It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

But Xiao Huai just laughed: "King Zhou is not that stupid."

He was so stupid as to let everyone know that it was he who was going to take action against Qinglan Hou.

Who said that King Zhou is the only one who controls the black-eyed soldiers?

It was for this reason that Xiao Huai wanted to keep him.

Not only do we need to investigate the people behind this, but we also need to know what is going on with these soldiers.

"I need to keep him." Xiao Huai's voice was calm and unwavering.

If you are not sure you can catch them all here.

Then why would King Zhou's soldiers attack Xiao Huai here?

There might be someone else who wants to do something to me.

As soon as he said this, the soldiers looked at each other, but they didn't dare to disobey. They could only carefully tie up the black-eyed soldier and escort him aside.

Xiao Huai stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, looked up at the extinguished flames of war in the distance, then turned and left, "Rest for a while, and then we'll continue our journey later."

Everyone looked at Xiao Huai's back and was shocked.

With such a coach leading the way, they may be able to get out of more desperate situations.

His counterattack and decisiveness completely overturned their perception of this marquis.

The sneak attack and breakout were all completed within half an hour.

When everything was settled, the deputy general led the surviving soldiers to Xiao Huai, his face full of admiration that was difficult to conceal:

"Sir, I thought I was doomed to die this time, but I never expected... to achieve a complete victory."

Xiao Huai shook his head. He looked at the soldier in front of him. The firelight outlined his profile. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His voice was magnetic and made people yearn for it.

"The credit for the victory doesn't belong to me, but to you. Without your fierce fighting, this battle wouldn't have had this outcome."

The deputy general was stunned for a moment, "My Lord, if it weren't for your planning, we would never have been able to get out of this forest alive."

The other soldiers echoed this, their voices filled with respect.

However, Xiao Huai had no interest in the admiring and praiseful looks from those around him.

He was squatting in front of a wounded soldier, holding a bottle of medicine in his hand, carefully applying the medicine on the other's wound.

Anyway, he can use any potion he buys from the system mall.

His movements were light and steady, and he knew every inch of flesh very well. He would neither make the wound more painful nor waste a drop of medicine.

When the medicine came into contact with the wound, the blood that had been flowing rapidly stopped and the wounded soldier's breathing gradually stabilized.

"Sir...thank you very much." The wounded soldier's voice was trembling, but it was full of gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Huai did not feel that he was so great because of this. He just stood up calmly and walked towards the next wounded soldier.

His figure was tall and slender, and even when he was just squatting to heal someone, his aura did not diminish in the slightest.

Every soldier who received his treatment could feel the calm and powerful force in his hands.

He is not a cold and superior person.

But he is a leader who is willing to treat their wounds with his own hands and fight alongside them.

In fact, they had no idea that their trust in Xiao Huai had reached over 75% without them realizing it.

This had already triggered the special team gain, and all of this was within Xiao Huai's knowledge.

Savior title special ability.

[Special Ability: When the trust level on the field reaches 75% or above, a special team buff will be activated, and all team members will gain a high morale state.]

Their victory was not a coincidence, but an inevitable result.

"I swear to follow you till death."

At first it was a low, slightly excited voice.

Then, the second and third calls spread like wildfire. More and more soldiers knelt on the ground, looking at Xiao Huai with burning eyes, and shouted in unison: "We will follow you until death!"

At this moment, in the dark woods, only this sonorous oath was echoing, shaking people's hearts.

Every voice is filled with their emotions, like a rushing river, converging into an invisible force.

Xiao Huai stood in the middle of them, gently scanning each face full of faith.

He didn't say anything, just looked at them calmly with a gentle smile.

That faint smile is like the warm sunshine breaking the ice in spring, and like the starlight guiding the dark night.

A gentle breeze blew by, lifting his long black hair and making his figure even more outstanding.

His aura is like a mountain and an ocean, steady and unfathomable, yet carries an irresistible attraction.

All of this fell into a pair of eyes in the darkness.

It was a figure hidden in the shadows, carrying an imperceptible sense of oppression.

The four pupils were of distinct colors, and even in the dark night, they emitted a faint cold light.

Jiang Fu.

He looked at Xiao Huai quietly, looking at the group of soldiers who were determined to follow him to the death.

A meaningful smile flashed in his eyes.

He is indeed not simple.

Jiang Fu's eyes revealed a hint of admiration and greed.

It seemed that the more he observed, the more he developed an uncontrollable desire for Xiao Huai.

His eyes flickered slightly, and a possibility emerged in his mind.

If such people can be controlled in our hands, those loyal soldiers will become the strongest blade.

If he surrenders to us...

Perhaps, this great cause can really succeed.

---

Late at night, Xiao Huai and his group finally arrived at the royal capital.

The lights of the palace reflected on the towering city walls, making it as bright as day, but the closer they got, the stronger the atmosphere of disharmony became.

When they stepped into the palace, the first scene they saw was King Zhou holding Xuan Ji, standing on a high platform, intoxicated by the beautiful sight of beacon fires in the night sky.

His robe fluttered gently in the night breeze. Xuan Ji in his arms had a beautiful face, and her smile contained an indescribable sarcasm.

Those beacons, which were clearly warning signals, were now being used as lights for viewing.

"Ridiculous..." Someone among the accompanying soldiers murmured in a low voice, and the expression on his face could no longer be suppressed.

A mixture of fatigue, dissatisfaction and anger.

King Zhou finally turned around, with a sneer in his eyes, looking down at the team that had just arrived.

His voice sounded coldly: "Qinglan Hou, you are finally here. I thought you would not come."

There was a mixture of gloom and oppression in that tone, piercing everyone's heart like a needle.

Xiao Huai stood at the front of the team, his eyes calm as usual, he bowed slightly, his voice calm and neither humble nor arrogant:

"I caught a cold earlier, and the soldiers were delayed in caring for me. I deserve death, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

His tone was impeccably polite, yet it carried a subtle hint of distance.

He didn't even mention the attack on the road, as if it was just an ordinary journey.

King Zhou raised his eyebrows, glanced at Xiao Huai, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Now that you're here, rest well in the capital. I'll have the best doctors treat you, so don't delay any further."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty." Xiao Huai raised his eyes, a faint smile on his lips, his tone still calm, "But my cold is no longer a problem, and I'm almost recovered."

Just as King Zhou was about to say something, a low and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Let me help him heal."