The prince kissed her seven times in one night, and the abandoned woman was scared!

"Who on earth developed this new gunpowder weapon? It's so powerful. Look how Canglan was beaten to the point where he had no chance to fight back. I've never felt so refreshed in all my battles, hahaha~"

"It's...it's amazing. Such a new weapon has finally been developed. Does anyone know who developed it? Tell us quickly." A major general cried with excitement.

Everyone looked at Mei Beiyao, who was calm and composed, with an unfathomable expression staring at the distant battlefield. They immediately surrounded him, "General Mei, do you know the answer? Please tell me."

Mei Beiyao certainly knew who it was, but he didn't dare to say it without Yun Suyue's permission, so he had to deal with it by saying, "I don't know, I also want to know who is such a genius?

"Gunpowder is a weapon of mass destruction, but the Ministry of Industry has never been able to develop it even by three generations of Holy Emperors."

He just wanted to pique everyone's interest, and when everyone knew about it, he would make sister Yun Suyue admire him. Yay~

"Ah, even General Mei, you don't know, so it's possible that the Seventh Prince knows." Everyone was disappointed, and their hearts were like cat claws, eager to know who that person was.

Mei Beiyao glanced at the expectant faces of the soldiers and smiled without saying anything.

But there was one thing he had to do, "Send the order, ordering 20,000 troops to set out immediately to meet the seven kings in the rear and protect them.

Also, order the 40,000 troops to immediately clean up the battlefield and seize all enemy weapons and equipment, quickly!

"Yes, I will obey your order." Several generals behind him happily accepted the order and left.

When only Mei Beiyao and Qingxuan were left, Qingxuan said calmly, "General Mei, I know who developed the new gunpowder and the Tyrant Crossbow."

"Who is it? How come this general doesn't know?" Mei Beiyao held back his laughter and asked Qingxuan seriously.

Qing Xuan's handsome face, with a gentle and calm smile, slowly smiled, "Your relative, my future Seventh Princess."

"Hahaha~" Mei Beiyao laughed, and nothing else happened.

On the battlefield, Si Yanzhuo chased all the way to the camp where Canglan was stationed, and destroyed all the iron eggs and crossbows he brought with him.

The Canglan army was defeated, and the 50,000-strong army was dispersed to intercept and kill each of the fleeing remaining troops of varying sizes, driving them hundreds of miles away until they fled into the border city of Canglan.

Si Yanzhuo took a look at the city with abundant military forces from afar, and then he gave up and turned back to plunder the enemy camp.

The battle was a great victory, and more than a hundred carts were brought back with weapons, food, armor, vegetables and meat, horses, fodder, leather, fine wine, etc.

All the generals were frightened. "Oh my God, so much? Our three years of military supplies didn't even have this much. Hahaha, let's have an extra meal today."

What’s interesting is that three days ago, Canglan had just received a large batch of military supplies. This batch of military supplies was for the million-strong army to use during the winter, but unexpectedly, it was suddenly given to Fenglin.

Fenglin washed away ten years of humiliation with just one battle and drove them back to their own city defenses, leaving them humiliated and their morale crushed.

How could they have the face to return to the Canglan court?

The great general wiped his bloody face, his heart cracking, and suddenly remembered, "Quickly count the surviving soldiers and see how many are left."

A quarter of an hour later, "Report to the General, there are less than 80,000 soldiers alive, and only two generals are alive. One is missing an arm, and the other is missing a leg."

"What? All 920,000 are gone?" The old general didn't believe it, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets in shock.

The deputy general nodded painfully, "Old General, I don't believe it either, but it's an ironclad fact. I've counted it three times."

"Ah, my million-strong army... My life is over... I can't face going back to see the Emperor!"

The old general, who had always been victorious, finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears, pounding his hands on the ground.

The defeated generals of the remaining army also started crying, "Wuwuwu..."

When the news reached their respective countries, Fenglin and Canglan were completely different.

The whole country of Fenglin celebrated: "Great! Cheers to all the soldiers at the border."

After the court session, Si Mingyuan rushed directly to the Empress Dowager and raised a toast with her: "A toast to our little Su Yue! She has made Fenglin strong and proud. She fought a brilliant turnaround battle, which is very gratifying and has boosted the morale of our army."

The Queen Mother said: "Respect little Su Yue, and you will get many benefits. You will save the military supplies for next year."

"Cheers." The mother and son cheered, and their gratitude towards Yun Suyue was like the surging sea and the endless mountains and hills.

Cang Lan was just the opposite. Emperor Cang Xuanqing, who was sitting in the Favored Concubine's Palace waiting for news of a great victory, dropped his wine glass to the ground with a "bang" when he heard the news. He clutched his heart and pretended to be calm: "What did you say? Say it again?"

"Emperor, Emperor, we were defeated, and utterly defeated. Among dozens of generals, only three survived, two of whom were missing limbs. Only General Zhenguo had all four limbs intact.

All the newly arrived military supplies were snatched away by Fenglin. Not a single one was left. Even the tents used for camping were pulled out, not a single feather was left.

Moreover, we... our million-strong army only... only less than 80,000 survived... ah!"

"No, no...ah!" Cang Xuanqing lost his breath and fainted from a heart attack.

"Oh no! Emperor? Emperor? Call the imperial physician!"

The entire Canglan government and the entire empire were shocked. The whole country was in mourning, and people were talking about it and were in turmoil.

When Cang Xuanqing was rescued, he asked, "Who is leading Fenglin's troops this time? How many soldiers have they assembled?"

This time the Minister of War did not dare to answer. He knelt on the dragon bed and did not dare to look up. He stretched out a finger tremblingly, then opened his palm and moved his five fingers.

After seeing this, Cang Xuanqing felt more balanced. "No wonder Fenglin was able to win this time. It turns out that they transferred troops from other places to the north, a total of 1.5 million. My loss of 1 million is not a loss at all.

But we have more than twenty generals, both old and young, so how come we can't defeat Fenglin's generals? This emperor doesn't believe that every one of their generals is a strong general above the eighth level.

By the way, you haven't told me who is leading the other side?"

The Minister of War immediately prostrated himself, not daring to get up from his knees. "Your Majesty, it's not what you said. Fenglin only sent 50,000 soldiers, and only the Seventh Prince Si Yanzhuo was leading them."

"What? Aaaah!" Cang Xuanqing screamed and fainted again.

The imperial physician, who was kneeling on the side and dared not move, hurried forward.

Cang Xuanqing, who was rescued again, stared at the ceiling of the palace with empty eyes, and remained silent. After a long time, he suddenly sat up and became furious, "Tell me, did Si Yanzhuo grow three heads and six arms overnight, or are our soldiers all good-for-nothings?

"That was a million-strong army, yet they were annihilated before they even reached the city walls. Is this a trick played by the great general who protects the nation? Or is he simply too old to be any more effective? Answer this Emperor!"