I am Yuan Niaoniao

Zhao State Morning Court..

Prime Minister Zhao stepped forward and reported: "Your Majesty, the bordering Yizhen Kingdom has repeatedly launched an invasion of our border. I think we should go to war and use it for our own benefit."

The King of Zhao nodded when he heard this, "What do you think, my dear ministers?" He looked around at all the ministers, and finally his eyes moved on Yan Muyu and Yan Mujun, one of them was his eldest son whom he didn't love, and the other was his younger son whom he raised with care. He wanted Yan Mujun to take this opportunity to make merit, but he was also worried that he would be in danger if he went to the battle. After thinking it over, he decided to let Yan Muyu go. He wasn't in the limelight recently, so it would be best for him to go, and he would benefit from the success or failure.

"Is the Crown Prince willing to lead the troops into battle?" Yan Zhen looked at Yan Muyu and said. Although it was a question, it implied that it could not be refused.

"Your son has no problem." Yan Muyu nodded. He naturally knew that his father was probably worried that his precious little son would be injured, so he would think of him first. Regardless of defeat or victory, the benefits would be to him and his son.

"Okay, then I will issue an order and appoint the Crown Prince as the General of Cavalry to lead an army of 100,000 to attack the Kingdom of Yizhen today." Yan Zhen said to adjourn the court without thinking.

After hearing this, all the civil and military officials in the court showed astonishment and confusion on their faces. They looked at each other and thought to themselves: "Isn't this letting the prince die in vain?" You know, Yizhen is very powerful, and now sending a mere 100,000 troops to fight against Yizhen's millions of troops is tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg.

How could Yan Muyu not know the stakes involved? He acted this way, in fact, just to take the opportunity to prevent himself from raising the flag of rebellion. He led these 100,000 insignificant troops as the vanguard officer. Once the battle situation fell into a stalemate, he would send Yan Mujun to lead the army to fight, and then he could sit back and reap the benefits. What a good calculation!

At this moment, Yan Mujun could hardly suppress his inner joy, a smile gradually crept onto his cheeks, and he exchanged glances with Yan Zhen in tacit understanding. This obvious communication of understanding seemed as if they were afraid that others would not see through it.

Yan Muyu also turned and left. One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand. I'm not afraid even if you give me fifty thousand. Just now he had already thought of how to conquer the million-strong army on the opposite side. If possible, he even wanted to do it without losing a single soldier.

Soon the news that the prince was going to lead his troops to fight against the Kingdom of Ijen spread, and people in the streets and alleys were talking about it.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince used to be idle, what can he do?" said a spectator.

"That's right. He puts eating, drinking and having fun first, but leading troops in battle is not as simple as playing around." Another man said.

"Haven't you heard? Our emperor also expected that he had no real ability, so he only assigned an army of 100,000 to let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fight against the enemy's million-strong army!" someone interrupted.

Chen Shaoyi and his group, who were having breakfast, stared in amazement as they heard this.

"If you say that, then doesn't the Emperor of Zhao want his own son to die?" Dong Xue whispered in Ming Xiao's ear.

"That's true, but don't underestimate Prince Zhao's strength." Ming Xiao knew that Yan Muyu had returned from training in the Sturgeon Dragon Clan, so his strength should not be underestimated.

"Do you think Yan Muyu needs help?" Yuan Niaoniao said softly.

"It shouldn't be necessary. We can just watch and see how strong this kid is." Chen Shaoyi said after wiping his mouth.

Yuan Niao Niao nodded, looking as if she understood.

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Yan Muyu acted decisively and without hesitation. He led the tribesmen who returned with him from the Sturgeon Dragon Tribe, and except for two or three people who stayed behind in the Prince's residence, the rest of them went with the army to the battle.

"Your Highness, is it safe enough to leave only a few people in the mansion?" Takumi Maki from the Sturgeon Dragon Clan asked. Originally, he was an elder of the Sturgeon Dragon Clan, but later he was conquered by Yan Muyu with his powerful force, and now he is willing to be loyal to him.

Yan Muyu smiled slightly and replied calmly: "Don't worry, it's okay. Those people's target has always been me, and they will not attack other people in the mansion." His eyes were firm and confident, as if he had already seen through everything.

"Okay." Takumi nodded. The brothers left in the mansion were more than enough to deal with ordinary secret guards.

It took only two days for the 100,000-strong army to reach the border area between Ijen and Zhao.

Yan Muyu ordered them to stay and rest. "Takuyimuzhen, you take your men to guard one point in each of the four directions. If there is any disturbance, you can handle it yourself and report it later." The ordinary soldiers are no match for the abilities of the Sturgeon Dragon Clan, so it is better to send them to guard, and he will stay in the base camp.

"Yes, Prince." After receiving the order, Takumi-jin led several small teams to ambush.

With nothing to do at the moment, Yan Muyu looked at the map in the camp, then arranged the troops on the sand table, thinking about how to best launch an attack.

"Report!" A messenger came in with a flag and knelt on the ground. "General, the enemy is invading."

"Okay, follow me out to fight." Upon hearing this, Yan Muyu put down the map in his hand with a serious face and strode out of the camp.

"Assemble!" a sentry shouted loudly, and then blew the horn to prepare for battle.

The two armies were facing each other, and the leader of the other side was a general riding a black horse and holding a spear.

Yan Muyu looked carefully and found that he recognized this person. He was He Jinghuan, the eldest prince of Yizhen Kingdom.

"I didn't expect you to come in person." Yan Muyu shouted to He Jingheng.

"Haha, I was thinking of sending some small soldiers to deal with you, but I didn't expect that your Zhao State sent a loser. You are quite brave and actually dared to come. This prince really wanted to see this joke, so I came here in person." He Jingheng laughed arrogantly.

"Stop talking nonsense, today is the day you die." A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Yan Muyu's eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, soldiers from both sides rushed forward and the sound of killing rang out.

Yan Muyu brandished the sword in his hand and rushed into the enemy camp as if he was in an empty space.

His swordsmanship was sharp, and every strike of his sword took a life.

Seeing this, He Jinghuan also rushed towards Yan Muyu, and the two started a fierce battle. If it were the old Yan Muyu, he really couldn't beat He Jingheng, who had experienced hundreds of battles and was known as the God of War, but now he has learned the highest martial arts of the Sturgeon Dragon Clan, so dealing with He Jingheng is a piece of cake.

Yan Muyu had originally planned to minimize the loss of soldiers, so he suddenly brought his hands together to condense a stream of blue light.

Then he swung it vigorously, and this powerful airflow flew straight towards He Jingheng. He Jingheng realized the power of this force and quickly dodged sideways, but was still hit on the right arm by the airflow.

He groaned, felt a sharp pain in his arm, and almost dropped the spear in his hand. Yan Muyu took advantage of the situation and attacked, his swordsmanship became more and more fierce, making He Jingheng overwhelmed.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, He Jingheng began to think of retreating. He fired a feint, then turned his horse around and led some soldiers to flee the battlefield.

Yan Muyu did not pursue the enemy, as he knew very well that one should not pursue an enemy who is desperate. This initial victory not only boosted his morale, but also made him more confident of future victories. This was his first time leading troops into battle, but this time he planned to win by wits.

So that night, he sneaked to the base camp of Yizhen Kingdom under the cover of darkness, and quickly found He Jingheng's tent using his spiritual sense. He entered at lightning speed, and when He Jingheng found Yan Muyu, who was like a ghost, it was too late to shout for help. With his hands restrained by Yan Muyu, he could not move, so he had to surrender: "Why did the prince of Zhao use such despicable means when he knew he could not defeat me?"

"Am I mean?" Yan Muyu raised his lips slightly, revealing a teasing smile. He slowly stretched out his palm, secretly circulating his Qi in his heart, and a powerful force instantly gathered on his palm.

He waved his arm casually, and the invisible force tightly wrapped around He Jingheng's body like a chain. In the blink of an eye, He Jingheng was hoisted into the air, and Yan Muyu's palm did not even touch his neck.

Yan Muyu looked coldly at He Jingheng who was floating in front of him, with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. This world is the law of the jungle. On the road to victory, why should we be so rigid about what means to use?"

Before he finished speaking, he continued to mobilize his true energy, and a steady stream of true energy poured out of his body like a tide, further strengthening the force that bound He Jingheng. In this way, He Jingheng was like an immobile puppet, firmly fixed in mid-air.

Then he led He Jingheng out of the tent, immediately attracting a large number of soldiers holding halberds and pointing them at Yan Muyu. A man who looked like a deputy general came out and said, "What do you want? If you don't release our general quickly, you will die here, Prince of Zhao!"

"Haha, what a joke. Who will die faster, me or your general?" Yan Muyu smiled contemptuously and tightened the strength in his hands, causing He Jingheng to show an even more painful expression.

"You...you don't do anything rash!" The deputy general was panicked.

Yan Muyu snorted coldly, "Tell your people to retreat, or I will kill him now."

The soldiers looked at each other and had to retreat.

Yan Muyu took He Jingheng and walked slowly out, "Get out of the way! Otherwise I will kill him." He could have easily killed He Jingheng, but he had other plans, so he took He Jingheng away.

Along the way, no one dared to stop him. Yan Muyu successfully left the enemy camp.

After returning to the camp, Yan Muyu threw He Jingheng to the ground and said, "Come here, tie him up and wait until dawn to be behead him and send him to the King of Yizhen."

"Yes!" The guards took action immediately.

After dawn, the King of Yizhen received the great gift from Yan Muyu. When he saw that it was He Jingheng's head, he was so heartbroken that he almost fainted. When he calmed down, he immediately issued an order to mobilize the entire country to destroy the State of Zhao.

When the millions of troops of Yizhen Kingdom were all out, Yan Muyu decisively issued orders to adopt a strategy of defense, not taking the initiative to attack or fight back. He planned to fight a protracted war, but at this moment, Yan Muyu, who should have been in the army commanding, quietly led Takumi Jin and several other sturgeon tribesmen to sneak into the interior of Yizhen Kingdom.

At this time, Yizhen Kingdom was like an empty city, defenseless. They rushed straight into the imperial city. The few hundred defenders were simply vulnerable and could not stop Yan Muyu and the other sturgeon dragons from advancing. The group looked at the hundreds of defenders in front of them and laughed wildly, and started a brutal killing feast. They killed the enemy as easily as harvesting crops, and in a moment, the ground was piled up like a mountain of corpses.

Yan Muyu's whole body was stained with blood, as if he had walked out of a sea of ​​blood, which was shocking. The long sword in his hand was still dripping with scarlet blood, one drop, two drops... forming a small pool of blood on the ground. He had a playful smile on his face, staring coldly at the King of Yizhen, and laughed wildly: "Haha, the Crown Prince of Zhao has come to pay a special visit to His Majesty the King!"

The King of Yizhen quickly protected the Queen behind him, his eyes firm and resolute, and met Yan Muyu's gaze without fear. Although he knew in his heart that he had fallen into the enemy's trap, it was too late now. He widened his eyes and angrily questioned Yan Muyu: "You! How dare you break into my palace alone!"

Yan Muyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer, and responded: "Your so-called million-strong army is now playing with my only 100,000 soldiers at the border. As for this imperial city, it has become something in my hands." His voice was icy and full of ridicule and contempt.