Yan Weiyu heard what Yan Wulu said, and for a moment, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
She did not question where Yan Wulu got the information.
Because, as Yan Wulu's little aunt, she knows——
Yan Wulu is very strong.
This kind of strength does not come from strength, but a feeling. It can give people a sense of absolute reliability and peace of mind at any time.
Only Yan Weiyu can feel this, and even Yan Dong may not know it.
"Big nephew..."
Yan Weiyu quickly returned to normal, with no flaws visible.
Being able to serve as the commander-in-chief of the Demon Division of Daqian Town all year round, Yan Weiyu is by no means an ordinary person.
"...Eldest nephew, I will immediately take people to the North City Gate to clear out all suspicious dark spots within a radius of twenty miles."
Yan Weiyu's eyes were determined. Even though she was in the imperial capital and at the feet of the emperor, she did not have the slightest fear or fear.
However, Yan Wulu suddenly reached out and held her...
"No."
Yan Wulu said calmly.
At this moment, in a trance, Yan Weiyu saw in his eldest nephew the reliable look of someone who could plan for thousands of miles.
"...The enemy is in the dark, and we are in the open. Even if we lose this wave of dead soldiers, I'm afraid there will be another wave within a few months."
When Yan Weiyu heard this, he stopped and asked tentatively: "So...what do you want, eldest nephew?"
“Cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, but they will grow again when the spring breeze blows…”
Yan Wulu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sense of threat, "...I want to completely deal with this group of people, and also uncover the people behind the scenes hiding in the dark!"
…
…
Imperial Capital.
North city gate.
Noon.
The bright red Daqian flag fluttered in the wind at the top of the city...
The welcoming team, headed by Prince Zhao Lingfeng and Crown Prince Yan Wulu, was already waiting at the city gate.
Originally, Yan Weiyu, the commander of the Demon Suppression Department, and Zhao Lingrui, the King of Yu, were also going to come here.
But today at 10:00, a big demon attack occurred on the outskirts of Jinling, so Yan Weiyu had to be absent to greet the team.
As for Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui, he occasionally felt cold and unwell and was unable to come here.
On both sides of the city gate avenue, there are people from Jinling like a sea of people holding various flags and signs.
They all took the initiative to cleanse themselves of the great hero of Daqian, King Zhenbei.
It was much more lively and exciting than when Yan Wulu came to Jinling.
but……
Who knows whether there might be alien assassins or even evil spirits hiding among them?
…
Among the many elderly ministers and ceremony officials, Prince Zhao Lingfeng and Yan Wulu, who stood at the head of the team, became two of the few young heroes.
Yan Wulu had already given Zhao Lingfeng a simple courtesy when they first met, but now he clasped his fists again and said——
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
When Prince Zhao Lingfeng saw this, he was also extremely friendly and returned the greeting slightly...
"His Royal Highness."
Prince Zhao Lingfeng was wearing a gorgeous prince python robe today, looking quite kingly, and in his movements, he had the temperament of a gentle Confucian scholar.
In fact, from the first time Zhao Lingfeng saw Yan Wulu, as the master of the secret sect, his years of discernment allowed him to see at a glance...
Yan Wulu is an extraordinary man!
This person has an extraordinary personality. If he can be won over, he will definitely become the future pillar of Daqian in the future.
Because of this, Prince Zhao Lingfeng became more interested in making friends with Yan Wulu...
Yan Wulu took this opportunity to whisper a few words beside Prince Zhao Lingfeng.
No one could hear their words clearly, but Zhao Lingfeng's face darkened briefly...
After that, before the Zhenbei King's team showed up, the prince Zhao Lingfeng, who was always courteous and courteous, quietly walked away.
However, the ministers also speculated that "people have three urgent needs", which is understandable.
Only Yan Wulu, the prince of Zhenbei, stood with his hands down, his exquisite and gorgeous brocade sleeves and robes gathered together, looking ahead——
"This huge net has been laid, just waiting for them... to fall into it."
…
"Da, da, da, da..."
The iron cavalry of the Zhenbei Army appeared in the sky first.
The solemn and neat voices came from a distance one after another.
That’s the iron cavalry of the Northland!
That was the invincible army led by Yan Dong, the king of Zhenbei!
With just a few dozen riders, there was an overwhelming sense of chilling...
Even the courtiers who were hundreds of meters away could feel the sand and cold air of the northern border on the bodies of these elite cavalry, as well as the fearlessness and bloodthirsty of the army that defeated hundreds of thousands of barbarians!
"Grumbling"
"Grumbling"
"Grumbling"
At the top of the North City, on both sides of the avenue, countless horns and drums were played together.
Flags flying.
The crowd was buzzing.
The North Metro Cyclists arrived first and were separated on both sides.
At this moment, a certain slender figure standing in the dark building panicked——
"What's going on? How come Yan Dong's North Metro Riders are here! Didn't the tip say they are all stationed a hundred miles away from the imperial capital?!"
The slender figure seemed to be hysterically shouting at the people around him in a low voice. The people around him were at a loss. After a long time, they finally spoke——
"Sir... Your Majesty, my subordinates don't know, but it's just a few dozen riders. There are hundreds of us! There's nothing to be afraid of!"
"no!"
The slender figure retorted tremblingly, "... That Yan Dong is already terrifying. The emperor said he was injured, but who knows if it is true! Now there are so many more Northern Metro Riders, and they are even assassinating people!"
"Sir...but where is the emperor?"
"We'll talk about it later. If Yan Dong is really injured, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future!"
The slender figure said and prepared to step back and leave.
But as soon as he took a step forward, he felt a chill behind him...a bright long sword was pointing at his back...
"Zhao Wuneng, the emperor has an order for you to kill Yan Dong here!"
Looking at the same man behind him with completely opposite auras, the slender man named Zhao Wuneng was a little surprised, "Asshole, Liu Gui, you kid, you fucking betrayed me!"
"I have always been loyal to the Emperor!"
Just as he was talking, Liu Gui's face changed slightly and he continued -
"Master Zhao, you must know that in order to contain Yan Weiyu and seriously injure Yan Dong, the emperor spent a lot of money and effort. If you miss it this time, there will be no next time!"
"Liu Gui, do you think you are my opponent?"
Zhao Wuneng suddenly said coldly.
He couldn't defeat Yan Dong, nor could he defeat Yan Weiyu, but couldn't he still defeat Liu Gui?
"I advise Mr. Zhu not to do this. After all, you still have to think more about your wife, children, mother and daughter."
"...They are now in the hands of the Emperor. Whether they are well-dressed and well-fed, or whether they are worse off than dead depends on your decision, Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Wuneng was so angry that he was shaking for a moment.
Even though he is only a distant relative of the old emperor, he is still a member of the royal family! Moreover, he is also the former commander-in-chief of the Dragon Guard Division!
Now, it has actually reached this point...
"You... are so damn black!"
…
The North Metro Station stands on both sides of Chengmen Avenue.
The jet-black armor and the war horses were all covered in armor, and their uniform movements looked like inhuman beings.
When every Daqian citizen sees such a powerful soldier, he can't help but feel a burst of passion and pride in his heart!
People always have strong feelings deep down in their hearts.
They unilaterally believe that——
This is our strong shield against the enemy at the national border!
This is the sharp edge for our great cadres to show off their power outside the borders!
"Daqan is mighty! King Zhenbei is mighty!"
I don’t know who shouted it first.
Then, all the people in Jinling shouted loudly and hoarsely.
"Daqan is mighty! King Zhenbei is mighty!"
"Daqan is mighty! King Zhenbei is mighty!"
…
Amidst the shouts that echoed through the sky, the central army of the Northland team finally appeared...
The chariot driven by Yan Dong, the king of Zhenbei, is a simple chariot pulled by eight northern war horses!
The emperor only had nine chariots, which was one of the greatest favors that Emperor Daqian showed to Yan Dong, the king of Zhenbei.
A large scarlet flag embroidered with the word "strict" was erected on the top of the chariot.
Under the heavy curtain, the tall and armored figure of the King of Zhenbei can be vaguely seen...
People in Jinling cheered.
The courtiers were all smiles for a while.
Only Yan Wulu stood there with a serious look on his face...
"Father, I'm really hurt..."
Yan Wulu knew his father, Yan Dong.
Unless absolutely necessary, his father would never come by car on such an occasion!
His father was a king with a different surname, but he was also a general!
"How can a general ride in a carriage instead of riding a horse in a military formation?"
This is what Yan Dong once said to Yan Wulu.
Yan Wulu suppressed the sourness that suddenly surged in his heart.
He was also very lucky that he learned the news in advance and was able to make some preparations in advance. He couldn't help but feel a little better about the system text...
"As long as I'm here, everything will get better." Yan Wulu said calmly to himself.
Wang Yandong's car in the north of the town finally reached the section of avenue in front of the city gate where the crowds were the largest.
The crowds of people seemed to express their fanatical admiration for King Zhenbei.
The garrison soldiers on both sides who were used to maintain order were almost unable to withstand the crazy people.
Yan Wulu stood quietly on the spot, his expression slightly condensed.
He glanced at the cavalry captain standing beside him on the road with his head held high...
The cavalry captain nodded slightly, indicating that all preparations were going on as scheduled.
He seemed extremely respectful to this prince.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a blast sounded at the head of the north city, and bursts of black smoke rose.
The originally lively people were still at this moment, and the next moment they suddenly understood something, and then immediately screamed and fled...
"Kill the national traitor Yan Dong!"
"Kill the national traitor Yan Dong!"
"Kill the national traitor Yan Dong!"
Dozens of martial arts swordsmen hidden among the people shouted this deafening shout at the same time.
They pulled out their long swords hidden in the dark and flew against the flow of people to attack and kill the King of Zhenbei's chariot!
At the top of the North City, there are dozens of secret entrances protruding from the secret towers on both sides of the city gate avenue. The original garrison soldiers there have long been killed, and the archers and assassins holding crossbows have already drawn their arrows...
The garrison soldiers under the city tower were at a loss. They were unable to offer any resistance under the crowds of people. They were scattered in an instant or were killed by martial arts swordsmen in an instant.
The archers who had already occupied the high position did not stop at all, and all their arrows were shot in one direction - King Zhenbei's chariot.
"Protect!"
The cavalry captain had already turned his horse around at the first moment of the turmoil.
He held the long iron gun high in his hand, and his hoarse, rough male voice was thick and powerful.
All the northern metro riders, at this moment, controlled their horses and galloped towards the King of Zhenbei's chariot.
The war horses of the North come and go like the wind.
Northland sergeants are well trained.
Thousands of strong shields were lifted up by the North Metro Cavalry, forming an indestructible shield wall next to King Zhenbei's car!
Countless arrows hit the shield wall, making a metallic sound and then all falling...
These arrows are useless against heavy armored cavalry.
A martial arts swordsman has broken through the crowd and reached the empty city gate avenue...
But at the next moment, they suddenly realized that they were facing a real nightmare——
The cavalry captain's raised spear slowly leveled, facing the first martial arts swordsman who rushed onto the road in front of him.
About half of the Northern Metro Cavalry, who still had an unformed shield wall, came to the side of the Cavalry Captain, their spears raised...
This moment was extremely quiet for the martial arts swordsman, as if the only sound left was his breathing and the sound of the armor of the opposite cavalry rubbing against each other...
"kill!"
The cavalry captain's shout was simple and crude, but it shook the sky...
War horses gallop.
On this narrow, long and straight city gate avenue, who can stop the cavalry charging?
The martial arts swordsman's eyes were splitting with anger, and he burst into tears under the extreme shock and fear...
Several more swordsmen faintly rushed here, but in the next moment, they were all killed by the charge of the cavalry.
In the event of such turmoil, the courtiers would have dispersed.
Someone wanted to pull Yan Wulu away together, but Yan Wulu didn't move at all...
These assassins had the same goal, and no one would care about them except the King of Zhenbei.
Yan Wulu just stood here quietly, with his broad brocade sleeves and robe folded together, looking ahead, and all the fighting between the cavalry and the cavalry fell in his eyes...
And he has been able to turn a blind eye without any emotion.
[Have you mobilized the North Subway Pagoda in advance? Well done, host.]
The voice of the imperial sister who wrote the system sounded quietly in Yan Wulu's mind, with a cadence and even a slightly adoring tone.
Yan Wulu smiled faintly, "The matter is far more than that."
…
The people and officials of the imperial capital who were originally blocked at the city gate gradually evacuated.
The crossbowmen and those martial arts swordsmen, under the obstruction of the North Metro Cavalry, were unable to injure King Zhenbei's chariot at all.
Originally some garrison soldiers tried to escort King Zhenbei away, but were shot dead by crossbowmen.
However, this does not change the decline of the assassins.
Just when the martial arts swordsmen among the main force of the Dead Assassins were about to be slaughtered, there was a sound of horse hooves as the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked.
That's not the sound of northern war horses, but... southern war horses!
Yan Wulu frowned slightly.
Sure enough, outside the previous city gate, a large group of cavalry suddenly appeared...
They were wearing armor, but they had no serial numbers.
They are a group of private soldiers...a group of private cavalry with fine horses and armor!
An unnumbered cavalry team of nearly two hundred people suddenly appeared at the north gate of the imperial capital Jinling!
"It seems that the person who wants to kill my father must be in a high position in the court!"
Yan Wulu murmured to himself.
The cavalry captain in the distance shot to death the last martial arts swordsman who was stubbornly resisting. Naturally, he also saw the large group of cavalry rushing behind him...
The crossbowmen at the tower are still there, and the shield wall cannot be withdrawn!
This is equivalent to them using their current less than twenty cavalry to charge and fight with the more than two hundred cavalry in front of them!
This is impossible for the general army...
But the Zhenbei Army cavalry under Yan Dong is impossible in itself!
"Array up!"
The captain of the cavalry shouted hoarsely, and the remaining northern metro cavalry automatically began to assume a charging stance in front of the King of Zhenbei's car...
The cavalry group of more than two hundred people in front of them charged forward like an overwhelming force.
The North Metro rides here are as quiet as stone sculptures.
