On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The Southern Chu army fell into brief chaos due to the fire in the rear.

Gu Beichen's face was as gloomy as water under the bronze mask, and a trace of disbelief and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Black Wind Valley... How is it possible..."

"Stop them!" Gu Beichen shouted.

But it was too late. Lin Zhen's golden sword was like the scythe of the god of death, and people and horses fell wherever it passed. The desperate charge of the Jinwu Guard's heavy cavalry was like a red-hot knife piercing butter, instantly tearing the Nanchu army formation apart.

"Protect the Prime Minister!" The personal guards surrounded Gu Beichen and retreated.

"Gu Beichen, where are you going!" Lin Zhen's eyes were like lightning, locking onto the purple-robed figure and spurring his horse to chase after him.

"Stop him!" The Nanchu warriors fought desperately to intercept him!

"Get out of here!" Lin Zhen's golden sword danced wildly, sword energy was everywhere, blood was splattered, and no one could stop its edge.

It seems that we are about to catch up!

"Swoosh!" A poisoned crossbow arrow shot out from the shadow on the side and hit Lin Zhen's back.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Cheng Xuan exclaimed and rushed forward!

"Puchi!" The crossbow arrow pierced Chengxuan's left shoulder, and blood instantly dyed her clothes red.

"Cheng Xuan!" Lin Zhen's eyes were bloodshot, and he turned around and chopped the attacker away with a sword.

"Your Highness... chase him quickly..." Cheng Xuan's face was pale and she said through gritted teeth.

Lin Zhen looked at her deeply, then squeezed his horse's belly hard, and the black horse shot out like lightning, heading straight for Gu Beichen's carriage.

"Protect the Prime Minister!" Beside the carriage, a black-robed elder's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly took out a dark metal ball from his arms, which was the core of the Burning Sky Thunder.

"Let's die together!" The elder's face was distorted and he pounced on Lin Zhen.

"Looking for death!" Lin Zhen's golden sword was like lightning, and a cold light flashed.

"Puchi!" The elder's head soared into the sky and the metal ball in his hand flew out.

"No——" Gu Beichen lost his voice.

The metal ball drew an arc and hit the horse guarding Gu Beichen's carriage!

"boom--!!"

With a deafening bang, the guards and their horses were blown to pieces. The hot air wave overturned Gu Beichen's carriage. The horses pulling the carriage screamed and ran wildly. The carriage rolled over. Gu Beichen's purple-robed figure was thrown out of the carriage and fell heavily on the snow. The bronze mask shattered, revealing a pale, sinister, and terrified middle-aged face!

"Protect the Prime Minister!" The remaining guards desperately dragged Gu Beichen up and fled into the dark forest in panic.

Lin Zhen reined in his warhorse and looked in the direction where Gu Beichen was fleeing in a panic, with a cold glint in his eyes, but he did not chase him.

Don't chase the desperate enemy, and the remaining troops at the valley entrance need him to stay in charge.

"Clear the battlefield and treat the wounded." Lin Zhen's voice was low, with a sense of fatigue from victory.

"Your Highness, Madam Chu...she..." a personal guard reported urgently.

Lin Zhen rode his horse back.

At the valley entrance, Chu Xiling stood up with the support of two personal guards, tightly holding a piece of parchment covered with symbols and proportions in her hands, with a hint of weak excitement on her cold face.

"Husband, it's done. The reverse engineering is successful. The key lies in temperature control, mixing sequence, and a stabilizer." Her voice was weak, but full of strength. "We can also make Burning Sky Thunder!"

The wind and snow gradually subsided.

In the eastern sky, a streak of pale sky pierced through the thick leaden clouds.

The smoke from the entrance of the Valley of Broken Souls has not yet dissipated. On the snowy field stained with scorched earth and blood, the surviving soldiers support each other and look towards the faint light in the sky.

The thunder of Yinshan Mountain finally exploded in blood and fire, tearing apart the darkness.

The shadow of the Burning Sky Thunder has not dissipated, but its secret is firmly in our hands.

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The smoke at the entrance of the Valley of Broken Souls slowly dissipated in the biting cold wind, like the last gasp of a dying beast.

The charred earth, solidified blood ice, broken weapons and armor, and scattered limbs spread out in the bleak morning light, forming a silent and cruel picture.

The air was filled with a thick, indissoluble mixture of the smell of blood, burnt food, sulfur, and saltpeter, which was pungent and oppressive.

The surviving soldiers supported each other, silently cleared the battlefield, and collected the remains of their comrades. Their numb faces were etched with fatigue and confusion after surviving the disaster.

Lin Zhen's black armor was broken, and he leaned on the golden dragon sword to support his body.

Although Chengxuan had bandaged the wound from the left shoulder to the ribs urgently, it still hurt a little, and every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain.

His face was pale and his lips were chapped, but his deep eyes were as sharp as ever, calmly scanning the blood-stained scorched earth.

Chengxuan had a thick, blood-soaked cloth wrapped around her left shoulder, and her face was equally pale, but she stood stubbornly by the side. There was a lingering trace of fear in her beautiful eyes, but more of it was determination.

Chu Xiling was supported by two personal guards, her indigo work clothes stained with ashes and blood. Her left arm was hung in front of her chest, but her right hand was tightly grasping the parchment covered with symbolic proportions. Her cold face showed weak excitement and hard-to-conceal concentration.

"How is the casualty count?" Lin Zhen's voice was low and hoarse, breaking the silence.

Mao Mengji's skinny figure walked out from the pile of corpses. The scar on his face looked even more hideous in the morning light. His armor was broken and his body was covered in blood, but his eyes were as fierce as a wounded lone wolf.

"Your Highness, the Jinwu Guards lost 327 men, with 185 seriously injured, not counting the minor wounded. The Shenji Battalion lost 41 men, with 23 seriously injured. The Border Army lost 466 men, with 209 seriously injured. Only three out of ten of the Bandit Sweeping Battalion survived."

His voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger, "There are over a thousand corpses left by the Southern Chu army, and less than a hundred captured, most of whom are seriously wounded but not dead."

"Give soldiers who died in battle a proper burial, double the pension, treat the seriously injured at all costs, support the families of the fallen by the government for life, and allow their children to attend elementary school free of charge. Build a 'Heroic Martyrs' Shrine' in the Western Hills of Yanjing, and engrave a monument to commemorate them for eternity." Lin Zhen's voice was calm, but every word carried weight.

"I obey your command." Mao Mengji bowed, his skinny fingers clenched until the joints turned white.

"Gu Beichen..." Lin Zhen turned his gaze towards the northwest mountains.

"We've sent elite scouts from the Falcon Camp to follow the blood trail and track him down to Ghost Crying Ridge deep in the Yin Mountains. The terrain there is treacherous and filled with miasma. We're afraid of an ambush, so we haven't dared to go any deeper." Mao Mengji's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Give me three days and I'll bring you his head."

"No rush." ​​Lin Zhen shook his head slightly. "Don't chase after a desperate enemy. Ghost Crying Ridge is the lair of the remnants of Helian Bao. Gu Beichen must be colluding with them. He's already trapped. Order all exits from Ghost Crying Ridge to be sealed off. Set up checkpoints, cut off their food supply, and trap them to death."

"Yes." Although Mao Mengji was reluctant, he still bowed and accepted the order.

"Ling'er." Lin Zhen turned his gaze to the parchment in her hand.

"Husband..." Chu Xiling's voice was weak but clear. "The core of this 'oil' is indeed high-purity nitroglycerin. The preparation method is extremely dangerous. It requires extremely pure sulfur and saltpeter, which are repeatedly acid-washed, crystallized, and distilled. It is then mixed with a specific proportion of charcoal powder and a stabilizer to slightly reduce its sensitivity. However, transportation and storage are still extremely dangerous. Impact, friction, high temperature, and static electricity can all cause explosions."

She paused, a gleam in her eyes. "However, its power far exceeds that of black powder by more than ten times. If we can control it, we can build cities and open mountains without any problems. We can also create new firearms."

"Is it possible to imitate it?" Lin Zhen said in a low voice.

"It requires a dedicated workshop, away from human habitation, buried deep underground, explosion-proof design, meticulous process and repeated testing. It's not something that can be accomplished overnight."

Chu Xiling's voice was solemn, "Since Gu Beichen has already taken control, he probably has more than one workshop."

"Heifengao has been destroyed..." Mao Mengji interjected.

"The Eternal Hellfire might not be the only one," Chu Xiling pointed at the parchment map. "There's more than one mark on this map."

"Rebuild the Thunder Burning Division..." Lin Zhen's eyes were calm. "Choose a site deeper in the West Mountain. You will be fully responsible. Prioritize the allocation of manpower and materials required. I want to see the finished product within a year, no matter the cost."

"I obey your command." Chu Xiling responded solemnly, with a flame of challenge burning in her eyes.