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Two days later, the largest war broke out.

Perhaps because they witnessed the deaths of countless innocent civilians, the morale of the Qi army became even higher, and the wildness and bloodiness of the grassland men were completely awakened.

The flames of war spread wantonly across the vast grassland. After three consecutive days of fighting, the world was filled with tragedy and cruelty.

In the second half of the night on the third day, the sky was illuminated red by the blazing flames.

There were figures rushing around in Dacheng's tent. Bei Zhenting was injured, with an arrow piercing his right shoulder.

Ye Qing rushed to the rescue, and several deputy generals looked anxious in the tent.

Bei Zhenting's injury means that he will not be able to wield a sword in battle for a short time, and the Qi army will never miss this excellent opportunity to attack!

"What should I do..."

"If the army knew the general was injured..."

"Don't you know how to fight without the general?" Luo Yao gently wiped the sweat from Bei Zhenting's forehead with a handkerchief. Listening to the worries of the deputy generals, anger surged in his heart.

Luo Yao's words made the lieutenant generals lower their heads in shame, and the tent suddenly fell into a depressing silence until a messenger hurried in and broke the silence.

The Qi army began to counterattack!

Luo Yao and his deputy generals' expressions became even more serious. Just when everyone was frowning, a man lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

"Young Master, why don't you let me go into battle in place of the general?" It was Li Xian.

"Where did you come from, you little brat? The general is so skilled in martial arts, how can you replace him?"

Li Xian picked up Bei Zhenting's sword and with a flash of his body, he was in front of the bearded man, with the tip of the sword gently against his throat.

"I can finish you off with a wave of my hand."

There was a hint of surprise in Luo Yao's eyes. Li Xian's martial arts skills were superb, and his disguise skills were unmatched. He was indeed the best choice to replace Bei Zhenting.

Xu Han looked at Li Xian, who was the same height as the princess, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "I heard that Brother Li is very skilled in martial arts, but this..."

"It's okay. Now is not the time to worry about these things." Luo Yao interrupted Xu Han, "Axian, go and get ready. Put on the prince's armor and we will go into battle together to kill the enemy!"

"Yes, my lord."

Seeing this, the deputy generals said no more, and left the tents one after another, each leading their troops to meet the enemy.

As dawn began to break in the sky, outside Loushan City, the two armies faced each other and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Upon learning that the great killing god Bei Zhenting was seriously injured, the morale of the Qi army soared, and even the fourth prince of Qi, Wulima, who had not shown up since the start of the war, appeared in front of the battle.

In Dacheng's military camp, the soldiers who had been on high alert for a long time but had not seen the general appear began to whisper to each other.

"Why hasn't the general shown up yet?"

"Could it be that General Zhenbei is really injured?"

Hearing that the general might really be injured, the soldiers became agitated. At this moment, Luo Yao and Li Xian led the elite troops slowly out from the rear of the formation. The soldiers automatically made way for them, and the two came straight to the front of the formation.

Li Xian dressed as "Bei Zhenting" raised his sword high, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the Qi army. Seeing that the general was unharmed, the morale of the Dacheng army was instantly ignited, like a wild horse about to break free, ready to go.

Seeing this, there was a commotion in the Qi army camp.

Sharpshooter Ma Liang whispered in disbelief, "My arrows never miss a target. If this man isn't feigning composure, then there's something else going on. Your Highness, please don't be fooled by his appearance."

Upon hearing this, Wulima's frown relaxed slightly, and he sneered, "Even if he's not injured, what's there to be afraid of? The Daqi reinforcements are coming, and Loushan City will undoubtedly fall!"

The war was about to break out, with flames and smoke rising everywhere.

Just as the sky darkened, deep in the vast grasslands on the Qi army's flank, the Devil's Tomb roared, and the earth shook...

"What's going on? Why haven't the Daqi reinforcements arrived yet?"

"Report... Report to the General, the Daqi reinforcements were ambushed in the Devil's Tomb... Suffering heavy casualties..."

"What?!" General Polo was furious. He cut off the enemy's head with a single blow and then grabbed the soldier beside him. With a ferocious expression, he demanded, "How could this happen when the Devil's Tomb is heavily guarded?!"

"I...I don't know...the Devil's Tomb has rebelled. There's...a lot of explosives!"

"Waste! Waste!" Polo was so angry that he stabbed the soldier who reported the news to death with a knife. Then he rushed into the enemy camp and killed more than 20 Dacheng soldiers in one breath. Only then did his anger subside a little.

"Your Highness, the Devil's Mausoleum has rebelled. There must be spies involved! The reinforcements from Daqi..."

Wulima and Polo were fighting the enemy back to back. Hearing this, Wulima looked towards the direction of the Devil's Tomb. From afar, he saw the strange movement of flashes of light and strange thick clouds intertwined in the sky above the Devil's Tomb, and his heart sank.

Everything is over...

Looking from afar at "Bei Zhenting" who could chop off dozens of heads with a leap and the recently emerging Princess Yong'an Luo Yao, countless dead civilians and compatriots flashed through Wulima's mind, and he felt despair in his heart.

Without Daqi's support, even if the entire country were to mobilize all its strength, as long as Bei Zhenting was still there, Loushan City would be as solid as a rock and could not be shaken.

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Thinking of something, a crazy smile appeared on Wulima's face. He jumped on his horse, raised his long sword high, and shouted: "Brothers, the time to avenge our fathers and brothers has come! Even if there is no support from the Daqi, we must kill a few more enemies and avenge our fathers, brothers, and people!"

When the Qi army soldiers first heard the bad news, their hearts sank, but when they heard Wulima's call, hatred burned in their eyes again.

"Kill the enemy and avenge blood!"

"Kill the enemy and avenge blood!"

The Qi soldiers responded with unwavering resolve, their gazes fixed firmly on their Fourth Prince. At the crucial moment, a sharp arrow streaked through the night sky, piercing Wulima's chest with unerring precision.

Wulima fell off his horse, and a man in plain clothes and a cloak appeared at the back of the battlefield. The man jumped onto his horse, and dozens of men in black riding horses protected him, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Polo supported Wulima and was the first to recognize the man: "Your Highness Wuxin?"

Wu Xin took off his cloak and looked at him coldly, "You should call me Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The soldiers on the rear battlefield looked at the man in disbelief.

"Your Highness?!"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is back?!"

"Wasn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince exiled? Why is His Royal Highness back?!"

"Greetings to Prince Wuxin!" Seeing Prince Wuxin suddenly appear on the battlefield and seeing the current situation clearly, the generals quickly lined up. Several generals and thousands of soldiers knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully.

Wu Xin glanced at everyone calmly and nodded slightly.

Polo was so angry that he was shaking all over. He roared, "Bah! What His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! The current Crown Prince is His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince! You bastard Wu Xin, how dare you assassinate the Crown Prince! Someone..."

"When did the Emperor say he would make Fourth Brother the Crown Prince? How come this Highness was completely unaware of this?" Wu Xin interrupted Polo, his voice revealing unquestionable authority. "Could it be that you, General Polo, are supporting Fourth Prince as a pretext for rebellion?"