The tasks issued by the system should not be false.
Since the system thinks that Beiluo City is going to fall, to a large extent, the old man has a well-thought-out plan, but he is just a fan of self-confidence.
Lu Fan was a little annoyed, was it such a high-risk mission at the beginning
However, defending a city is relatively easier than attacking it.
Although the Beijun prefect led an army of 50,000 to attack the city, Lu Changkong was no ordinary defender.
"Sister Ning, how many defenders do we have in Beiluo City?"
Lu Fan asked.
"My lord... With the master here, you don't need to worry about these problems."
Ning Zhao said seriously.
The young master is already very tired from living, so there is no need for the young master to worry about these trivial matters.
"I'm just asking..."
Lu Fan smiled.
"Beiluo City has an army of 20,000. If you add the private armies of the three major families and other small families in the city, you can probably gather 25,000 defenders. It will be difficult for the Beijun army to break through Beiluo City."
Ning Zhao said.
She is not an ordinary maid, she also has her own analysis of the battle situation in Beiluo City.
"Three great families?"
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.
Apart from external factors, the reason why a city that is as solid as gold will fall is that it is most likely to fester from the inside.
Is it possible that the three aristocratic families colluded with Beijun prefect inside and outside
Lu Fan's slender fingers tapped lightly on the thin blanket on his thigh.
"Sister Ning, do you think the three great families... will turn against the water?"
Lu Fan thought for a while before speaking.
Ning Zhao was taken aback for a moment, she raised her beautiful arms and held her blue hair, frowned slightly, and shook her head slightly, "Impossible... the three great families would never dare."
"After all, the master is the only master warrior in Beiluo City, and he is still very prestigious in the city."
Lu Fan's eyes flickered slightly, "The Great Zhou Dynasty was stirred up to fill the pool with muddy water. Doesn't the emperor have prestige? This world is all about profit, and prestige alone won't work."
"Sister Ning, push me to guard the city wall."
The expression on Ning Zhao's face changed slightly: "My lord, it's very dangerous on the city wall."
"Sister Ning, don't forget, I am the one who was pampered by a fairy."
Lu Fan chuckled lightly.
He had a hunch that for a long time to come, this unfounded immortal would become a shield for his actions.
Ning Zhao took a deep breath, she sensed the aura surging in the lower abdomen of her dantian, her expression was gloomy and uncertain.
In the end, she still chose to believe in Lu Fan.
After all, Young Master is the one who holds the key to change the general situation of the world.
So, Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan, who was in a wheelchair, and left the Lu residence.
Yi Yue and Ni Yu came to their senses and hurried to follow.
…
Beiluo City, above the city guard.
Lu Changkong, who was clad in cold armor, had the Qingfeng sword pinned to his waist, and stood on it, his brows raised coldly, his aura was chilling.
Around him, strong soldiers and generals also stood with their swords horizontally.
Under the city pool piled with mottled boulders.
On the other hand, there was a densely packed army forming an array, completely enclosing Beiluo City.
In front of the city gate, a fierce man with a naked upper body and totem patterns tattooed on his bronze-colored skin, immediately slashed his sword, and was right underneath, spitting and yelling and cursing.
And in front of this fierce man, there was a corpse that had been split in half with a man and a horse. The corpse fell to the ground, gurgling blood, and the yellow sand was wet.
Lu Changkong's face was a little ugly.
"What's this person's name?"
Lu Changkong didn't look back, but asked the soldiers around him coldly.
"City Lord, this person is called Feng Shi, a fierce general of Beijun, born with supernatural power, and is a general under the tent of Beijun Taishou Tantaixuan."
The faces of the soldiers were equally ugly.
The two armies were fighting, and the army called for battle. The general of Beiluo City was cut off by Feng Shi with three moves, and he didn't even have time to retreat to the city.
It was a major blow to the momentum of the defenders in Beiluo City.
"This person's strength is not bad, he is a top-notch first-class master, I am Beiluo City, does anyone dare to fight?"
A trusted general of Lu Changkong asked with a cold face.
And Lu Changkong's eyes were deep and sharp, staring straight at the army under the city.
Looking at the military tent in the distance, it seemed as if he wanted to see through the military tent at a glance and meet the high-ranking person in it.
"A top-notch first-class warrior who is born with supernatural power when he makes a move, what kind of medicine does Tantai Xuan sell in this gourd?"
Lu Changkong thought in his heart.
There are not many first-class warriors, even under his command.
Especially a top-notch warrior like Feng Shi.
Under the city.
Feng Shi has a burly figure, with vigorous hair tied into braids on his head, and his posture is wild and violent.
He rode a horse with a saber on his back, and rode the horse under the city, shouting and cursing.
"Lu Pifu of Beiluo City, do you dare to come down and fight with me?!"
"Lu Changkong, you dog-like thing, will you hide in the city?"
"What kind of rubbish are you sending out? You can chop it up with a single knife. I'm not happy enough!"
"Hahaha! Lu Pifu, I heard that your son Lu Fan is paralyzed in bed, but he looks white and tender. Why don't you give it to me, my soldiers like white and tender people!"
…
Feng Shi laughed wildly, and the horse under him neighed hotly.
The guards in Beiluo City had angry expressions on their faces.
Many strong men around Lu Changkong clenched their fists.
They begged Lu Changkong to send them to fight.
But, unfortunately, Lu Changkong didn't do what they wanted.
As the only master martial artist in Beiluo City, he is very clear about the strength of his subordinates.
Feng Shi is a top-notch first-class warrior with natural supernatural power. Unless the master makes a move, ordinary first-class warriors are no match for him one-on-one.
If these subordinates of his go, they can only die in vain.
So, Lu Changkong didn't say anything.
His gaze moved sideways, and with a cold sweep, he landed on Feng Shi who was riding the horse.
Although the two armies are fighting, it is normal to shout and curse before the battle, but... this person's mouth is really too stinky.
It's nothing to insult Lu Changkong.
What's even more hateful is that this person even dragged out his son Lu Fan to humiliate him.
Lu Fan is Lu Changkong's reverse scale!
Lu Chang put his hand on the sword at his waist, his eyes were filled with murderous aura, and he turned around suddenly.
Many soldiers were breathless, and there was a flash of excitement in their eyes.
The city master at the level of a master warrior did it himself? !
"Wait, guard the city gate and pay attention to the people of the three great families. If they dare to act recklessly, cut off their heads and wait for Lao Tzu to return."
Lu Changkong came to the gate of the city, and spoke lightly to his cronies around him.
The trusted generals all trembled in their hearts and nodded solemnly.
next moment.
Lu Changkong rolled onto a sweaty horse with shiny hair all over.
Clamping the legs, raising the reins.
Sigh!
The sound of neighing horses exploded.
The city gates are wide open.
The dust is flying when the horse is outing.
Like a sharp spear, it rushed out of Beiluo City.
…
Because the army attacked the city, the people in Beiluo City hid in their houses.
The streets in the city became sparsely populated and very deserted.
crunch...
The sound of the wooden wheels of the wheelchair rubbing against the ground resounded.
A woman with a graceful figure and mature charm put her crisp hand on the handle and pushed the wheelchair forward slowly towards the city gate.
In the wheelchair, a young man in a white shirt was sitting quietly, with a thin woolen blanket on his lap, with one hand propping his chin, and the other hand resting on the blanket to lightly tap.
In terms of high-cold temperament, it is just right.
On the right side of the wheelchair, a maid with a vicious face and a beige gauze skirt with a long whip pinned to her waist followed her with lowered eyebrows.
On the left side of the wheelchair, the maid with a bit of baby fat and a double-hanging bun was trotting around holding an umbrella for the boy.
It was Lu Fan and his three maidservants.
This peculiar combination looks very unique on the cold street.
suddenly.
A rough laughter came from outside the city like a bell.
Although the sound has been weakened a lot after traveling so far, it can still be heard by a warrior with sharp eyes and ears.
"Hahaha! Lu Pifu, I heard that your son Lu Fan is paralyzed in bed, but he looks white and tender. Why don't you give it to me, my soldiers like white and tender people!"
Lu Fan couldn't hear clearly.
However, he felt vaguely that someone was praising him for being handsome.
Although he has a system, in the system panel, his physical strength is only 0.5, which belongs to the type of fighting five scum with no power to restrain the chicken.
However, Ning Zhao and Yi Yue heard it clearly.
Ning Zhao's face immediately pulled down, and a cold killing intent appeared on her beautiful face.
Yi Yue also gritted her teeth lightly, resting her hands on the long whip around her waist, her eyes showed murderous intent.
Ni Yu looked ignorant, she and Lu Fan were in the same boat, and couldn't hear anything, just panting and holding an umbrella.
The speed at which Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair required Ni Yu to trot to keep up.
"Sister Ning, what is that guy outside the city shouting?"
Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, and smoothed the folds of the thin blanket on his knees with the other, and asked.
"My lord, I didn't shout anything."
Ning Zhao dissipated her killing intent and smiled like a flower.
Lu Fan rolled his eyes, didn't he think he couldn't sense the killing intent that Ning Zhao showed just now
"It doesn't matter, tell the young master boldly, the young master has been bedridden for so many years, and he has long been used to hearing gossip and gossip. He has a peaceful mind, and can watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and relax with the clouds in the sky. His temper is good."
Lu Fan chuckled.
Ning Zhao still just smiled and didn't speak.
Believe me.
Because of the leg disease, Lu Fan's temper was very irritable, and Ning Zhao, who was a maidservant, knew this very well.
"Yiyue, tell me."
Lu Fan had no choice but to look at Yiyue who was holding an umbrella.
Yi Yue hesitated for a moment, she didn't want to say it at first, but she still needed the young master's gift of fairy fate, so she didn't dare to disobey, she opened her mouth obediently, and repeated Feng Shi's words from outside the city.
She hasn't finished yet.
Lu Fan took a deep breath and covered his chest.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"The chest is so stuffy and uncomfortable... My son, my liver hurts so much."
Are you so angry that your liver hurts
Ning Zhaohe Yiyue: "..."
Who swears by his conscience that he has a good temper? !
(end of this chapter)