Until late at night, Jiang Hanze was still tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He couldn't help but reach out and grasp the knife placed beside the bed. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the handle of the knife, he heard someone outside yelling, "There is a night attack!"
Fang Zilan's figure flashed past, heading straight towards the tent where General Shen's body was stored. As she walked, she secretly cursed that the vigilance of Miluo people was really not very good. She walked around and even found the body of General Shen, but they didn't find it. In the end, she had to take the initiative to make some noise, and then she shouted: They said it was a night attack.
The few people following Fang Zilan didn’t know that she was luring people over on purpose, until they were surrounded. One of them couldn’t help but come closer and asked quietly: “Master Fang, it seems that the Miluo people have been prepared for this battle. .”
"What is important is that they are prepared." Fang Zilan said and sent out a signal, and a dazzling white light flashed across the night sky. The Miluo people who surrounded them subconsciously looked up and were killed by them in a flash of lightning.
Jiang Hanze, who came after hearing the news, frowned when he saw the signal. What does this mean? However, before he could think about it, he heard that his soldiers came to report that he had gone missing.
In order to lure the tiger away from the mountain, is setting fire to the grain and grass their real purpose? Jiang Hanze didn't care much, so he had to call the deputy general to lead people to put out the fire. He ran towards the camp where General Shen's body was, and bumped into Fang Zilan.
"Is it General Shen?" Fang Zilan stood in front of several people, and the person behind him replied: "Yes, it's General Shen!"
Fang Zilan nodded slightly, but did not look back, "You take General Shen and leave first, I will take the lead."
"If you want to leave, let's see if you have the ability." Jiang Hanze came very quickly. The moment he saw Fang Zilan, he knew that he had made the right move - as expected, they came for the body of General Shen.
"Want to keep me?" Fang Zilan stepped forward, separated Jiang Hanze's knife, and said with a contemptuous smile: "I'm afraid you're tired of living."
Jiang Hanze felt the power coming from the blade, and his wrist shook involuntarily. Fang Zilan stabbed her with her sword, then dodged the spear coming towards her from the other side and took a few steps back.
She had no intention of fighting, so when she saw them successfully escaping with General Shen, she threw some powder away. After reuniting with the soldiers who set fire to the food and grass, they returned to Qiluo City under the cover of darkness.
Vice General Cao, who was in charge of the response, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them coming back, "Boss, how are you doing?"
"General Shen has brought it back." Fang Zilan got on his horse and said cautiously: "Let's go back and talk about it later."
After everyone returned to the camp, Zhou Lang held General Shen's body and cried for a long time. Fang Zilan had no time to pay attention to him. He only ordered "Bury General Shen generously" and then asked Deputy General Cao to count the casualties of the night attack and called the other deputy generals to come in. Account discussion.
"Boss, a total of six brothers were killed in our night attack, and eight more were injured." Vice General Cao reported the general situation, and Fang Zilan nodded slightly, "I understand."
"Master Fang, our night attack burned the Miluo people's food and grass. I don't think they will do much in the past few days." One of the lieutenants looked serious, "However, there is a battle tomorrow morning..."
Before he continued, Fang Zilan became convinced and said: "Jiang Hanze is injured. Either he will fight with the injury, or another general will fight. Do you know if there are other generals in the Miluo Army who can be named? "
One of the deputy generals guarding the city said: "A few days ago, when General Shen had not arrived at Qiluo City, Jiang Hanze also attacked several times. Once, I saw a general-looking person next to him, but I didn't know who it was."
He was not sure, Fang Zilan frowned slightly and said, "Isn't it Murong Xun?"
"No." The deputy general who spoke shook his head, "That man looks very young, but he is very skilled. With only a few moves, our general was defeated by him."
Fang Zilan asked: "That person is better than Jiang Hanze?"
Seeing him nodding, Fang Zilan quickly ran through all the disciples of Murong Xun she knew in her mind, but there was no one who could match the number.
"In addition to his young age and great skill, what other characteristics does that man have?" Deputy General Cao asked, and the deputy general replied: "That man has a great appearance. I have never seen anyone as good-looking as him. But he is so proud. Very, he never looked at anyone when fighting with us. After killing our general, he even said it was boring."
"Proud?" Fang Zilan repeated the word thoughtfully, thinking about it, and immediately told them about tomorrow's arrangements, then checked around, made sure there was nothing wrong, and then went back to the tent to take a nap.
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Zhuge Yu's voice came from outside the tent, "The imperial edict has arrived."
Fang Zilan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the man laughed out loud, "Master Fang, I thought you had so much ability to ask me for someone, but it turns out you were just relying on His Majesty's power to bully me."
Fang Zilan watched Zhuge Yu's figure appear in the tent intently, then turned her eyes to him, and said clearly and calmly every word: "I rely on your majesty's power, but it can't be regarded as deceiving. Today I tell your majesty I just want to tell Mr. Wei that there are not many people in this world who can truly do whatever they want."
Zhuge Yu held the imperial edict and stood in the center of the tent, his expression as cold and hard as Fang Zilan had ever seen.
He looked straight at the people on the main seat without squinting, and asked in a cold voice: "Master Wei, where is Vice General Cao now?"
Only then did Fang Zilan notice that it was completely different from Zhuge Yu's unkind approach. The man opposite him deliberately restrained his aura, and the pressure dissipated, replaced by a flash of surprise.
Fang Zilan's intuition told her that the man's change did not come from the imperial edict, but from the person who delivered the edict.
But at this moment, she had no time to care about his relationship with Zhuge Yu. She only focused on Lieutenant General Cao and didn't think too much about it.
It wasn't until he asked someone to bring Deputy General Cao up and saw him unharmed that she felt completely relieved.
Zhuge Yu walked up to the man with the imperial edict in hand, leaned over and placed the edict on the table. Then he straightened up and said, "Your Majesty's edict is here. Is there anything else Sir Wei wants to say?"
The man seemed not to have heard what he said and asked uncertainly: "Are you from the Zhuge family, Zhuge Yu?"
"Yes." Zhuge Yu responded, still looking businesslike and indifferent, "In addition to Vice General Cao, the soldiers from Lord Fang's residence were also taken away from the camp on the outskirts of Beijing. As for the regulations, Lord Wei knows what to do. .”
As soon as Zhuge Yu finished speaking, he heard him laugh deeply, "You actually helped Mr. Fang and requested an order from me to ask for someone. It's interesting."
