Huo Xiaoying had a cold face and her voice was cold and serious.
"Eunuch Zhao?"
She tilted her head slightly: "Take your people over there and temporarily take over all the firearms."
The eunuchs folded their hands and looked at each other, but no one moved.
Huo Xiaoying's face darkened: "Hurry up and go!"
"And you?"
She pointed the command arrow at Tianshu's army: "If you dare to resist, don't blame me for being rude!"
The military orders are as big as mountains, the Tianshu Army is famous all over the world, and the rules have always been strict. Even though he was dissatisfied with Huo Xiaoying, he had to succumb to the golden lacquered order arrow in her hand.
The artillery was controlled by the ceremonial supervisor, and the Tianshu army did not dare to resist except staring at them fiercely.
Huo Xiaoying curled up the corners of her lips, feeling relieved physically and mentally: "Come on, light the fire."
"Huo Xiaoying, the person who told you to take your claws away from the muzzle of this young marshal's gun!"
In mid-air, the man's clear but slightly breathless voice floated slowly.
The sound fell from the sky, extremely clear, as if it had penetrated from the ears into the heart at once, and could no longer be ignored.
"This is……."
Everyone looked up to watch. Under the blue sky and white sun, Peng Bo dropped from the sky holding an oil paper umbrella with one hand.
The breeze rolled up his long hair, his long robes fluttered like flags, his eyes were bright and he was high-spirited.
"It's the young marshal, the young marshal is back!"
The cheers of the Tianshu Army were deafening, and everyone's eyes seemed to have a ball of fire. If you look closely, there is still a bit of mist hidden in it.
"Young Marshal is really alive!"
Huo Xiaoying frowned fiercely and stared at Peng Bo, who was getting closer and closer, without blinking.
He didn't die? How could he not die?
She was nearby when Peng Bo detained Lin Chu with a trap.
When she saw the flowers falling into the sea of fire with her own eyes, she knew something was wrong, so she rubbed oil on her soles and ran away first.
With Peng Bo's physical condition, how could he possibly win against the furious Lin Chu?
Precisely because she was certain that both Peng Bo and Lin Chu would suffer losses, she used gold-lacquered arrows without any scruples and ordered the Tianshu Army to blow up Wangjiang Xiaozhu.
But...how could he come back alive?
Something's wrong!
Huo Xiaoying raised her eyebrows.
Peng Bo was indifferent to everyone. Even he himself never cared much about his identity. He never called himself Young Marshal in front of others.
This person...
Oh!
Huo Xiaoying's lips curled up slightly, and a flash of understanding flashed in her eyes.
Although the person in front of him looks the same as Peng Bo, his back is wider than his and his eyes are brighter.
This person is fake!
"Everyone, be careful, this is not the Young Marshal!" Her voice was loud and trembling slightly with excitement.
However……
No one listened to her.
Her delicate body was staggered by the swarming Tianshu army rushing towards him in the blink of an eye.
"Stop!"
Huo Xiaoying's complexion was dark and blue.
Are all the Tianshu Army fools? How can they be so excited when they see a fake?!
"Young Marshal, are you back?"
"Um."
Peng Bo landed and carefully put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. As if unintentionally, he glanced at Huo Xiaoying.
"Go and capture the person who cursed me."
"yes!"
The sound was deafening.
The eunuchs retreated subconsciously, and Huo Xiaoying gritted her teeth: "Who dares!"
"That man is a fake young commander disguised by others." Huo Xiaoying raised her finger and pointed at Peng Bo: "Can't you see it?"
"Oh."
Peng Bo sneered: "Huo Xiaoying, I want you to cooperate with me sincerely. I didn't expect you to harbor evil intentions and act boldly. Taking advantage of my trust in you, you stole the arrows ordered by me in an attempt to secretly mobilize the firearms camp."
He smiled lightly: "Do you think your methods can really kill me? You are too naive!"
