After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Back in Beiwu, Liu Longyue found Ye Mo somewhat agreeable. He was a bit of a playboy, but at least he wasn't that stupid. However, after comparing him to Chen Futu today, she realized what it meant to feel no harm without comparison.

If Chen Futu is the blazing sun in the sky, then Yemo is merely the firefly's flame; there is absolutely no comparison.

Chen Futu completely surpasses this top young nobleman of Beiwu in terms of temperament, appearance, and various talents.

Next up was the military parade.

The generals arrived with their respective troops, their ranks imposing and majestic, exuding a fierce and menacing aura accompanied by the sounds of drums and horns.

The soldiers being inspected today were all wearing new standard armor and weapons; the gleaming blades were awe-inspiring.

Li Xiuning led the women's army past the altar. She wore a red robe and silver armor, her beautiful face was stern, and she was very popular.

As for Guan Yu and Ma Chao, there's no need to say more; they were renowned and highly respected among the people.

As the Northern Frontier Army passed by in succession, the Northern Martial Envoy's expression changed repeatedly. Finally, when they saw Huang Yueying leading a large number of improved crossbows past in a grand procession, their expressions were filled with awe.

The military strength displayed by the Northern Frontier at this moment was extremely astonishing. Any one of those generals was a brave and outstanding warrior, not to mention that their respective troops had already achieved remarkable feats.

The Northern Martial delegation looked grim, while the common people were extremely excited.

The stronger the northern frontier, the more peaceful their lives become.

With so many fierce generals and brave soldiers who can fight a hundred men each, the Northern Frontier no longer needs to fear any side. Even if the Great Qian wants to attack the Northern Frontier, it will have to consider whether it has the strength to do so.

"Something's strange..."

Liu Longyue suddenly muttered something.

Chen Futu asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"On such an important day, no one dared to assassinate you. This is not like the style of Red Moon Pavilion and Daqian."

Liu Longyue expressed her concerns.

Chen Futu sneered, "Under these circumstances, who would dare to come out and die? Even if they were to take action, they should do so when we return to the city and our defenses are relaxed."

"How does Your Majesty intend to deal with this?"

"Does this even need preparation? It's something that's not presentable, not worth my time to deal with."

Chen Futu's composed demeanor made Liu Longyue secretly gasp. He had indeed become the man of the Northern Frontier King, no longer the prince.

He has already developed the audacity to defy everything.

An hour later, the grand ceremony came to an end.

Chen Futu, holding Liu Longyue's hand, rode in a carriage back to Longcheng, with Qiwen and Gefei driving the carriage, and a large number of soldiers guarding both sides.

At this time, the people gradually returned to the city, but they were quite far from his carriage, making it impossible for anyone to take advantage of the chaos to launch an assassination.

When the carriage returned to the south gate, a sudden change occurred. Before the carriage had even crossed the bridge, a group of people suddenly appeared from under the moat.

The Tiger Guards were caught off guard and their defenses were breached.

Moreover, their assassination attempt was reckless, disregarding life and death, casualties, and after crossing the defense line, they rushed towards Che Luan like madmen, even equipping themselves with silent sleeve darts commonly used by martial arts practitioners.

Fortunately, Chen Futu's carriage was specially made, and their hidden arrows could not penetrate the carriage's defenses.

Qiwen said to Consort Ge and the female swordswoman, "You continue walking, I'll hold them off."

He leaped out of the car and slashed with his sword, instantly cutting down four or five assassins.

Consort Ge ordered the Tiger Guards not to linger and to continue escorting the carriage forward.

Upon receiving orders, the Tiger Guards quickly moved towards the carriage. At the same time, Zhuge Liang and others accompanying them were also attacked. Because their group was moving slowly and there were civilians behind them, a large group of assassins rushed out from the civilians, trying to take down several civil officials in one fell swoop.

Zhang Liang chuckled and said, "I knew it. The Great Qian wouldn't give up so easily. Sure enough, we still have to fight to the death."

"There's no other way. The King poses too great a threat to the Great Qian Dynasty. They must seize the opportunity."

Zhuge Liang continued chatting and laughing with Zhang Liang inside the carriage, while An Jingsi, Li Yuanfang, and Dian Wei had already fought their way out from another carriage.

Even before today, Zhang Liang knew there would be another assassination attempt, which was the last counterattack of the mad dogs. So he informed several generals in advance to hide among the civil officials after the military parade to ensure their safety. After all, Chen Futu was protected by Qi Wen and Consort Ge, so there would be no problem.

The fighting at the front caused concern among the people, and soon a large army, led by Guan Yu, Ma Chao, Huo Qubing, and others, pressed in from the rear.

With a large army maintaining the front line, the people were no longer afraid and craned their necks to watch the show.

Within the battleground, the Imperial Guards, protecting the civil officials, formed an impenetrable defense, fiercely protecting the central carriages. Inside were the king's trusted advisors, and not a single hair on their heads could be missing.

As Zhang Liang had predicted, these assassins acted without regard for consequences; they were more accurately described as death squads.

They were so frenzied that they attacked not only the civil officials' entourage but also the Northern military delegation.

The great wizard himself took to the field, swinging his staff and smashing heads apart in a gruesome display.

Chen Futu's carriage at the very front continued to move forward steadily, with shouts of battle echoing outside the window.

Chen Futu sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Liu Longyue asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty, these people are crazy. They seem to have received a death order that they will not stop until they kill you. Aren't you afraid?"

"Fear? The madness before death cannot change the outcome."

"just in case……"

"The one who can kill me has not yet been born."

How could Chen Futu be worried? The more frantic the enemy is, the more helpless they are.

As they were talking, Consort Ge spoke from outside the carriage: "Your Highness, there are several skilled assassins among these assassins. They have already killed or injured quite a few of the Tiger Guards."

"Where is Qi Wen?"

"Qiwen is still behind, it seems he's been held up."

"How could he be held up with his strength?" Chen Futu couldn't help but wonder. A Grandmaster's strength shouldn't be like this.

"You'll know once you take a look."

As Consort Ge spoke, she slew several assassins who tried to approach, and the female swordswoman even jumped off the carriage to join the fight.

Chen Futu lifted the curtain and looked back. Good heavens, it was disgusting.

All I could see were many severed hands hanging from Qiwen's legs and arms; it was truly an eyesore.

This scene reminded Chen Futu of the part in Romance of the Three Kingdoms where Xu Chu saved Cao Cao from drowning by ferrying him across the river. Countless soldiers who had fallen into the water were trying to pull the ferry away with their hands, but Xu Chu cut off all their hands. When the ferry reached the shore, Cao Cao looked down and found that the bottom of the boat was covered with severed hands.

The assassins from Daqian were ruthless. In order to hold Qiwen back, they risked their lives to pounce on him and tear at his clothes to keep him there.

"I really don't know what benefits the dog emperor promised them to make them fight so desperately."

Just then, Ge Fei outside let out a muffled groan.

Chen Futu's expression changed slightly. "What's going on?"

"Your Majesty, there is a master archer of innate level!"

Ge Fei was panting heavily. Although she couldn't be seen through the curtain, it was clear that she was injured.