Not long after Nangong Chen's incident passed, the war at the border gradually began to intensify.

The Turks could not conquer the hard nut of the Western Regions, so they had no choice but to go south.

The Yan Dynasty was retreating steadily and had lost several cities.

If a suitable talent cannot be found, the menacing Turks will invade Kyoto sooner or later.

Everyone in the hall was in danger. Everyone thought of that name, but no one dared to say it.

Of course, not everyone dared to tell the truth to the emperor. Generals who have fought in wars all know that war is very cruel, especially to unarmed people.

Therefore, the matter of fighting cannot be based on emotion.

Zhao Qi didn't care that the emperor would be angry, so he stepped forward and suggested: "Now that the Turks are coming fiercely, why do they withdraw their troops from the Western Regions? It's because their border is guarded by the invincible General Wanyan Chun."

"I know that His Highness Prince Sheng has a bad reputation now, but I have been with His Highness through life and death. I can guarantee it with my life. His Highness is definitely not the kind of person who forgets his duty based on lust."

The emperor said nothing and looked directly at Zhao Qi with a pair of sharp eagle eyes that could see through people's hearts.

"So you want me to release Lao Jiu and let him go to fight? What if he takes my soldiers and surrenders to the enemy?"

Zhao Qi took a deep breath and asked, "Why does the Emperor feel this way?"

He looked strange, as if he thought the emperor had said something incredible.

"His Royal Highness Sheng has been fighting for many years, and has passed by the gate of hell many times during this period. If he is really a man who can give in for a woman, then why should he make trouble for himself? I hope the emperor will look at a person in the same way.

Don’t be biased in any way.”

This sentence already contained some accusations, and everyone in the hall could feel the cold air emanating from the emperor.

If Zhao Qi hadn't been a hero who had fought for the Yan Dynasty all his life, based on what he just said, the emperor might have had him beheaded seven or eight times.

And there really is no other choice right now.

Just when the emperor was about to let go, Nangong Chen came out to interrupt Zhao Qi's words.

"General Zhao, this is a clear cover. My father has already convicted the ninth brother before. Now, what are you saying when you take him out of the imperial mausoleum? If people know about it, what will your father think of you?"

Zhao Qi was so angry that his forehead throbbed. He was a rough man and didn't know why he couldn't take back what he said.

He became anxious, and even the prince scolded him, "So what if people find out? Or is it that the prince thinks he has the ability to lead troops in war and wants to try to go on an expedition?"

Speaking of this, Nangong Chen immediately lost his temper. He had no ability to lead troops in war. It was because he didn't like the dirty environment of the military camp that he was forced to put Nangong Chen in.

Who knew that Nangong Chenfu was so lucky that he could rely on these achievements to escape the traps he dug again and again in the future.

The emperor's eyes wandered over everyone in the hall, and finally made up his mind.

"Then do as General Zhao said."

In front of all the courtiers, the emperor wrote an imperial edict and had people rush to send it to the imperial mausoleum.

Nangong Ling had better information than anyone in the capital. He had long known that the Turks were about to attack.

When he received the imperial edict, he was not too surprised, but looked calm.

"By God's blessing, the emperor has issued an edict. Now that the Turks are attacking, he has specially appointed the sinner Nangong Chen as a mighty general. He will lead an army of 100,000 people and go north to fight. He is specially allowed to leave the imperial mausoleum. If he can win the battle, he will be allowed to resume his status as a prince.

…”

Nangong Ling didn't listen carefully to the rest of the content. He only knew that he was leaving Kyoto soon.

Without thinking, I just accepted the order.

"My son, I would like to thank my father."

After receiving the imperial edict, he went to the military camp without any hesitation, hastily ordered his troops, and set off.

Before leaving, he specially transferred Qian Weide to the palace.

"In the future, when I'm not around, you'll have to look after the queen, mother and son for me. When I come back, I will take their lives."

"Yes, please rest assured, Your Highness, I will definitely live up to Your Highness's expectations for you."

It was winter and marching became particularly difficult.

From time to time, heavy snow would block the road, and it took almost three months to get to the border.

While he was on his way, several more cities ahead were lost.

The closer you get to the flames of war, the more you can see the people of the Yan Dynasty fleeing everywhere with their families and families behind.

Nangong Ling's face became even more ugly. Because she had lost a lot of territory, Xu Ruoying, the border guard, could not even lift her head.

"General, I have met His Highness Prince Sheng."

"Get up." Nangong Ling's voice was stunned, making Xu Ruoying couldn't help but lower her head lower.

It's just that he waited for a long time but didn't wait for Nangong Ling to scold him. Although Nangong Ling looked ugly, he didn't say anything and just looked at the topographic map in front of him in silence.

"First, let's talk about how you have suffered in the past few months."

Xu Ruoying took a careful look at Nangong Ling and saw that he did not mean to humiliate her. Then she slowly spoke and told him about the defeats she had suffered in the past few months.

"The Turks are very cunning and highly skilled in martial arts. Our people from the Great Yan Dynasty are no match for them."

Judging from the body shape, the Turks are all eight feet tall and powerful, while the Dayan people are thinner and weaker, and there is no way to fight with them.

From a strategic point of view, it was said that the Seventh Turkic Prince was a genius that was rare to see in a hundred years, so his strategy was naturally excellent, and they had no way to compete with him.

No matter where you are, if you can't compare with others, you will naturally be defeated.

As soon as Xu Ruoying's voice fell, Nangong Ling, who had never meant to blame him, suddenly became angry, "According to what you said, we don't need to fight this war and just give them the territory of the Great Yan Dynasty?"

"This...that's not what you said..."

Nangong Ling's gloomy eyes seemed to have two sharp knives between them, "Come here, General Xu shakes the morale of the army, he is very determined, drag him down and beat thirty soldiers with sticks, as a warning to others, I don't like this kind of thing the most

People who start talking bad words before they even start taking action.”

The pair of eyes that were sharper than a falcon turned around in the tent, and almost everyone shrank their necks subconsciously.

"Listen to me, don't say anything you shouldn't say. Since I led the soldiers of the Yan Dynasty to drive away the Turks, I can do the same now."

"yes."

Nangong Ling's arrival seemed like a ray of hope shining into the gloomy border war.

After beating the generals, Nangong Chen didn't bother to rest, and went around the camp of the wounded. He didn't have the airs of a prince at all, which made people feel good.
Chapter completed!