Although Kou Wanwan is wearing armor, her face is really beautiful, and there is no sense of disobedience at all.

"No...it's very dangerous in the city right now. Girl, you...are pregnant, why are you wandering around? And you pretended to be a general in my palace and sneaked into the camp?"

"Yan Dashan, by the way, it must be Yan Dashan who brought you in. Dashan...well, where are the Dashan people?"

"Young master, my family came to see you specially, but you don't seem to be very happy..."

"This is not something to be happy about. It is very inconvenient for you, a woman, to sneak into the camp... Look at your face, you are not a general who has been exposed to the weather and the sun at all!"

"Isn't the slave family worried about the safety of the young master..." Kou Wanwan's face immediately burst into a smile. Zhu Xiuyuan's words just now, she thought, were compliments on her good looks.

But Zhu Xiuyuan was stunned.

Yes, he suddenly remembered that Kou Wanwan was so skilled and superb that she was not afraid of chaos in the capital at all.

"Young Master also knows that the capital city tonight is very dangerous. The slave family was afraid that something might happen to Young Master, so they stopped your entourage on the way..."

"The girl is interested, but..." Zhu Xiuyuan glanced at Kou Wanwan's belly.

"Don't worry, young master, no one in Liang City can harm us... mother and son!" Kou Wanwan smiled and rushed over.

Zhu Xiuyuan hugged her easily, but because Kou Wanwan was wearing armor, Zhu Xiuyuan only felt hard.

But Kou Wanwan seemed to be unaware, and like a little girl in love, she moved around in Zhu Xiuyuan's arms... but it hurt Zhu Xiuyuan.

"Young master, don't worry. With the slave family here, even if the master goes deep into the enemy's camp and is surrounded by thousands of troops, the slave family will be able to protect him!" Kou Wanwan said softly.

Zhu Xiuyuan was moved, but also felt that something was wrong.

Isn't it his turn to say this?

"In addition, the slave family has also made arrangements to break out of the city. If the master decides to break out of the encirclement, there will still be more than a thousand masters under the slave family for the master to call upon..."

Kou Wanwan continued to murmur and huddled in his arms, like a little kitten.

However, these words surprised Zhu Xiuyuan: "More than a thousand masters..."

You must know that there are only a thousand generals in his uncle Jiangcheng's mansion.

And this Kou Wanwan... actually has more than a thousand subordinates in the capital.

However, Zhu Xiuyuan thought of Kou Wanwan's identity as the princess of Guizhou, and he felt relieved again.

"Young master, don't you think the slave family is very powerful? If the master marries the slave family, the slave family will come to your door with countless generous dowries!" Kou Wanwan said charmingly.

Zhu Xiuyuan lowered his head slightly and looked at the beautiful face close at hand, feeling a little dazed.

I didn't expect that Kou Wanwan could actually act like a coquettish little girl.

According to modern parlance, it is "salty or sweet".

This is really...a masterpiece.

A versatile queen!

And there was no feeling of embarrassment, everything was natural and just like real.

Zhu Xiuyuan couldn't tell the difference, so he treated it as true.

Zhu Xiuyuan was satisfied, hugged an "Iron Man" version of Kou Wanwan, and gradually moved his face closer.

Kou Wanwan seemed to feel something, her pair of starry eyes gradually closed, her eyebrows trembled slightly, her small mouth like a peach petal opened slightly, and the fine teeth in it were visible...

"My benefactor, there are scouts asking to see you!"

At the critical moment, Nayan Dashan suddenly heard a voice, interrupting Zhu Xiuyuan's good deeds.

Zhu Xiuyuan pursed his lips, his face a little dark, but he still ordered: "Come in!"

After Kou Wanwan broke free from Zhu Xiuyuan's "control", she kept smiling at him. Judging from her expression, she was probably laughing at him for losing his interest.

Zhu Xiuyuan let go of Kou Wanwan and gave her a half-hearted look.

At this time, the scout entered the big tent and paid homage: "Let me tell you, uncle, the battle situation thirty miles south of the city...has changed..."

"Oh?" Zhu Xiuyuan sat down behind Shuai An, while Kou Wanwan stood beside him, acting as his personal bodyguard. "If there is any change, please explain clearly."

"Uncle Qi, the situation is like this..."

Thirty miles south of the city.

The encounter between the 50,000-strong army of the King of Jiangyin and the 20,000 soldiers of the Beijing camp started here.

The 50,000-strong army of the King of Jiangyin came to attack from a long distance, but the 20,000 soldiers of the Beijing camp were waiting for work.

However, the number of soldiers in the Beijing camp was too small.

Moreover, they had no danger to defend. The military order they received was to stop King Jiangyin on the official road south of the capital.

So as soon as this battle began, it entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat. The two sides were fighting to the death, and the fighting situation was very tragic.

The soldiers of the Beijing camp could actually let King Jiangyin's 50,000 troops pass through first, and then form a pincer attack with the defenders on the city wall.

But, that's the capital city.

The order given to them by their superiors was to prevent King Jiangyin's 50,000 troops from approaching the capital and to keep them out.

Therefore, the soldiers in the Beijing camp had no choice but to confront the enemy head-on. They did not talk about the art of war and just charged up with swords and spears...

The fire is soaring into the sky!

The cry of killing is deafening!

Under the shroud of darkness, countless soldiers died on the battlefield.

Outside the battlefield, there are still 20,000 troops who have not joined the battle. This is the army under the king of Jiangyin.

In fact, the King of Jiangyin only sent 30,000 troops to fight against 20,000 soldiers from the Beijing camp.

At this moment, King Jiangyin was surrounded by troops.

His face looked slightly childish, and when the firelight shone on it, he could clearly see that he still had a childlike spirit.

But now, King Jiangyin's face was expressionless and his eyes were staring at the battlefield without blinking. He was judging an opportunity.

"That's almost it, let's get started!"

Suddenly King Jiangyin gave an order.

A man who looked like a lieutenant nearby took the order and left, not knowing what he was doing.

"The deputy general of the Beijing camp is dead. He will surrender his weapons without killing..."

Suddenly, a loud roar sounded from the edge of the battlefield, and the sound was very loud.

In this noisy battlefield, it was naturally impossible to spread far, but people nearby heard it clearly.

"The deputy general of the Beijing camp is dead. He will surrender his weapons without killing..."

"The deputy general of the Beijing camp is dead. He will surrender his weapons without killing..."

"The deputy general of the Beijing camp is dead. He will surrender his weapons without killing..."

Immediately afterwards, this kind of shouting was like a wooden stick in a relay race, being passed from level to level by the troops under King Jiangyin's tent.

Not only the 20,000 soldiers who had never participated in the battle were shouting in unison, but also the soldiers who were on the battlefield and fighting bloody battles. They were stunned at first, and then overjoyed. In addition to joining the roaring ranks, they became more and more courageous as they fought.

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In contrast, the soldiers in the Beijing camp are not good. Once they hear that the deputy general is dead, how can they still fight this battle?

If there is no one to guide them, they will be like a piece of loose sand, simply lambs to be slaughtered.

So in an instant, a large number of soldiers from the Beijing camp threw away their weapons and surrendered.

The sound of weapons falling to the ground was heard on the battlefield.

For these soldiers from the Beijing camp who voluntarily surrendered, King Jiangyin's army also stopped attacking and swarmed up, locking them to the ground.

In addition to those who surrendered voluntarily, among the soldiers in the Beijing camp, there were also those who took advantage of the opportunity to escape, running in groups outside the battlefield...

Panic spread in the hearts of the soldiers in the Beijing camp.

Because they were in the middle of a battlefield, they had been killed in darkness, and the shouts of killing were so loud that except for the sound of drums, they could hardly hear other sounds, unless the sound was very loud.

"The deputy general of the Beijing camp is dead, surrender his weapons and not kill him!" was the kind of very loud voice that spoke with certainty.

The morale of the soldiers in the Beijing camp was not very high to begin with. After hearing these words, they immediately believed them to be true and surrendered one after another.

Even those soldiers in the Beijing camp who understood clearly had no choice but to follow the crowd when they saw so many people on their side surrendering...

As for those staunch defenders who refused to surrender, they were in the minority after all, and the morale of both sides was ebbing and flowing. Their small number of troops was not enough for everyone to stab them at the same time.

So soon, one thing faded and the other grew, and King Jiangyin's army seemed to have divine help.

As for the soldiers in the Beijing camp, those who surrendered and those who ran away suddenly became like birds and beasts.

The deputy general of the Beijing camp was naturally not a mediocre person, and he quickly noticed that there was something unusual.

However, because there are only 20,000 soldiers in the Beijing camp, there is a serious shortage of manpower, so the deputy general of the Beijing camp also jumped into the battle ring to participate in the battle...

As a result, even though he reacted quickly, the defeat has already started a prairie fire and is irreversible!

"Beat the drum, beat the drum quickly..."

The deputy general of the Beijing camp was horrified and ordered the drums to be beaten, shouting at the top of his lungs.

The sound of beating drums suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.

But it's too late!

On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, and it doesn't wait for anyone.

Panic has spread among the soldiers in the Beijing camp, and like a prairie fire, it has developed into a forest fire that lights up half the sky and is difficult to extinguish.

After the sound of drum beating, the military morale of a small number of soldiers in the Beijing camp stabilized, but it was too late, and the decline of the Beijing camp was inevitable...

Soon after.
To be continued...