The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The sun is at its zenith and it is already noon.

Yan Cheng, who had been running around all night, was wrapped in bloody gauze, but he had not had time to clean the wound on his face. The blood on it had dried and solidified into a blood scab on his face.

At this time, he was rushing to Nan Ze with his subordinates. He had ordered people to simply clean the head of Prince Qing, but after all, the face was still difficult to discern. Yan Cheng felt helpless. He had indeed been too heavy-handed in his rage last night, but there was nothing he could do now. Fortunately, Prince Qing's sword was still there. With the head and this precious sword, it should be enough to prove his identity.

The clan leader has already gone to Nanze. Can he really make Yan Jun accept the submission of the barbarians and stop fighting as he said?

Although he supported Wu Li's decision out of helplessness a few days ago, after experiencing the fighting last night, Yan Cheng completely understood it.

While he was daydreaming, his subordinates suddenly spoke up:

"General, our people are in front!"

The shout brought Yan Cheng back to his senses. He raised his eyes and looked forward. As the focus gradually stabilized, he saw a group of people in the distance coming towards them.

They were the tribesmen, and those who were taken out by the tribe leader.

But this did not make Yan Cheng happy. Instead, his face fell.

It was because behind the tribesmen, there was a large army. They were the Yan soldiers wearing armor. They rode tall horses, holding swords, spears, and halberds. The chariots made clanging sounds, and the weapons they were loaded with were terrifying.

This fierce and powerful army is like a torrent of steel, and now it is marching across this plain.

It was majestic, powerful, sharp, hard, and razor-sharp, as if it could destroy everything. Just one glance at it made Yan Cheng tremble all over. He suddenly thought of the scene when he quarreled with the clan leader a few days ago.

'Why am I so stupid...' He couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart.

If the clan leader had not stopped him at the beginning, and he had really brought his troops to join forces with the Jin family, he would probably have been killed by now.

At this moment, his subordinates looked at him hesitantly. It was obvious that this scene made them feel panic and uneasy.

Yan Cheng bit his lip and said in a deep voice: "Get off the horse and wait here."

"Yes, General!"

The soldiers immediately dismounted and waited here.

On the opposite side, Qin Ze, who was riding on a horse, naturally saw the figures of Yan Cheng and his group. Then he turned his head to look at Wu Li beside him.

Wu Li felt like a bereaved family member at this moment. After the previous conversation ended, the old man became like this.

"This is still far away from Guiyun City. Have you arranged someone to pick us up in advance?" Qin Ze asked casually.

"Wha...what?" Wu Li raised his head in deep thought, and then realized what he was referring to, "No...not the support."

Wu Li put his hand on his brow, looked far away and gradually saw the familiar figure, then continued:

"It's General Yan Chengyan from my clan. He has returned from hunting down the fugitives."

"Earlier, a tribe member saw a group of people escaping by taking a detour, and guessed that they escaped from Nan Ze, so he led people to surround them. It seems that they have caught up with them."

Qin Ze nodded and said no more.

A moment later, as the army approached, Yan Cheng immediately came forward with his subordinates.

Qin Ze raised his eyes and saw that the barbarian general was covered with wounds and his face was bloody. He roughly guessed in his heart that he must have been in a fierce battle last night.

He raised his hand, and the army immediately stopped marching, and the ranks made way for a path in the middle.

Yan Cheng walked forward holding a wooden box and bowed.

"Your Majesty!" He bent over, thought for a moment, then his knees softened and he fell to the ground.

"Get up." Qin Ze said lightly.

At this moment, Wu Li's face looked even worse. After all, Yan Cheng's appearance was really pitiful. It seemed that last night's pursuit had paid a huge price. However, seeing him holding the wooden box, it seemed that last night's action had paid off.

Sure enough, Yan Cheng raised the wooden box and said in a deep voice:

"Reporting to your majesty, last night, Prince Qing Jin Weizun fled to Cangwu Mountain. I led the troops to capture him, but they resisted fiercely and were difficult to capture alive. In order to keep them, we had no choice but to fight them. In the fight, Jin Weizun died."

"Inside the box is his head."

After hearing this, Qin Ze looked a little surprised, but he just nodded and said:

"Jin Weizun's head?"

"Show it to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Bing stepped forward and took the wooden box from Yan Cheng. They stood in front of Qin Ze and then opened the wooden box.

Sure enough, there was only a human head in the box, nothing else.

After the Yan soldiers checked, one of them picked up the wooden box and walked to Qin Ze's side. Then he grabbed the head by the hair and lifted it out of the box, showing it to Qin Ze.

Even though Qin Ze had seen countless bloody scenes, he still felt creepy when looking at this head.

This completely distorted and deformed man had a cracked eye socket, a broken nose, and a noticeably sunken mouth and right cheek. There was even a large piece of flesh missing from his left face, and the crack was jagged, as if it had been torn off by a wild beast.

It was as if he had gone through an extremely cruel and bloody torture to become like this.

But is this Jin Weizun? The sinister and vicious Jin Weizun who always hides behind everyone? Although he broke through Nanze in one night, Jin Weizun is an old and cunning man. Since he has already escaped from Nanze City, he should have already had a plan to escape.

Cangwu Mountain is not particularly far away, so he only fled here? Or did the barbarians rush to offer a head in order to show goodwill?

Qin Ze stared at the head, while Yan Cheng, who was waiting, didn't dare to breathe. In front of such a fierce army, everything seemed insignificant.

But the hanging heart was gradually put at ease. The tribe leader followed Qin Ze. Although he brought a large army, judging from the current situation, he should not be going to declare war on the barbarians.

Yan Cheng guessed that the reason for sending a large army was to show force and let the tribesmen understand their strength. This was a warning.

"Are you sure this is Jin Weizun?"

The sudden question interrupted Yan Cheng's thoughts, and he immediately nodded and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I cut off the head with my own hands. We chased them into the forest and fought with them for a long time. Jin Weizun had already fled to the mountains under the protection of his men, but later he came back for some reason."

"We fought a bloody battle with him and finally killed him."

At this point, Yan Cheng remembered that the seized sword had not yet been presented.

I was too nervous just now, and my mind was full of random thoughts, so I forgot about it. Then he added:

"Jin Weizun's face is hard to recognize. I had to protect myself during the fight with him, so I ended up like this."

"But his sword is still there. I just forgot to give it to Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, please take a look."

After saying that, Yan Cheng turned his head and gave a wink, and a barbarian soldier immediately walked towards the warhorse and took the sword hanging on the horse's back.