Chapter 1362 Madam Wants to Be a Widow Every Day (47)

But now, the poison in Yan Jun's body has been cured. This means that the shackles that bind the beast have been opened, and the beast's fangs are pointed at the enemy, staring at it eagerly, and will bite off the enemy's neck when it finds the right opportunity.

Just three months later.

The war between Northern Liang and Southern Chu still broke out.

Emperor Yan stated his position by lightly saying "attack the city". Between his lover and the country, he chose this beautiful country.

The obsession is deep.

…

On a secluded mountain, in a bamboo house.

The white-haired old man sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes. He stretched out his fingers to count, and his brows gradually furrowed. After a long time, the old man slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"Jun'er has still come this far."

"It's hard to go against God's will. Maybe, this is his fate..."

The old man's white hair hung down on his shoulders, and he was a little worried.

I just hope that Jun'er will not regret his current choice in the future.

***

The Yan army was overwhelming, and the Nan Chu army was retreating steadily, unable to resist it.

The Yan army was brave, but the Chu army was not good at fighting.

Soon, Nanchu was faced with the scene of the Yan army approaching the city.

The atmosphere in the Nanchu court became more and more tense and solemn day by day. The usual intrigues and intrigues were put away at this moment, leaving only a unanimous determination to deal with the outside world.

Emperor Chu glanced at the ministers in the palace and asked in a deep voice: "My dear friends..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a soldier covered in blood breaking into the Jinluan Palace. As soon as he saw Emperor Chu, he knelt down with a thud and choked up: "Your Majesty, General Zhong, General Zhong... Die in battle.”

Emperor Chu could hardly sit still and almost fell off the dragon chair. Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands to hold on to the armrests of the dragon chair.

"What?"

General Zhong was killed in battle, so now, who else in Southern Chu can lead the army?

Desperation flashed in Emperor Chu's eyes, and he seemed to have aged by more than ten years. He waved his hand to signal the soldiers to retreat.

For a moment, there was silence in the Jinluan Hall.

At this moment.

A cold and melodious female voice sounded, a little hoarse, but extremely firm.

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask for your orders to lead the troops to defend the enemy and protect the glory of Southern Chu for a hundred years."

Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Visible to the eye.

A woman in a dark red official uniform knelt on one knee, with a pair of phoenix eyes blazing, and her back as straight as a cypress.

Emperor Chu frowned subconsciously: "How can this be done? You are a girl, how can you go to a place like the battlefield?"

Fu Yue nodded firmly towards Emperor Chu. Her eyes, like shining glass beads, were staring at Emperor Chu without blinking.

The woman slowly said: "Daughter, please fight."

Emperor Chu still disagreed, but at least his attitude softened a bit, "This..."

Fu Yue comforted him and said, "Does the father not believe in his daughter's ability?"

Emperor Chu: "Not really."

Fu Yue smiled: "Then let me lead the troops and take back my city in Nanchu."

In the end, Emperor Chu finally compromised and issued an imperial edict. The legitimate princess Chu Yunke is appointed as the commander-in-chief and holds the highest power.

…

Tower.

In front of them is an endless wasteland. In the distance, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are arrayed in dense formations, and their evil aura is soaring into the sky.

The air between heaven and earth is almost stagnant, this kind of overwhelming but silent scene is depressing.

Dark clouds were rolling in the sky, strong winds were blowing, and the military flags in the military formation were flapping in the wind. The cavalry on horseback stood upright like a forest of swords, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

Fu Yue tied her hair up high, and her long eyebrows flew into her temples. Her already cold facial features became even more aggressive and clear-cut at this time. She tied her hair into a high ponytail and tied it with a red hairband that fluttered in the wind.

She raised her sword.

The voice was cold and indifferent: "Kill."

www I'm sleepy, good night