The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

A trace of embarrassment and panic flashed across Fujiwara Tora's face. After a moment, he pretended to be calm and said:

"Your Highness, please tell the master that our army has captured dozens of cities in the Kingdom of Li.

However, the enemy possessed an unknown magical weapon with incredible power, killing more than half of the hermits...

However, despite the casualties, I believe it won't be long before we can reach the capital of Li Kingdom."

Yin Ping'an was secretly delighted in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, these people really won't die if they don't seek death!

In fact, he had long known that the man who had been lying on the ground and dared not raise his head was the hermit leader Kida.

Now, Kida doesn't even have a single useful subordinate around him, and has become a true commander without troops.

However, Yin Ping'an pretended to be calm on the surface and just frowned slightly.

He said worriedly, "With such a huge loss, what should we do about this war?"

Hearing Yin Ping'an's words, Fujiwara Tora's heart tightened and he quickly replied.

"Your Highness, please rest assured. This incident was entirely due to my negligence. It will definitely not happen again."

Fujiwara Tora thought that the reason they had lost on the battlefield before was entirely because they knew nothing about the weapons possessed by the Xia army, which led to the loss of the initiative.

But now that he knew the truth, he didn't believe that he could not defeat Xia Jun.

However, he must never let his master know that the hermit's army was annihilated.

Otherwise, not only would he lose his position as commander-in-chief, he might even lose his own life.

"Well, that's good." Yin Ping'an nodded and continued, "Then I'll have to trouble General Fujiwara to write a letter detailing the true situation here, and then I'll convey it to the master by carrier pigeon."

Hearing Yin Ping'an's request, Fujiwara Tora couldn't help but hesitate.

"What? General Fujiwara doesn't want to write? Is what he said false? Did he not occupy several cities in Li Country at all?" Yin Ping'an asked coldly.

Fujiwara Tora was startled and immediately replied, "No, I will write it right away and hand it over to Your Highness later. Your Highness, go and rest first."

After Yin Ping'an left, Fujiwara Tora glanced at the hermit leader Kida on the ground.

"General Mu, I order you to select ten thousand skilled soldiers from each camp to serve as your hermits. You must train their combat effectiveness within a short period of time."

"Commander, this, this...if the master knew about this, I, we..." Kida turned pale with fear.

Fujiwara Tora looked at him coldly: "Why, you want to die now? If so, I won't stop you."

"No, I don't want to die..."

"Then do as I say. Don't let the Sixth Prince know that we turned ordinary soldiers into hermits." Fujiwara Tora's voice was cold.

He is the undefeated general of the Kingdom of Woli, and his life must not have any stain.

He must win the battle to invade Li Country!

"Yes, I obey your command." Kida crawled out of the main tent.

The night had darkened and a cold wind began to blow.

"Haha...Interesting!" A cold and slightly mocking voice sounded...

"Who..." Fujiwara Tora said sternly, "Whoever is playing tricks outside, come out here! If you don't come out, I will not be polite!"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a red shadow like lightning rushed towards him.

The red shadow was extremely fast, like a ghost, and it arrived in front of Fujiwara Tora in the blink of an eye.

The red shadow was like a red whirlwind, suddenly grabbed Fujiwara Tora's collar and lifted him up.

Fujiwara Tora was startled by this sudden change and his eyes widened.

Looking at the mysterious man in red robe in front of him, his heart was filled with fear and confusion.

"How can you be so rude to this Saint?" The red-robed Saint's voice was cold and low, as if it came from hell, making people shudder.

Fujiwara Tora was so frightened that his face turned pale. He stammered, "Who are you? Let me go!"

"What if this Saint Son doesn't let go?"

"You're looking for death!" Fujiwara Tora was shocked and angry, and roared while struggling desperately.

He was a dignified eighth-rank Venerable, yet he was humiliated like this!

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the Red Robe Saint's restraints, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not move the other party at all.

"Let me go..." Fujiwara Tora screamed in terror, "Someone come..."

His voice echoed in the room, but no one responded.

Just when Fujiwara Tora felt desperate, suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open and two lieutenants rushed in.

"Save me!" Fujiwara Tora was delighted to see the reinforcements coming and shouted quickly.

However, his joy did not last long.

The red-robed Saint waved his sleeves, and a powerful force came like an overwhelming force.

The two deputy generals didn't even have time to react before they flew out like kites with broken strings.

He fell heavily to the ground three feet away and fell unconscious on the spot.

Fujiwara Tora was secretly shocked when he saw this, because these two deputy generals were both at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm.

He never imagined that the power of this red-robed saint would be so terrifying.

Just a flick of his sleeve was enough to beat the two soldiers so badly.

He couldn't help but start to wonder what the origins of this red-robed saint were.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Fujiwara Tora forced himself to remain calm and asked.

However, the Red-robed Saint ignored his question and just raised his hand expressionlessly.

With two crisp sounds of "pa, pa", Fujiwara Tora was slapped twice.

The two slaps were so heavy that Fujiwara Tora felt dizzy and saw stars.