The two armies eventually went to war.
The young female general was dressed in silver armor, and her majestic and indifferent voice sounded, followed by the red-tasseled spear that was shining with a fierce cold light, and the light that flashed across the air seemed to cut a hole in the sky.
The blood is filled with blood, and the cold wind is hunting.
…
night.
In the Yan army camp.
Several counselors bowed and stood in front of Emperor Yan, waiting respectfully for the emperor's order.
Now the weather is still a little cold, Yan Jun's body is not very good, after all, he has suffered from a deficit for several years, and has already hurt his foundation. Putting on the cloak, the bones of his body looked a bit thin.
His lips were a little pale, he raised his long finger against his thin lips, coughed twice, and asked, "Who is the commander-in-chief of the Chu army?"
In the battle during the day, the result of the two armies fighting was a draw.
This surprised Yan Jun a little. After all, in the last battle, the Chu army was powerless against the Yan army. Now it is just a change of coach. In just a few days, there have been earth-shaking changes, so he asked casually. One sentence.
But after asking, Yan Jun found something wrong with the atmosphere.
He raised his dark eyes and glanced around. He frowned slightly, "Why? Is this question difficult to answer?"
The counselors in the main tent looked at each other, but none of them dared to speak, they all saw the fear and suspicion on each other's faces.
In the end, it was the military adviser who stood up, cupped his hands towards Yanjun, and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, the commander of the Chu Army is..."
"Nan Chuxi and the princess, Chu Yunke."
After saying this, the military adviser respectfully lowered his head not to look at Yan Jun's face. After all, who doesn't know that this princess Xihe was once the empress of Beiliang, and even Emperor Yan's beloved wife.
There was a snap.
The letter in Yan Jun's hand fell to the ground with a dull sound.
Everyone lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at Yan Jun's face.
"absurd."
The man's melodious voice sounded, although it sounded calm, but if you listen carefully, you can hear the deep anger hidden in it.
"Is there no one in Nanchu? Let her go to the battlefield as a woman, with the body of a princess... It's just absurd."
There seemed to be a fire burning in my heart, burning my reason.
Yan Jun stretched out his hand and pushed all the things on the table, his face was terribly ugly, his already pale face was even less bloodless now. Inside those eyes, there was deep anger, but more worry and fear.
He was afraid, he was afraid that something would happen to her on the battlefield.
On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes.
…
Yan Jun stood up suddenly, and he was about to walk outside the tent.
Then he was grabbed by the sleeve tightly.
Looking back, it was a military division.
Although Yan Jun's complexion is still not very good, but her tone is still respectful, "Military Master, let go, I have a sense of proportion."
The military division shook his head slowly but firmly.
"Your Majesty, no."
"Xi and the princess are in command this time, because they must have seen your unbearable heart towards her. If you are disturbed by the affection of your children..."
"Then we will definitely lose."
The military division's words were almost hoarse, and after finishing speaking, he bowed deeply to the emperor in front of him.
The brain that was under the impulsiveness just now gradually calmed down, Yan Jun closed her eyes fiercely, and gradually tightened her fingers in her sleeves, but she did not refute after all.