Rebirth: The wedding night, my whole family was exiled, I raised 500,000 soldiers

"You are innocent!"

In the eyes of all the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Shen Lanxi was like a mountain that reached the sky and was insurmountable.

"It's the sign of the prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty!" said the old Grand Tutor with a gratified smile.

Liu Mingxin nodded with emotion.

All the officials smiled and nodded in agreement.

Sometimes, the prosperity of a country does not only depend on the bravery of its soldiers, but also on the power of its king.

A brave, resourceful and decisive emperor can make the dynasty prosperous for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Even if the descendants are mediocre, they can still have a stable life relying on the inheritance left by their ancestors.

It is no exaggeration to say that the current prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty cannot be matched by the two previous generations of emperors combined.

When the previous emperor was alive, he was resourceful and courageous, but unfortunately he used all his talents to seek power and did not pay attention to people's livelihood.

The situation was similar the generation before that, and three generations before that, no emperor paid attention to the people's livelihood.

After those emperors came to power, the first thing they did was to consolidate military power, seize the world's wealth, strengthen themselves, and consolidate imperial power.

But they didn't realize that without the support of the people, how long could the prosperity of an emperor last?

"Mulikui, I forgive you!" Shen Lanxi held a long knife in her hand, and the cold light of the long knife gleamed in the sunlight. Even though no blood had been shed for a long time, it was still murderous.

Mulikui had a plan in mind, pretending to be difficult to push, and stepped forward to fight.

"Your Majesty, I am offended!"

How powerful can a woman be?

If she asked other generals to fight, he might be a little afraid.

Now she is the one who took the initiative to provoke him, so even if she loses, she won't blame him.

The Great Zhou will just wait to be humiliated!

Let these ministers see with their own eyes how the empress of their Great Zhou was defeated by this Turkic warrior.

"Your Majesty, the weapon in your hand is heavy, so I will not use it." Mulikui said deliberately.

He said this to remind everyone that he had no weapon in his hand.

If Shen Lanxi lost, no one would say that he bullied a woman or that he won unfairly.

Of course, if Da Zhou provided him with weapons, he would not refuse.

Who asked the Great Zhou to show its magnanimity? It's their own fault for bringing shame upon themselves.

"Give him a weapon, or he will say I won unfairly if I lose!"

"Yes!"

The Royal Guards took Mulikui to the armory to choose weapons without any hesitation.

Soon, Muriqui picked up two maces and came over.

The sharp spiked mace highlights the recklessness of the Mulkui Turkic man.

There was no unnecessary greetings. With a flash of cold light, Shen Lanxi approached with the Moon-Ban Knife in hand.

Mulikui's eyes were stunned. After the accident, he swung his mace and smashed it hard.

With a bang, a loud metal collision sound was heard.

Mulikui's palms were cracked at that moment, and blood flowed along the place where he was gripping, forming a red line, and then dripped onto the ground.

It’s not hollow. It’s actually not hollow.

Mulikui was so shocked that he forgot the pain in his palm, and the strength in his hand suddenly disappeared. Shen Lanxi raised the long sword and swept across the waist.

A curse was uttered in Turkic, and then Murikui had no time to think and responded instinctively.

He also relied on his military achievements to climb to his current position, and was called the Great Warrior of the Turkic Empire several times before. If he were not in an important position now and did not have to fight in person, he would be the Great Warrior of the Turkic Empire.

He could hardly catch the long sword!

Shen Lanxi thrust her sword, and Mulikui could not bear the force and retreated more than ten steps before he managed to steady himself and avoid falling to the ground.

What terrible strength!

This woman is not an ordinary person.

She is more powerful than the bravest Turkic warrior!

Shen Lanxi held a long sword in her hand, and the gleam in her eyes was not obscured in the slightest by the cold light, but instead made her look even more awe-inspiring.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe slower.

Some people hold a precious sword in their hands, but it can only be a holder for the sword, and their whole body is controlled by the sword.

But the one in front of him is different. Even if she has a stone or a piece of scrap metal in her hand, she can easily knock down the enemy.

It was she who controlled the sword. Under her aura, people had already ignored the sword and focused all their attention on her.

Mulikui had a bad premonition in his heart, and this premonition was almost taking shape when Shen Lanxi chopped down the second time.

He now had only one thought in his mind: she was too powerful and he was no match for her!

The sounds of collision rang out one after another, and everyone could see that Shen Lanxi was fighting with ease, just like a cat fighting a mouse, and she only used a little bit of strength.

Mulikui used all his skills, and it was obvious that he really tried his best. The drops of blood on the ground were enough to prove it.

Unfortunately, even so, Muriqui can only defend passively. As for counterattack?

It doesn't exist at all.

If Shen Lanxi had been even a little more serious, he would have lost.

Mulikui could not admit defeat. He was not just an individual. Just by standing here, he represented the Turks.

If he loses, it means the Turks lose.

Whenever the two countries really reach a point where negotiation is no longer possible and war is the only option, the morale of the military will be greatly reduced.

He can't lose!

The reality is that he is now in a state of disgrace. He is being beaten unilaterally by Shen Lanxi.

"Your Majesty has not used this knife for a long time!"

"It can be seen that His Majesty is enjoying chopping people!"

"You've been confined to the Golden Palace every day to discuss matters, and your bones are going to rust." He had reason to suspect that His Majesty just wanted to take this opportunity to get out and move around.

"Not bad, not bad. It would be even better if there were a few more people like Muriqui." No need for many. Four or five a month will be enough.

The sun is so nice, it’s warm and cozy.

The air is also very good, unlike the profit-driven smell in the Golden Palace.

"Muriqui had better admit defeat!"

"Our Majesty fought his way to the throne!"

"How dare a little Turk show off his skills in front of Emperor Wu!"

"Now it's good, I've shot myself in the foot."

The more Shen Lanxi moved, the smoother her moves became. Her speed was also much faster than before.

If Mulikui had not been rich in combat experience, he would have been hacked to death by now.

"Bang..." The knife hit directly an inch in front of Murikui's toes.

A two-meter-long hole was cut into the blue brick floor, and the broken bricks exploded five or six meters. The broken pieces hit Mulikui's face, scraping off a layer of skin.

Shen Lanxi put away the knife, and there was no trace of disorder in her aura, as if she was just casually waving the wooden sword a few times.

On the other hand, if it weren't for Mulikui's strong willpower, he would have lost his weapon and fallen to the ground.

"I, the Chongwu Emperor, will secure my throne through military force!"

"I have twenty-five armies under my command, with a force of nearly one million!"

"Whether to incorporate them or exterminate them, I will discuss this with the Turks again."

"If we can't recruit them, then we will destroy them. Our great Zhou has never been coerced by anyone!"