His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

Its bright little eyes quickly scanned every detail on the map, carefully searching for possible paths. After a moment, it seemed to have discovered some treasure.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Luo Bao, look here! We can enter through that small door on the other side of the palace. We can fight our way in along this route. Then we can open the palace gates from the inside!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo's previously dim eyes instantly brightened, and she quickly asked 001 to enlarge the floor plan so that she could view it more clearly.

Her mind raced, carefully considering the feasibility of the plan. She secretly thought about what it would be like if she carried a powerful machine gun.

With the addition of well-trained bodyguards and the suppression of firearms, a surprise attack through the small door could easily create a breakthrough and allow them to take control of the situation.

Thinking of this, Qin Qianluo was overjoyed. She excitedly stretched out her arms and happily hugged 001, praising her repeatedly, "001, you are truly incredibly smart!"

This method is absolutely brilliant. It not only minimizes damage to the palace but also reduces the risk of exposure.

001 was affectionately embraced by Qin Qianluo, and its small head instantly stood up proudly, the feathers on its neck fluttering slightly with pride.

Immediately afterwards, a clear and melodious phoenix cry, like the sound of a morning bell, burst forth from its exquisite beak.

The chirping sound was like a lively musical note, leaping, swirling and echoing freely in this space, just like celestial music from the highest heavens, ethereal and clear, touching the heartstrings.

After careful consideration and meticulous planning, Qin Qian went to the two-story villa where firearms were stored.

Her quick, sharp eyes, like a precise compass, darted swiftly through the dazzling array of weapons, carefully discerning their differences.

Finally, that burning gaze, like an eagle locking onto its prey, landed steadily on the QJB201 light machine gun that she loved most.

This gun is like a peerless master hidden in the mortal world, seemingly low-key and reserved, but in fact, it is sharp and sharp, exuding a unique charm that is hard to resist.

Its weight is as light as a feather, weighing only about 4.4 kilograms, like a soft swan feather. It will not be a burden to carry, nor will it hinder movement.

Its shooting accuracy is unparalleled, just like a master archer who can hit the bullseye from a hundred paces away, whether in close-quarters combat amidst the flames of war and the smoke of battle.

Whether in a wide-open, long-range battlefield, or in a medium- to long-range strike, it can deliver bullets with astonishing accuracy, like shooting stars rushing towards the moon, to the vital points of the target.

Its reliability is rock solid, and the recoil is minimal, making it feel like dancing hand in hand with a gentle and obedient partner when Qin Qianluo is controlling it, which is easy and pleasant.

Furthermore, its belt-fed ammunition system is like a tireless steel dragon, capable of carrying up to 150 rounds of ammunition.

The supply of ammunition was like a surging river, wave after wave, giving it a terrifying and powerful deterrent effect and a continuous and fierce killing force on the battlefield.

For Qin Qianluo at this moment, this light machine gun was like a rare artifact tailor-made for her. She knew every detail of its construction and every performance indicator like the back of her hand.

It is naturally easy and smooth to operate. Most ingeniously, it also has the unique function of installing a muffler.

Qin Qianlu bent down slightly, stretched out her fair and slender hand and gently picked up the light machine gun. She took a soft cloth from the weapon rack next to her and carefully wiped the gun body.

After wiping it clean, she steadily slung the light machine gun over her back, took some ammunition, spoke to 001, and then slipped out of the space.

Qin Qianlu frowned slightly, secretly considering her plan for tonight's operation. Her primary task was to quietly and properly collect the containers used for destroying opium.

Only in this way can we attack the palace without any distractions or worries. There will probably still be opium in the palace, so we need to keep a few containers for backup.

Thinking this way, Qin Qianluo first went to General An Yuan's tent to discuss her plan with him. She would personally lead her elite guards to enter the palace through a small gate and open a breakthrough in one fell swoop.

After all, the army is currently in a tense period of marching and fighting, and all actions must follow the strict command and dispatch and rigorous reporting system of the army. No one should act recklessly.

With a printed floor plan of the palace in her hands, Qin Qianluo hurried towards General Anyuan's tent like a gust of wind.

Upon entering the tent, she first bowed slightly in greeting, and then slowly recounted her meticulously conceived plan to General An Yuan in detail.

When discussing the source of that crucial floor plan, Qin Qianluo remained calm and composed, once again bringing up the itinerant merchant as she always had.

Upon hearing the all-too-familiar term "traveling merchant," General An Yuan's lips twitched slightly involuntarily, his expression showing a hint of helplessness.

Princess Qingyun is too lazy to think of new candidates, so she brought up the traveling merchant again. Isn't she afraid that she will doubt the traveling merchant's background or ask to meet him?

However, he quickly suppressed the urge to complain. His gaze slowly moved down to the exquisitely drawn, meticulously detailed plan.

The admiration and affection I felt for Princess Qin Qianluo, the elegant princess, grew even more abundantly, like the blooming flowers in spring.

Thinking of what Princess Qingyun had just said, and after carefully examining the map, General Anyuan frowned, his face showing worry, as if he intended to accompany her.

After explaining his desire to go along, he looked at Princess Qingyun and asked for her opinion.

Qin Qianlu lowered her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head at him, indicating that the key to this operation was secrecy, and having too many people would only make it easier to be exposed.

Seeing her resolute attitude and recalling the protection mechanism she mentioned in her heart, as well as the presence of secret guards, General An Yuan believed that nothing unexpected would happen, and his worries gradually dissipated.

After some internal struggle and deliberation, and after repeatedly examining the detailed floor plan that resembled a real replica of the palace, he finally nodded slightly in agreement.

In his original plan, Princess Qingyun, being so intelligent and graceful, might arrange for skilled bodyguards to secretly infiltrate the palace with her.

However, he never expected that Qin Qianluo's plan would be so bold and radical, directly storming into the palace like a surging tide.

After successfully reaching an agreement with General An Yuan, Qin Qianluo felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders and gracefully returned to her tent. She sat quietly inside.

Like a tranquil statue, it patiently awaits the night, like a vast black ribbon, slowly unfurling from the sky and enveloping the earth.

Time is like an old man with faltering steps, slowly walking and quietly passing by.

When the night was as thick and dark as ink, almost swallowing the whole world, Qin Qianluo, like a nimble night cat, quietly got up and stealthily made her way to where the container was placed.

Upon arriving at the location where the containers were stored, after checking left and right to make sure no one was around, they put the containers into their spatial storage, leaving only a few for the opium in the palace.

After completing all this, Qin Qianluo returned to her tent with peace of mind, lay on the couch, and let her thoughts wander.

The thought of going home soon filled her heart with joy and anticipation, like a playful fawn.

Like a bird that has been wandering far from home for a long time and has experienced many storms, it finally sees the warm nest and is filled with longing and yearning for home, eagerly wanting to return to its embrace.

As she carefully considered her next steps, Qin Qianluo felt herself gradually enveloped by a deep weariness.

Inside the tent, the dim candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the tent walls, like a silent lullaby. She slowly closed her eyes.

Before long, she was as if she had fallen into a deep and tranquil dream. It wasn't until the brilliant morning light of the next day, like a golden veil gently brushing across the tent, that Qin Qianluo slowly awoke from her sleep.

Like a nimble deer, she quickly rose, donned her armor, put the light machine gun into her bundle, slung it over her shoulder, and left the tent.

Arriving at her horse, she first respectfully gave General An Yuan a standard military salute. Then, she parted her lips slightly and said in a clear yet firm voice that she was ready and could depart immediately.

General An Yuan nodded slightly, his eyes full of trust and expectation for her. He waved his hand, indicating that she could proceed according to the plan.

Having received the general's order, Qin Qianluo bowed again, mounted her horse, and led her guards like an arrow released from a bow, galloping towards the small gate of the palace.

Meanwhile, General An Yuan calmly commanded the massive army, which surged forward like an iron torrent, steadily advancing towards the imperial palace.

Wherever the army passed, billowing dust rose, like a yellow dragon churning across the land. For a moment, the sounds of the army's footsteps and horses' hooves mingled together.

Like a majestic and stirring battle song, it resounded throughout the heavens and earth. When the army arrived at the foot of the palace walls, General An Yuan quickly ordered the troops to form ranks.

The disciplined military formation resembled towering mountain peaks, its imposing presence inspiring awe. Flags fluttered in the wind, seemingly issuing a silent warning.

This move was intended to provide strong cover for Qin Qianluo and others' secret operations, allowing them to quietly approach the palace gates without being detected, right under the enemy's nose.

On the other hand, General An Yuan also harbored fervent expectations, hoping that when Qin Qianluo successfully broke through the small door and opened the tightly closed palace gates.

He was able to lead his high-spirited soldiers into the palace like a surging tide at the first moment, crushing the enemy army with overwhelming force and thus securing victory in the battle.

At this moment, at the tall and majestic palace gate, four highly skilled, renowned, and feared martial arts masters stood proudly, ready for battle.

They wore magnificent and sturdy armor, held gleaming weapons, and their cold, stern faces seemed to be sculpted from millennia-old ice, making it difficult to discern their true emotions.

However, although they remained calm on the surface, displaying an attitude of not changing their expression even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them, in reality, they were in a tense standoff with the Tianxuan army for several days.

Deep within their hearts, a subtle, indescribable fear had quietly begun to take root. That fear, like a cold, venomous snake, slowly slithered through their minds, relentlessly gnawing at their will.