you another five hundred men, but the enemy's situation is unclear now, and my two thousand elite troops only have two hundred cavalrymen. I'll give you these two hundred cavalrymen first."

"I'll give you five days. Take these two hundred and sixty-one people and go around Muyun City and bring back Zhao Huaibei's head."

"If it fails, military law will be applied!"

It takes about a day to get from here to Muyun City.

Attacking Muyun City with such a small number of people is like hitting a rock with an egg.

It can be said that this is an impossible task.

However, Ji Wending would not give Shen Lang too many people.

If we really want to attack Muyun City, even if we count all the troops from Kangcheng, and even the troops dispatched from Xuanmo Pass, we may not be able to win!

If you want to get Zhao Huaibei's head back, you still have to use tricks.

In Ji Wendi's heart, he had already determined that this task was impossible to accomplish.

When the time comes, I will punish Shen Lang and then comfort him. This pacification will surely succeed!

"I will definitely fulfill my mission!" Shen Lang saluted.

…………

In the city, Shen Lang was wearing armor and riding a rock-hoofed horse given by Ji Wendi.

This horse is not an ordinary horse, but a tamed monster, equivalent to a cultivator in the Divine Sea Realm.

Even in such a windy and dusty day, we can still travel thousands of miles a day.

Monster, this is not something that all generals can equip, this thing is more precious than magic weapon.

If the monsters were easy to tame, the people of the grassland wouldn't have to pay such a huge price to control the monsters when attacking Muyun City.

Yesterday he beat Shen Lang with a military stick, and today he gave him a monster and reinforcements. It can be seen that Ji Wendi thinks highly of Shen Lang.

Behind Shen Lang followed Mo Yi, Wei Qianluo, and Lu Fengxian.

Mo Yi was still the same, dressed in black and traveling simply.

She had Asujiba's golden sword slung around her waist, looking very handsome.

Generally speaking, wealth is not to be shown off, but Mo Yi hung this golden knife as if he was afraid that others would not see it.

Only then did Shen Lang realize that Mo Yi also liked to show off her wealth, but she had no wealth to show off before.

There was no other way. She had spent all her money on buying those random cheats. She couldn't hang those cheats on her body to show that she was rich, just like Shen Lang in his previous life, who couldn't hang his game account on his chest...

Looking at Wei Qianluo and Lu Fengxian again, they were no longer wearing ordinary military uniforms as before, but were also wearing top-grade yellow-level magic weapons. Their armor distinguished them from those of ordinary soldiers.

Wei Qianluo's armor was specially made by Ji Wendi and Mo Yi. After all, Wei Qianluo's figure was a bit special, so a lot more materials were used than other female generals...

In front of the four people was the army that Shen Lang was going to take over.

Seeing that there were only sixty-one scouts left, Shen Lang felt a little heavy-hearted.

They all followed Shen Lang out. Some of them are now buried in Cannes, and some are missing.

Without Shen Lang's decision, they might have returned to Goose City by now.

Shen Lang didn’t feel it very clearly before, but now he clearly sees that there are fewer people, which makes him feel more uncomfortable than when he got the news before.

But he couldn't show it, he had to set an example for Lu Fengxian.

For a moment, Shen Lang really felt like a parent.

In front of children, no matter how hard or difficult the life is, you have to hold on and act calm.

He is the leader. If he is in chaos, the people below him will be in chaos.

"Everyone..." Shen Lang's gaze passed over the sixty-one people in front of him and looked at the two hundred cavalrymen behind them.

Those two hundred cavalrymen were strong and murderous, and it was obvious at first glance that they were elite soldiers who had fought in many battles.

It has to be said that Ji Wendi has a solid foundation. This level of elite soldiers, especially cavalry, can probably defeat ten enemies alone on the battlefield.

"Let's go!" Shen Lang raised the Muyun Knife in his hand: "Destination, Muyun City!"

"Yes!"

…………

One day later, Yongning City.

Yongning Prefecture has been very peaceful recently.

The family of King Zhenbei lived well in Yongning City. It could be said that they had resumed a life of luxury.

Zhao Qingyang's niece Zhao Huaiyue and daughter Zhao Huairou practiced martial arts and read books every day. Occasionally, some young men from the clan would come to play with them. They lived a very comfortable life.

However, Zhao Qingyang's youngest son, Zhao Huaiyong, had a very difficult life.

In the temporary palace of Yongning City, Zhao Huaiyong sat in the first seat somewhat numbly, listening to the elders quarreling.

"No, we must find Qingyang and rescue him!"

"We, the Zhao family, cannot give up Qingyang!"

"The person with the highest cultivation level in our Zhao family is Zhao Yan, who is in the Divine Profound Realm. Let Zhao Yan open the storage ring left by Qingyang, take out the Biqing Pill, and let him achieve the Heavenly Man Realm and become the new head of the family..."

"Bullshit! Even though a bastard son of a branch family has achieved the Divine Mysterious Realm, he can be the new head of the family? This is against the Tian Gang!"

"As a bastard son of a branch family, he has never used the Zhao family's resources and has been traveling all year round. He can still achieve divine enlightenment, so his future is limitless!"

"Does he feel a sense of belonging to the Zhao family? Don't think I don't know. This illegitimate son of the branch family was bullied by the Zhao family of Xuanmo Mansion in his early years. His mother committed suicide and his father suppressed him. He left the Zhao family in grief and anger. If he becomes the head of the family, I'm afraid he will first destroy the Zhao family of Xuanmo Mansion!"

"There is another Divine Mysterious Realm..."

"How old is Shenxuanjing this year? Two hundred and twenty-one years old, can he still take the Biqing Pill?"

"Young Master is still young, and I'm afraid he can't protect the Biqing Pill. I think you should give the storage ring to me for safekeeping."

"I'll keep you ******"

As they were talking, they were about to take action.

"Ugh……"

Zhao Huaiyong sighed slightly.

He looked at the ceiling that he had become increasingly familiar with, wondering when it would end.

Isn't it said that if we invite all the respected people in the tribe, things will turn around? Will we have a backbone?

What the generals were arguing about before was nothing more than whether to fight this battle, how to fight it, whether to save their father, and how to save him.

What now?

In addition to the above arguments, they also argued about whether to build a new palace, where to build it, who would be the head of the family, who would own the storage ring, who would own the Biqingdan, and even more fiercely, who would own Zhao Huaiyong's sister Zhao Huairou...

When the Zhao family split up, no one was willing to submit to the other.

It was fine when Zhao Qingyang was still around. The main Zhao family was able to suppress all the branch families. When the main family gave an order, the branch families dared not disobey and were very united.

Now that Muyun City has been lost and Zhao Qingyang is missing, all of these branches want to be the boss.

This is just like when the young marshal imprisoned Chiang Kai-shek, many netizens thought that killing Chiang Kai-shek would save a lot of trouble, but they didn't know that if he was really killed at that time, it would be a catastrophe. Chiang Kai-shek was still alive, and his subordinates were all thinking about how to divide the family property and how to split up, let alone die.

By that time, everyone wants to secede and become a powerful country. Who will fight the war?

Zhao Huaiyong is now facing an extremely complicated situation.

He was not even ten years old, still very young, and he did not understand what the elders said. When asked to give advice or make decisions, he could not say anything.

In this way, everything was delayed again and again, and nothing was accomplished.

The four generals in the Divine Profound Realm all had their own thoughts, and they kept dragging their feet on rescuing Zhao Qingyang, which made Zhao Jia unhappy. However, some of the other generals were happy about it.

Looking at the elders quarreling in front of him, Zhao Huaiyong held up his little face and looked at the group of old men spitting everywhere with lifeless eyes.

He suddenly thought, it would be nice if there was someone who could really give him some advice...

My father has staff around him, and so do my older brothers.

When they can't make up their minds, they listen to their staff.

But what about me? I don't have any staff!

My husband was a learned man and seemed very powerful, but he also died in Muyun City.

At this moment, Zhao Huaiyong inexplicably thought of that young man, the young man to whom his second brother knelt down...

The second brother cried and yelled in front of Shen Lang, and tried very hard to save Shen Lang. He must be very knowledgeable and capable, right?

Otherwise, my second brother wouldn't have let Shen Lang take us away.

Unfortunately, I got separated from Shen Lang...

…………

In the wind and sand.

Shen Lang led his cavalry and advanced quickly.

"We will reach Muyun City in another half a day. Let's take a rest before moving on!" Shen Lang led the army into hiding in the woods.

This advancement is really difficult!

Yesterday I was taking a hot bath and sleeping on a soft bed, but today I have to eat sand.

"Shen Lang..." Mo Yi's horse approached Shen Lang: "Someone is fighting ahead..."

"Oh?" Shen Lang shouted, "Everyone, follow me to take a look!"

The soldiers were tired.

Fortunately, Ji Wendi's soldiers were all truly elite and they obeyed his orders very well.

In comparison, the scouts Shen Lang brought from Goose City were much inferior.

But they were the first to follow Shen Lang, and now many new people have come, they also started to compare themselves, and they just kept up reluctantly.

It didn't take long for Shen Lang to follow the wind and sand to see the battlefield that Mo Yi mentioned.

The battle before us was between the caravan guards and the grassland soldiers.

The soldiers on the grassland galloped on their horses in the wind and sand, and the guards of the caravan could only try their best to resist.

In this kind of weather, bows and arrows cannot be used, and the guards have no muskets to use, so they are in a completely passive situation of being beaten.

There were already dozens of guards' bodies on the ground, but not a single grassland soldier was dead.

This caravan should not be a big one, and the strongest guard they hired is only at the Leaping Extraordinary Realm.

The two Leaping Mortal Realm cultivators did not go to the battlefield either, but were protecting a carriage.

"Fengxian!" Shen Lang said loudly: "Go!"

"Yes!"

Without saying a word, Lu Fengxian rushed towards the enemy with a long knife in hand.