Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

The sun, shyly setting halfway down the mountainside, cast a rosy glow across the land, a stark contrast to the desolate scene.

When the mountain city lord saw the vast, dark army, he was excited, but as he got closer, he felt like he wanted to die.

These are indeed reinforcements, but they are enemy reinforcements.

"Brother Lianping, you mustn't act impulsively later, and you absolutely mustn't fight to the death with the Mountain City Lord just because he killed your third brother." Lin Ping patiently advised him all the way, fearing that Lianping might reconcile with the Mountain City Lord out of consideration for their father-son relationship.

Although Lin Ping was not afraid of the alliance between the two sides, it was still not as comfortable as reaping the benefits of the situation.

With veins bulging on his forehead, Lian Ping mumbled repeatedly, "Since you consider me a rebellious son, then I will grant your wish!"

In imperial families, familial affection is scarce. Moreover, the Lord of the Mountain City is not a kind father. He often beats his brothers, giving the impression that he has plenty of tadpoles and doesn't need the few of you.

Lian Ping's respect was only out of fear; in reality, he had long been thinking of taking his place to avoid living in constant fear, with the inheritance of the title seemingly a distant prospect, and even facing competition from Lian Gui.

Now that he has personally killed Lian Gui, he probably won't get the mountain city lord's forgiveness. Rather than begging humbly, he might as well be quick and decisive, since there are countless examples of this in history.

Since ancient times, the victor is king and the loser is villain. As long as you succeed, no one will dare to gossip about it unless they want to die.

"The Prince Consort is here!" Pang Xingji was so excited he almost jumped up. Knowing what this meant, he stepped forward to greet him respectfully, even ignoring Jiang Yunying and Jiang Xiuwen.

Lin Ping was not pleased with this. He was determined not to overshadow Jiang Xiuwen, and even more so, he could not let Jiang Xiuwen see that he had gathered a private army, lest he be persecuted for his outstanding achievements.

If that's the case, Lin Ping does have the ability to escape beforehand, but I'm afraid he won't be able to take Jiang Yunying with him.

So he glared angrily at Pang Xingji.

The other party wasn't stupid. Realizing that he had gotten himself into trouble by being a little too excited, he hurriedly kowtowed to Jiang Yunying and Jiang Xiuwen and briefly explained the situation.

"Make way for Brother Lian," Lin Ping ordered loudly, clearly intending to incite the father and son to fight each other.

Pang Xingji hesitated somewhat, after all, this would disrupt the formation, and if Lian Ping turned against them again, they would be in a difficult situation.

Seeing Lin Ping's determined look, Pang Xingji still gave in. He had already regarded Lin Ping as his idol and did not believe that his idol could make mistakes.

The idols here are not the kind of idol worship that little kids have, but true worship. They are worshipped because of the other person's erudition and personal charm, not because Lin Ping can wiggle his butt or dance.

Lian Ping hesitated for a moment, and after much deliberation, he slowly led his two thousand private soldiers to the city lord.

To prevent any accidents, Pang Xingji hurriedly reorganized the formation, but even with the father and son working together for the second time, it didn't make much of a difference.

"Good, very good. I never dreamed that my most obedient son would dare to lay a hand on me." The Mountain City Lord laughed loudly, his face full of anger, but also showing a trace of sorrow.

Even though Lianming was a strict father who didn't value family ties much, he still found it hard to accept this fact.

"Father once said, 'The victor is king, the loser is villain.' It was you who warned me that I must be ruthless in my actions and never be soft-hearted." Lian Ping felt a pang of sorrow in his heart, and his voice trembled slightly.

“Indeed, I did say that!” The City Lord of the Mountain City said coldly, “If you can really kill me today, it will prove that you are right, and you can lead the City Lord’s Mansion to go further!”

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!" Lian Ping gripped his spear and charged forward first.

"Another one-on-one duel?" Lin Ping, who was watching from the sidelines, felt helpless. He really didn't know what kind of education Lian Ping had received since childhood, so why he always wanted to have a one-on-one duel.

In that case, what's the point of having so many private armies?

Lin Ping didn't want to interfere too much in the internal affairs of the Mountain City Lord's Mansion; at most, he would just sit back and reap the benefits.

He also realized the crisis. After all, these seven thousand cavalrymen had not engaged in a fierce battle. If the city lord of the mountain city won, he would likely launch a strong counterattack against Lin Ping and his men. Even if he could not win, he could make them pay a heavy price.

Moreover, Lian Ping's body has not yet fully recovered, and his strength has been greatly reduced, making him no match for the Mountain City Lord.

As expected, before the Mountain City Lord could even make a move, Lian Ping was already panting heavily. This heavy fish-scale armor was actually counterproductive.

"I'm sorry, son!" Lian Ping held the reins in one hand and raised his spear in the other, swiftly thrusting at the mountain city lord.

"Good!" The mountain city lord gripped the saddle tightly with both legs and immediately launched a counterattack.

The two men moved in exactly the same way, both bending over and thrusting their spears forward when they were close, which was the traditional way of cavalry fighting.

In fact, they knew that this armor would affect their performance, but it was standard equipment for going into battle and fighting enemies. Out of respect for both sides, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward.

Each charge is a round. When the spears clashed, Lian Ping clearly felt his strength failing and his arms trembled incessantly. However, he did not give up and turned his horse around to launch a second charge.

"You think you can fight me with this little bit of strength?" The Mountain City Lord thrust his weapon straight into Lian Ping's shoulder, quickly knocking off his shoulder armor and revealing traces of blood on his shoulder.

Thud...

With a crisp sound, the Mountain City Lord's spear swept across Lian Ping's chest, sending his heavy body flying into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"What a softie." Lin Ping shook his head helplessly and hurriedly assigned Pang Xingji to go on stage.

"Here, try out Jiangcheng Prefecture's warhorse and this new-style spear." Pang Xingji handed his mount and weapon to Lian Ping, reminding him, "Take off this armor, and you might still survive."

Lian Ping glanced at Lin Ping with suspicion, not believing that the low-slung warhorse could be that strong, and besides, the strange spearhead didn't seem like a very sharp weapon.

Considering Lin Ping's series of astonishing actions, Lian Ping still chose to trust him. After taking off his armor, he took the new-style spear, easily leaped onto the horse's back, and unconsciously placed his feet on the stirrups.

"This is..." Lian Ping was stunned, staring blankly at the unassuming little iron ring, finally understanding how the Blazing Fire Guard had lost the match.

With this stirrup, his other arm was completely freed, giving him twice the strength and twice the confidence.

"Again!" Lian Ping stepped on the stirrups and launched another attack.

"Hmph, you think this inferior horse can fight me?" The Mountain City Lord said with extreme disdain, feeling that Lian Ping was courting death, and that he could pierce Lian Ping's chest at any moment without his armor.