In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Mu Jinan watched the military flags of all parties approaching the Xilu tribe, and his morale soared greatly.

She clamped her legs under the horse's belly, turned around immediately, and led the elite troops towards the seaside.

Meng Tuyu ran wildly in the mud and sand, and his light cavalry rushed into the rear of Xie Ming's army.

Mu Jinan held the reins in her left hand and pulled out a dagger from her boots with her right hand. She tilted her upper body slightly to the right and looked down at the gap between the soldiers.

She stretched out her five fingers and swung them vigorously. The dagger followed the twists and turns of many years, crossed the straight line of life and death today, and pierced Xie Ming's horse's right leg.

The horse raised its head and front hooves, and Xie Ming, who was at the top of the seesaw, fell heavily down.

Xuan Heye lit a rocket and handed it to Mu Jinan.

Mu Jinan held the bow in his left hand, put the arrow on the string with his right hand, and then released his fingers.

The flame went towards the thin wine jar thrown by Xuan Heye. There were two consecutive "bang" sounds, and the wine jar hit Xie Ming's armor. The rocket shot through the wine jar and illuminated his black armor.

The fire rushed into the soldiers' eyes and they rushed to put it out.

Xie Ming put out the fire with both hands, jumped around in a panic, and rolled on the ground: "It's kerosene, help!"

A soldier pulled Xie Ming into the water to put out the fire.

Xuan Heye held the big stone in both hands, raised his arms high, and threw it with force. The stone hit the soldier's back, and the soldier fell down with a thud, pressing on Xie Ming.

The stone and the soldiers were moving too fast, and Xie Ming arched his back and bounced back, his eyes wide open, and his head sank into the sea.

His internal organs were injured and blood was gushing out of his throat. He stretched his hands toward the water surface and someone pulled him up.

Xie Ming's eyes were blurry, and he fell into the mud and sand as the man pulled him down.

He was lying face down, his face pale. “Ahem, I’m still alive.”

He turned over slightly and looked up, only to see Mu Jinan holding a long-handled Mo Dao, with the sharp blade lifted up his chin, and the knife moved quickly towards his neck.

The "Ice Weapon" scraped against his thin skin, and he trembled in fear. He grabbed the blade with one hand and wanted to speak: "Mu..."

Mu Jinan gripped the hilt tightly, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes narrowed coldly. She raised the knife with her right hand, drew an arc with the knife, chopped off the vicious dog's head, and blood splattered on the Tiger King's helmet.

"Ah!" Xie Ming leaned his neck forward, opened his mouth and screamed, blood splattered everywhere, and he swallowed the blood.

When his mother was deposed, Mu Chen won the battle. The evil people killed his mother and abducted him to the enemy country. He was bullied, covered with scars, suffered from hunger and cold, and was extremely humiliated.

As a noble prince, he still lived under the feet of dogs and rats and suffered torture, let alone the untouchables?

He wanted to make them suffer unbearable pain, to plunge Dasheng into chaos and hell, and he wanted tens of millions of his people to be buried with him and his mother!

He spent twenty years planning everything, and only a moment to determine the outcome.

Xie Ming kept staring at Mu Jinan, thinking that Mu Jinan let him go on purpose because he was so foolish as to come to him and even brought troops with him.

He hated Mu Jinan, but he also liked her decisiveness and ruthlessness. He had not yet found out the truth about his mother's death. He was unwilling to accept it, but he could not speak.

Mu Jinan had a harder life than him, so why didn't she destroy the dynasty? She was so hypocritical, pretending to love the people but actually saving them.

He hated such gods.

He bowed his head and knelt at her feet.

Listening to the orphans running down from the big ship, some were crying, and some were grateful to Mu Jinan: "It was Prince Xi who saved us, and we are able to survive."

If she had been born a few decades earlier, would she have tried her best to bring this orphan home?

That year, he was only six years old and encountered a beast like Ge Jiang.

Tears slid down his cheeks and into his ears, and the noise faded away in his ears.

Mu Jinan had someone strip off Xie Ming's armor, and she slashed Xie Ming's chest with a knife, especially cutting off his right heart.

She used a knife to push away the filth and buried it in the mire: "You should pay for your lives with the soldiers and the people."

They are people who are more powerful than kings and princes. If they oppress officials and civilians because of their own difficulties, they will never be able to turn things around.

Being pitiful is not an excuse for him to do evil.

Power is not his weapon to cause chaos.

Dignity is something he is born with, but it disappears when he dies.

Justice, paying with his life, is the law of nature.

A voice came from my ear: "Sister, don't kill me."

Zhao Ji had already caught Mu Yun. He held the sword against Mu Yun's neck and forced Mu Yun to Mu Jinan.

Mu Yun reached out to grab the back of Mu Jinan's hand and cried anxiously, "Sister, I'll tell you who's behind this."

"Ah." She suddenly took a step forward, feeling severe pain all over her body. She looked down at the bloodstains on her armor and saw three arrows piercing her heart.

Mu Yun let go of Mu Jinan's arm and looked back, seeing thick fog.

She reached out to touch the arrow on her back, and blood soaked her hands, which could not lift a knife but had killed many people.

Mu Yun turned and looked up at Mu Jinan, grabbed Mu Jinan's ankle with one hand, and crawled forward two steps.

Her clever mind began to work, and she begged for mercy: "Sister, I'm telling you everything, please save me."

Mu Yun had a solid family as her backing, and had a grandmother and parents who loved her. She could have lived a happy life, but she tried to murder Mu Jinan many times.

She gave advice to Emperor Hui and Li Yuanyang, preventing the people of Dasheng from registering and returning to their country, and she also collaborated with the enemy and committed treason. Her crime is unforgivable.

She felt that her precious life was the real life.

Mu Jinan felt that the lives of the people were the most important lives!

Mu Jinan raised his hand, wiped the blood off the Mo Dao with two fingers, and looked back at the army behind him.

Xuan Heye glanced at Mo Dao, swung the knife with his right hand, and chopped off Mu Yun's head neatly.

Mu Yun looked at Mu Jinan with lingering eyes. She had not yet avenged her mother, and she died under the knife of Quan.

Mu Jinan was lucky enough to become king, why did she have to end up in a miserable way?

What she saw were the three white hairs hidden in Mu Jinan's Tiger King Helmet.

Mu Jinan panted and waved her sword to block the arrows. The white hair fell down and strangled her neck.

Mu Jinan's life has been held in the hands of evil people since he was young. He has been worried and prepared day and night, making many plans. When has he ever had good luck?

She was jealous of Mu Jinan's achievements, but never seriously looked at Mu Jinan's difficulties.

If she had followed Mu Jinan's path, she would have committed suicide long ago.

Xuan Heye led the noble men to protect Mu Jinan.

Mu Jinan gently supported the horse's back with his left hand and lifted his long legs.

Meng Tuyu knelt down tactfully.

Mu Jinan somersaulted and mounted the horse swiftly. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from her eyelids. The bloodstains flushed the red sea mist and scattered in the air. A ray of red light broke through the clouds and reflected in her black eyeballs.

She looked around at the heads swaying in the distance, and shouted:

"Today, there will be no siege troops. This king wants to let the foreign enemies know the bravery of the Dasheng soldiers. The sharp-edged swordsmen of the Shiyan Army obey my orders and charge at the Xilu tribe with all their might. Crush the corpses of these foreign enemies for this king!"

The Flame-killing Army stood in the territory they swore to defend, lined up in rows, and they sat firmly on their horses, gazing at the enemy from afar, and unitedly charged across the entire sea:

"King Xi, crush the corpses of the foreign enemies and kill them!"

Shi Yanjun held the reins in one hand and the Mo Dao in his right hand. He clamped his legs against the horse's belly and hit the horse's back with the Mo Dao.

The horses trained on stones galloped wildly and caught up with the foreign enemies.

The Shiyan Army held Mo Dao and swept sideways, taking off all the enemy heads.

The horses' hooves were as bare as dirt, blood splattered the mud and sand, and the foreign enemies opened their eyes in horror, then fell to the ground again.

They died because they had great ambitions but insufficient abilities.

Tao Hualu looked back and saw the red-armored soldiers rushing out of the fog and quickly sweeping away the black-armored enemies. The red fog was covered with dark clouds and they were coming towards him.

He stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, turned around in fear, and rode away: "Mu Jinan is coming to kill us, retreat quickly."

The Xilu soldiers followed Tao Hualu closely, turned around and fled to the west.

Tao Hualu suddenly ordered the flag bearers: "Quickly put down the tin deer flag and retreat."

The flag bearer raised his flag higher, and the soldiers of the Xilu tribe gathered around the flag.

Tao Hualu picked up the bow and shot an arrow at the flag bearer.

Mohe was wearing armor and a helmet, with only his eyes exposed. He dodged swiftly and shouted in the Xilu tribe language:

"The leader orders you to continue fighting. Even if only one person is left, you are not allowed to escape in the battle."

The real flag bearer had just been killed.

Upon hearing this, the Xilu soldiers all rushed towards the Dasheng soldiers.

Soldiers from all sides of Dasheng rushed into battle, and no one was spared from their swords.

Tao Hualu ran away in a hurry, cursing: "These Dasheng people are really cunning."

The Xilu soldiers were defeated and began to flee in all directions.

The Dasheng heavy armor stopped them, and the light cavalry quickly killed the Xilu soldiers.

Tao Hualu rode his horse to a small path and saw a wooden fence roadblock in the distance. The road behind was covered with green grass.

He rubbed his face with one hand, and cold sweat covered the other.

He tightened the reins: "Hey, what's Mu Jinan's plan?"

Tao Hualu was stunned by Mu Jinan's clever tricks and successive kills. He hesitated slightly, pointed to someone beside him, and said in Xilu language: "You go first."

The tin deer soldier was ordered to rush through the roadblock, his horse's hooves stepping steadily on the ground. He turned around and shouted, "You can pass."

Tao Hualu raised his chin and slapped the horse's back with his whip: "Gee."

He ran three hundred feet, five hundred feet, and so on, and encountered the same roadblock. While the soldiers were testing the waters, the horse trampled through various sections of the road.

Tao Hualu heard the sound of horse hooves behind him, turned around and saw that Mu Jinan was chasing him more closely, and the Shiyan Army was rushing towards him quickly.

He looked ahead again and saw a wooden barrier blocking the road. The Xilu soldiers had suffered heavy casualties, with only a few dozen people protecting him.

Mu Jinan is very tall and she can clearly see Tao Hualu's shadow.

She waved her hand slightly, signaling some of the Flame-killing Army to stay behind, and called out to Xuan Heye, "Throw stones."

Xuan Heye's height, strength, and accuracy make him a walking catapult.

He held two stones in both hands, aimed at the center of the Xilu soldiers, and threw the stones forward.

The stone hit the horse's hind legs hard, and the horse ran around madly. The horse behind the tin deer soldier was tripped and the soldier fell and was injured.

Xuan Heye continued to throw stones forward and shouted, "Prince Xi, shoot the arrow."

When Tao Hualu heard this, he remembered that Mu Jinan shot an arrow through Xu Junyao's mouth, and he trembled physiologically.

He turned around and saw that Mu Jinan had already drawn an arrow, the arrow was aimed at his head, and the Tiger King was aiming at his life.

Tao Hualu peed all over his horse. He patted the horse's back with one hand and said, "Get over it."

The horse raised its front hooves high, jumped over the roadblock, and landed its hind hooves steadily on the flat ground, stirring up a patch of green grass.

Tao Hualu leaned over to avoid the arrow and did not hear the sound. He ran for a while and looked back at Mu Jinan.

Seeing the Xilu soldiers crossing the roadblock, he laughed easily: "The famous strategist Mu Jinan is nothing more than this."

In an instant, the horse knelt down on its hooves, and he fell forward, landing heavily on the ground, face down.

"Ah." Everything went dark before his eyes, and he felt the rolling knife scratching his cheek. He trembled in pain and tried to feel his way to get up.

The horses of the soldiers who followed him stumbled and weighed down his body. His internal organs seemed to be dislocated and his breathing became weaker.

The Tin Deer Soldier shouted, "There are traps and rolling knives under the grass."

Mu Jinan stood at a suitable distance and directed the archers: "Shoot the external enemies."

The Shiyan Army drew their bows in unison and fired hundreds of arrows at once, killing all the Xilu soldiers.

Soldiers from all sides gradually followed, and the Flame-killing Army went to check the bodies and clear the road.

Xuan Heye pulled Tao Hualu out, took off his armor, grabbed his hands, and brought him in front of Mu Jinan.

The rolling knife and horse hooves injured Tao Hualu's neck. He took a deep breath and couldn't even cry out in pain.

Mu Jinan jumped off her horse. She took the double-handled dagger given to her by Xie Chibei, reached into Tao Hualu's collar, moved it from top to bottom, paused her fingers, and gently pulled out the dagger.

Everyone saw the dagger hooked on the tied letter.

Mu Jinan opened the letter in front of him and read it out:

"Brother Xilushiling Tao, I offer a plan. Defame King Xi and frame him as a foreign enemy. This will alienate the Sheng army. Taking advantage of the internal strife, we can attack Sheng's borders in the east - Sheng Panzhu."

Xuan Heye snatched the letter, held it in front of the soldiers, and said honestly, "They are the foreign enemy. We should unite."

Soldiers from all sides read the handwriting and found it to be true. They looked slightly guilty and said, "They have wronged Your Highness and want to cause us internal trouble and external chaos."

Tao Hualu panted slightly, mumbling: "Wuwu...you..."

Mohe stood in the crowd and spoke loudly:

"If it weren't for Prince Xi, we would have died here. Sheng Panzhu colluded with the Xilu tribe and deserves death. We must not fall into their trap again."

Soldiers from all sides nodded repeatedly and spread the story from mouth to mouth:

"Sheng Panzhu's letter was stamped with an official seal. This person colluded with the Xilu soldiers, slandered Prince Xi as a foreign enemy, and attempted to split Dasheng."

"King Xi led us to slay the foreign enemies. We trust King Xi."

After Mu Jinan heard the soldier's words and waited for the soldiers to calm down, she waved her hand:

"Based on Zhuozhou's fertile fields, population, and household registration, I will first distribute the fertile land planted with Sheng Panzhu to some of the soldiers and civilians. Is there anyone who would not like to do so?"

What Mu Jinan did in Youzhou spread far and wide, and the soldiers in Zhuozhou believed her.

They tilted their heads to look at Mu Jinan through the gap: "The soldiers of Zhuozhou are willing to follow Prince Xi."

Mu Jinan chopped off Tao Hualu's head with a single blow: "Check all the Xilu soldiers in the city and don't let any of them go."

Mo He: "Yes, Your Highness."

The Flame Slayers raised their heads proudly, glancing at the soldiers from various factions: "Prince Xi has led us to victory again."

Soldiers from all sides looked at Mu Jinan. Her face was covered in blood, and it was hard to tell how beautiful she looked.

Just her mighty stature, fierceness, decisiveness and ability to win many games in a row made the men admire her.

They can also follow Mu Jinan in the future.

"Humph, Prince Xi is going to command the Hengzi soldiers?"