The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

The stars are shining tonight, and the four corners of the martial arts training ground are illuminated by fire. Minglang's bright face is illuminated even brighter by the fire, and the eyes looking at Han Qi are brighter than the stars tonight.

"Then General Han, be prepared. If you lose to me, the position of Third Rank General will be mine."

There are female generals in the army, but they are all stationed in other places. The female soldiers in the camp outside Beijing do not have more opportunities for promotion. In these years, there has been no female general sent out from the camp outside Beijing. Minglang is ready to be the first one.

Hearing this, Han Qi began to replay every move that His Highness had made today in his mind. It was very familiar, as if they all came from that person's hand.

"I am also looking forward to the day when I can face His Highness."

I'm really looking forward to seeing His Highness's expression when he sees my moves hitting him. It must be very interesting.

After Minglang chatted with Han Qi for a few minutes, he felt less bloated. He said goodbye to Han Qi and turned to walk towards his tent.

As soon as Minglang returned to the outside of the tent, she saw a woman with an anxious look standing outside the tent. She had just taken two steps when the woman came towards her.

"I, General Qi Yue, pay my respects to Your Highness."

Minglang noticed that Qi Yue had similar features to General Qi, and thought that this must be General Qi's daughter who inherited his legacy.

"General Xiao Qi, please get up quickly. No need to be so polite. Are you waiting for me here?"

Qi Yuecai hurried back from her grandparents' house upon receiving the news. When she entered the tent and saw that no one was there, she became a little flustered.

Although it would not be embarrassing to stay in the military camp, Prince Bao, who was supposed to be resting in the tent, was missing.

For a moment, Qi Yue's mind was only: His Majesty's only child, the future heir of Daxia, should have been resting in the tent, but now he is gone.

When she saw His Highness appear just now, Qi Yue almost couldn't hold back the tears from her eyes and they fell on His Highness's hands.

"Your Highness, please go to bed early tonight. I will be guarding you outside."

Minglang glanced at her in confusion:

"This is in a military camp. What do we need to guard?"

Qi Yue couldn't explain it either, she was just worried that when she opened her eyes, His Highness would be gone again.

"Is this your original tent? I see there are several beds inside. Come in and sleep together."

Minglang said this as he walked past her, lifted the door curtain and walked into the tent.

After washing up, Minglang took off his outer robe and lay down. Before he closed his eyes, he saw Qi Yue still standing at the door, hesitant as to whether to come in.

"Come in and sleep quickly. If you let the cold air in later, I'll be angry."

His Highness was angry, but Qi Yue didn't feel as stressed anymore. She quickly lowered the door curtain and walked in.

After that, Minglang ignored her. There was a competition tomorrow and she couldn't sleep for a few hours.

Minglang fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. The next day, she was woken up by the sound of soldiers getting up for training.

Minglang stood up quickly. There was no one in the tent, but there was an extra meal on the table, which should have been brought to her by Qi Yue.

After a simple tidy up, Minglang had breakfast and went straight to the martial arts training ground to prepare for today's competition with the soldiers who were still doing morning exercises.

After a full set of morning exercises, Minglang sat on the platform and watched the first group start the competition. The clean training ground was soon stained with blood.

A bright red stain seeped into the traces left by the swords, spears, and halberds fighting on the floor of the martial arts training ground.

The bloody smell in the air gradually grew stronger. A glass of water appeared in front of him. Minglang took a look and reached out to take it.

"The smell of blood will be coming up soon. Your Highness, drink some water first. You won't be able to drink any more soon."

Minglang didn't drink it yesterday. She didn't expect the scene here to be so bloody. Some people had broken hands and feet. The military doctor was guarding nearby. The broken hands and feet on the field were directly reattached after the game, but they had to rest for some time.

Recalling the smell of blood that filled the air yesterday, Minglang drank the warm water in the cup in one gulp.

It’s better to drink a few more sips now than not be able to drink any at all later.

One hundred people advanced yesterday, and soon it was Minglang's turn. The person competing with her was a middle-aged man. He didn't look as strong as the others, but his eyes were frighteningly bright. No one who could survive until now did so by luck.

"I, General Chang Hao, would appreciate your instruction, Your Highness."

"You're welcome."

Minglang selected a pair of swords that suited him from the weapon rack nearby, and then saw that Chang Hao had chosen a ring blade.

The ring blade can be used for attack or defense, but Minglang remembered that only three people chose the ring blade yesterday. Because the fight was back and forth and it was difficult to determine the winner, she remembered it very clearly.

However, Chang Hao was not among the three people yesterday. Minglang tilted his head slightly and remembered the weapon he used yesterday, which was a long spear with amazing power. It almost pierced another contestant through.

"Why don't you use the spear from yesterday?"

Chang Hao walked to the center of the field with a ring blade in hand:

"When competing with His Highness, I naturally have to give it my all."

Chang Hao shook his hands, and the ring blade made a sharp friction sound.

Minglang used both hands to hold the sword with force. Today was much more dangerous than yesterday.

"Then let's get started."

Minglang had her back to the stands and didn't notice that Han Qi had stood up, walked down the stands and walked behind her. The crowd didn't have any special reaction when they saw this scene.

Prince Bao is His Majesty's only child. In the martial arts arena, swords and knives are ruthless. When fighting gets too excited, accidents may happen when you try to control your strength.

General Han stood in the training ground behind Prince Bao, looking at him with a fierce look in his eyes, one hand on the soft sword wrapped around his waist, ready to protect the emperor at any time.

Minglang tried the sword in his hand, and sure enough, it was the same as yesterday, without a sharp edge.

The weapons in the training ground were unsharpened, yet they were still able to leave the ground covered in blood. This shows what level of masters Han Qi's men were.

There are no commands in the martial arts training ground. As long as both sides are ready, they can stand on both sides of the center and start.

After testing the long sword in his hand and finding no problem, Minglang slowly walked to the opposite side of Chang Hao, and the competition was about to begin.

Chang Hao rushed forward first, Minglang dodged the ring blade that was close to him, and his long sword was blocked by another ring blade. The two fought back and forth.

This is how it works when using a ring blade. The weapon is short, so it can only be used for close combat. Every time Chang Hao gets close, he is forced to retreat with the long sword in Minglang's hand.

After ten rounds of fighting, the military uniform on Minglang's arm was cut by the ring blade, and blood flowed down. With Minglang's nimble movements, it fell to the ground and mixed with the blood of other people.

Chang Hao looked much more miserable than her. His upper body clothes were pierced by the tip of the sword, revealing the scars caused by Minglang's cut. In less than an incense stick of time, they had turned purple.

Both arms were covered with wounds and there was blood at his feet.

"You can't beat me, so let's end it here."

There will be no result if she continues. Today is the match between 100 and 50. Minglang is still holding back. Chang Hao can't beat her at all.

But she had to admit that Chang Hao was indeed strong. She had dodged the blow on his arm, but his moves changed too quickly.

After his arm was injured, Minglang finally understood why he had given up the spear and used a ring blade instead.