Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind howled. Clad in black dragon-patterned armor, Chu Ning galloped across the wilderness. Behind him, two thousand white horsemen followed like a silver torrent, their hooves thundering like thunder, shaking the sky.

Wu Xiuning was held tightly in his arms, her small body wrapped in warm mink fur, only her bright eyes showing as she stared at the faint firelight in the distance.

"Can we really catch up?" she asked, looking up at the little face.

Chu Ning lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently: "Don't worry, I won't let the soldiers of the Great Zhou sacrifice in vain."

They did not stop that night.

The war horses were panting, and their sweat condensed into frost in the cold wind, but no one dared to say they were tired.

Chu Ning knew that every moment of delay would mean the fighting on the border would last longer, and more blood would be shed by the soldiers of the Great Zhou.

At noon the next day, they finally arrived at the border between Han and Zhou.

In the distance, flames of war rose to the sky and the sounds of fighting could be faintly heard.

Chu Ning reined in his horse and stopped on a high slope, looking down at the battlefield coldly - the Zhou army attacked the Han army camp like a tide, arrows rained down, and the flashes of swords and shadows intertwined into a web of death.

"It's Wang Xiaojie's banner."

Zhao Yu narrowed his eyes and pointed at the blood-stained "King" flag in the center of the battlefield.

"It seems he is trying his best to delay the Han army."

Chu Ning nodded slightly.

Wang Xiaojie was a famous general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but at this moment he personally led the charge, obviously to make up for the guilt of losing Xiuning.

He gave the order in a deep voice: "Send a message to the Zhou army camp first, tell them that the princess has been found, and order them to withdraw!"

"Yes!" A personal guard galloped away on horseback.

When Chu Ning and Wu Xiuning stepped into the Zhou army camp, the entire camp was instantly in an uproar.

The originally solemn atmosphere was replaced by surprise. The soldiers put down their weapons and knelt to salute:

"your Highness!"

Coach Xue Huaide rushed over after hearing the news. The eyes of this general who was over 40 years old were actually red at this moment.

He quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Your Majesty, the Emperor of Chu, for finding our princess! I... I am ashamed of my life, Your Majesty!"

The surrounding generals also knelt and shouted in unison: "Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor of Chu!"

Chu Ning raised his hand to signal everyone to stand up, his eyes stern: "Let's not talk about this matter for now. I came here today to take over the military power here and seek justice for Xiuning!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the camp fell silent.

The generals looked at each other with different expressions.

Xue Huaide frowned, his hand unconsciously pressing on the hilt of the sword - military power is the most important thing in the army, how could it be easily handed over to the king of another country?

Just as the atmosphere was tense, a burst of rapid horse hooves suddenly sounded outside the camp, followed by a rough roar:

"Your Highness! Are you really back?"

When everyone looked back, they saw Wang Xiaojie covered in blood, with several broken arrows stuck in his armor, striding into the camp.

As soon as he saw Wu Xiuning, he knelt on one knee and kowtowed heavily: "I failed to protect my master. Please punish me, Princess!"

Wu Xiuning quickly stepped forward and held his shoulders with her small hands: "General Wang, please get up! I was just being naughty and secretly followed your army out. It has nothing to do with you."

Wang Xiaojie's eyes were filled with tears, but he still refused to stand up: "But I failed to discover it in time, causing the princess to be in danger."

"All right."

Wu Xiuning frowned and pretended to be serious: "Now I order you to stand up!"

She turned to look at the generals, her voice, though childish, was filled with unquestionable authority: "Generals, His Majesty the Emperor of Chu wants military power only to avenge me. If His Majesty were here, he would definitely agree."

Only then did Wang Xiaojie understand the reason for his silence.

He stood up suddenly, looked around at the generals, and said in a deep voice: "You all know the strength of the Han army. We have been attacking for two days and lost thousands of brothers, but we have not even been able to break through their first line of defense."

He pointed at Chu Ning and said, "This is the Emperor of Chu. He has always been invincible and victorious in every battle! If he leads the army, perhaps we can really defeat the enemy!"

Xue Huaide took a deep breath and finally made up his mind: "Okay! The princess's revenge must be avenged! Your Majesty of Chu, I am willing to obey your orders!"

Seeing their commander's statement, the other generals no longer hesitated and clasped their fists in unison, "We are ready to obey the orders of His Majesty the Emperor of Chu!"

Chu Ning nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping across the exhausted faces of the crowd. "First military order—all troops rest, leaving only patrols and guards. Tomorrow at dawn, I will demand that the Han army pay for their blood debt with blood!"

After nightfall, Chu Ning stood alone in front of the sand table, lost in thought.

Wu Xiuning walked in with a bowl of hot soup: "Big bad guy, have something to drink."

Chu Ning took the soup bowl and ruffled her hair: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"I can not sleep."

Wu Xiuning lay on the edge of the sand table, pointing her little hand to a valley behind the Han army camp.

"There's a small path here that I discovered when I was escaping. The Han army didn't have many soldiers guarding that path."

Chu Ning's eyes flashed: "Really?"

Wu Xiuning nodded vigorously. "I escaped from here on my Zhuiyue. The road is narrow, but it leads to the back of their camp."

Chu Ning immediately summoned Xue Huaide and Wang Xiaojie.

A moment later, a bold tactic took shape on the sand table - continue the frontal attack openly, and secretly send elite troops to launch a surprise attack from a small road and burn the Han army's food supplies!

"If this plan succeeds, the Han army will be in chaos!" Wang Xiaojie said excitedly.

Chu Ning looked at Wu Xiuning and said, "Xiuning, are you sure you want to go with the army? The battlefield is dangerous, you must think carefully."

"I'm going!"

Wu Xiuning clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with a determination that belied his age. "They killed Zhuiyue, and I want to see them pay the price with my own eyes!"

Chu Ning was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, but you must stay by my side and not act on your own."

An hour later.

Xue Huaide was wearing heavy black iron armor, with a sword hanging from his waist, standing on a high platform in the training ground.

Three thousand elite soldiers stood in formation, their iron armor on, their spears like a forest, the cold light reflected in the morning light, and a murderous atmosphere filled the whole place.

"Commanders!"

Xue Huaide's voice was like a bell, his eyes sweeping across the crowd like lightning: "The Han army took advantage of the Great Zhou's lack of resources and dared to ambush and kill the princess! How can we face His Majesty again if we don't avenge this?"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers in the audience's eyes were filled with anger. They gripped their weapons tightly and roared in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Xue Huaide raised his hand to signal, and after the noise subsided, he continued, "Today's battle, His Majesty the Emperor of Chu will personally lead the army. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"You are all the elite warriors of our Great Zhou who have fought in hundreds of battles. This battle requires victory, not defeat!"

"We will follow the general until death!" The soldiers raised their arms and shouted, their voices shaking the sky.

Xue Huaide drew his sword, pointing it towards the Han army camp: "Follow me to defeat the enemy, and pay the blood debt with blood!"

"Blood debt must be paid with blood!" Three thousand elite soldiers shouted in unison, their fighting spirit surging.

At this moment, everyone's fighting spirit was ignited.

They knew that this battle was not only to avenge Her Royal Highness the Princess, but also to prevent His Majesty the Emperor of Chu from looking down on them.

After all, this battle was commanded by the Emperor of Chu himself!