Spring is coming.

When the Qin Dynasty no longer deliberately conceals the frequent mobilization of its army, in fact, the war between the two dynasties, the Great Qin Dynasty and the Great Chu Dynasty, had already begun.

"It is difficult for Zhao Mu to lead the troops to convince the public."

Deep in the Chu Palace, Zhao Xiangfei looked quietly at Lin Zhuojiu sitting in front of him and said, "I understand that the rear is more important than the front line, but he is the most suitable commander to lead the army. The ownership of a million troops and the power of the country cannot be handed over to others, and it is even more impossible for you to lead the army."

Lin Zhuojiu no longer looks like he is in the water prison. At this time, he is wearing a blue shirt and looks indescribable clean and refreshing.br /Novels>

"Of course we won't lead."

He looked at Concubine Zhao Xiang, smiled slightly, and said, "Because you will be the one who leads the army."

Concubine Zhao was stunned and frowned slightly, "I will fight in person, and Zhao Mu will stabilize the rear, but before Xiang Yan Jinge's army returns, according to your plan, there will be many defeats, the morale of the army will be difficult, and there will be more chaos."

Lin Zhuojiu said: "No matter what the process is, as long as you win the battle in a decisive battle soon, you will have supreme prestige."

Concubine Zhao Xiang thought for a while, "Since that's the case, it's better to do it more thoroughly."

Lin Zhuojiu looked at her curiously, "I don't understand what it means more thoroughly."

Zhao Xiangfei said: "If some battles are doomed to have great potential for failure, then let those who have always opposed me appear in those battles."

Lin Zhuojiu was stunned for a moment and sighed: "It is undeniable that women are more determined than men's when doing things."

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"Why don't you let me lead the army and let me stay behind to help her kill someone?"

In a large tent of the Great Chu Dynasty, the general wearing black armor sneered, "Even if I agree, even if I feel at ease, will the others feel at ease?"

This general with a cold face, slender figure, and two narrow eyebrows are Zhao Mu, who is recognized as the best at marching and fighting in the Great Chu Dynasty, especially Zhao Mu, who commanded the army.

His surname is Zhao, but he was born in Yuanyang County, a native of the Great Chu Dynasty, and had nothing to do with Zhao Xiangfei.

In the past many years, he has been the source of confidence for many top generals of the Great Chu Dynasty.

In a sense, Zhao Xiangfei's order also requires his consent.

Now he obviously disagrees.

However, just as he sneered at the underlings of the several accomplices, he felt a familiar aura approaching.

He curled his smile in surprise, stood up, and bowed deeply to the man who opened the curtain and said, "Teacher."

This is a very old man with his hair as white as snow.

Seeing the old man appear, several senior military generals in the tent were shocked to speak.

The most critical reason why Zhao Mu quickly entered the military leadership was that he was the most proud disciple of Li Fu, the former "military god" of the Chu army.

At this time, the old man was Li Fu, who had been in hiding for many years.

What shocked these people even more was that the old man was not wearing his usual casual clothes, but his heavy armor.

"If you are the teacher, you will be the leader, your disciple will naturally be convinced."

"I will not be the one who leads the front line. I will stay in the rear with you and help her kill people."

"Why?"

Hearing the unexpected answer, Zhao Mu suddenly looked up and looked at his teacher in confusion.

Li Fu looked at him and grinned, as rough as before when he was in the military administration, "What why?"

Zhao Mu hesitated for a moment, straightened his body without hiding it, "Disciple is not relieved."

"It's not the victory or defeat on the battlefield itself... The people in Bashan Sword Field were originally the ones who can fight the most in the world." He did not wait for Li Fu's reply, looked at Li Fu's eyes, and then said, "But, whose Da Chu is the current Da Chu?"

Li Fu looked at his most proud disciple, slowly restrained his smile, and scolded him in an extremely simple manner: "Idiot!"

Zhao Mu was stunned.

Several generals in the tent were also stunned.

"Even you know her relationship with Bashan Sword Field, and know that she can be regarded as a person from Bashan Sword Field in a sense. Would the late emperor not know?" Li Fu looked at Zhao Mu with an idiot's gaze, and his voice was slightly cold, "You haven't figured it out yet. The late emperor passed the throne to Lilingjun, not because he believed in Lilingjun, but because he believed in Zhao Xiangfei?"

Zhao Mu was shocked and couldn't speak for a moment.

"Since the late emperor has no confidence in handing over Da Chu to her, what are you worried about?"

Li Fu sneered and said, "No female sex can deceive the late emperor. The only thing that can make the late emperor truly relieved is true love."

"The late emperor loves her, and she also loves the late emperor. Only this most sincere emotion in the world can let the late emperor sit in that position. It is not her origin, her cultivation, or her strength."

Li Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhao Mu, and then said slowly: "She will definitely not give less to the late emperor and this dynasty than you, so you... feel at ease."

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"I have never heard of forcing good men to become prostitutes, and I have never heard of forcing people to lead the army to fight!"

"I only know how to watch fish and flowers, stroll around the smoke, streets and alleys, and wander around is my greatest ability."

"I want to see Concubine Zhao Xiang!"

"Concubine Zhao...How dare you treat me like this!"

In a deep mansion surrounded by heavy troops, roars kept ringing, gradually turning into shrill screams.

A fat, white and middle-aged man in brocade clothes flew around more than ten flying swords. His fair face was covered with scratches, his mouth was covered with blood, and he kept screaming shrillly.

"Don't call."

A light voice rang outside the hall.

The fat middle-aged man's scream stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes and looked at Zhao Mo who appeared in front of him in surprise, "Zhao Mo, it's good that you are here, help me..."

"I won't help you."

Zhao Mo shook his head and interrupted his words, "It's not just you who will go to the border, but many people in the capital will go to the border like you."

"What's the meaning?"

The fat and fat middle-aged man was stunned and reacted, furious and shouted, "Zhao Mo, you actually fell under the skirt of Zhao Yaofei."

Zhao Mo turned around and ignored it.

The fat and fat middle-aged man was even more angry and cursed: "Zhao Mo, your mother is a maid, the demon concubine's mother, the sister in the kiln, no wonder you are colluding with each other."

"Cut it."

Zhao Mo spoke.

When these two words of his words were revealed, he followed a high-level general beside him and turned around.

With a sneer, a red line appeared on the neck of the fat middle-aged man.

All the sounds of the fat middle-aged man stopped. He raised his hand and wanted to touch his neck, but he had lost all his strength and could not touch it at all.

"How could you...How dare you kill me..."

The fat and fat middle-aged man stared at Zhao Mo's back with wide eyes, and a rumbling sound from his throat, and his head fell down.

"The more harsh the methods at the beginning, the more convinced the public. It's a pity that he is the target of killing the chicken to warn the monkey, but he doesn't know it."

Zhao Mo did not turn around and just whispered to the general who was following him, "If anyone moves abnormally, just kill him."
Chapter completed!