Iron-gray dark clouds cover the sky, and the biting cold wind mixed with tiny snowflakes slaps on the face, like an invisible blade scraping across the skin and soaking into the bone marrow.

On the large campus on the outskirts of the imperial capital, countless high-ranking officials looked livid as they watched helplessly as a group of roaring cavalry rushed back and forth, cutting the seemingly indestructible heavy halberd formation into pieces.

"Master Long, is this the sure-fire way to defeat the enemy you said?"

From the luxurious stand hundreds of meters high, Li Min looked at the disintegrating military formation. His cold voice seemed to be more biting than the howling north wind!

Not far away, a man wearing a fifth-grade official uniform was hunched over and shivering. It was obviously the coldest weather in the twelfth lunar month of winter, but cold sweat was dripping from his body.

"Xiaguan...Xiaguan..."

While muttering, the man cast his last hopeful gaze on his superior, but all he saw was a pair of fierce and threatening eyes.

This matter is up to you. I will take care of your wife, so don’t worry about it!

Clearly understanding what Shangguan meant, a violent and fierce light flashed in the man's desperate eyes.

Hatred, confusion, unwillingness, fear, struggle...

Waves of negative emotions rolled in his heart, but the fierce light gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a sad sigh.

He knew that only if he shouldered all his sins could his wife and his family continue to enjoy glory and wealth.

If he says anything that he shouldn't say, the disaster of annihilation is just around the corner!

And he himself would "commit suicide out of fear of crime" in an instant!

Therefore, it is better to sacrifice one's own life in exchange for the prosperity of the family.

The luster in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the man slowly knelt in front of Li Min and cried bitterly.

"Xiaguan...Xiaguan is guilty!"

"You are indeed guilty. [Euphorbian Warriors] specialize in cavalry, and they were completely wiped out even though their military spirit was restrained. This shows how low the combat power of the soldiers is!"

"The imperial court allocates so much money every year, and how can you train such a vulnerable Beijing army? You and the people from the Ministry of War should go to Zhao Prison."

His icy blue eyes looked around, and all the ministers who met his gaze nodded in fear. Finally, Li Min turned his attention to the handsome young man with a gloomy face next to him.

"Royal brother, what do you think?"

"Sister Imperial, victory or defeat is a common matter for military officers. The affairs of the Ministry of War are decided by my father and I do not need to comment on them."

"Well, victory or defeat is indeed a common thing for military strategists, but there are only three things that can happen. The Ministry of War has lost two games in a row, resulting in the slaughter of two battalions of sergeants, and the soul of the army has been severely damaged. What is the Ministry of War planning to use in the next game? Your [Xuan Biao]

】?"

"I……"

The young man who looked like Li Min had a three-pointed look on his face but hesitated to speak. A sigh of relief was trapped in his chest and he could not let it go.

The Ministry of War faction supports him, and he must stand in line to protect his own people regardless of right or wrong, but [Xuan Biao] is his private army and the backbone of his future control of the army!

If it suffers a severe blow while it is still in its infancy, all his hard work in recent years will be in vain!

What's more, the three northwest states were obviously well prepared, carefully selecting warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles, and then after a long period of training, they forged such an elite battalion!

It is equivalent to the essence of the joint efforts of the three states, and his [Xuan Biao] is just a self-organized private army. It has not experienced actual combat. Once they fight, it will probably be disastrous...

"My father was already furious when he was defeated last time. You said that the [Euphorbian] will win after defeating the enemy. What's the result?"

Looking at the mountains of corpses on the battlefield, and the ugly-looking heavy-halberd sergeants who were wailing and begging for mercy, Li Min's eyes seemed to be brewing with a violent storm.

"Two battalions! Two thousand men have not replaced the two hundred men on the opposite side. Most of them are still injured but not dead. After they recover from their injuries, their overall strength will be further improved. What will you do to deal with it then?!"

Li Min looked away from the bloody battlefield and looked at his younger brother, a hint of disappointment flashing deep in his pupils.

"The huge imperial capital cannot find a single battalion of soldiers to fight. Li Yan, do you know what this means?"

When Li Yan heard the imperial sister calling him by his first name, Li Yan's breath froze and he lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

This means that the last fig leaf on the empire's face has been severely torn off, and everyone will see the weakness under the appearance of strength!

But the Ministry of War is an important support in his fight for the throne. He must protect him no matter what, otherwise he will cut off his own arm. If his supporters see that he cannot even protect his own people, they may switch to other princes.

Therefore, no matter right or wrong, right or wrong, your own party members must be protected unconditionally!

Even if... this is based on harming the overall interests of the country...

But, if I cannot win the throne, what does the prosperity of this empire have to do with me?!

Slowly exhaling a breath, the handsome and melancholy young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, bowed and clasped his fists: "You are incompetent, I have let the emperor down."

Immediately, he changed the topic and smiled pointedly.

"However, since the imperial sister is so angry, she must have a way to defeat the enemy. Why not leave this last martial arts performance to the imperial sister?"

As soon as these words came out, most of the people present looked happy, while others looked angry and speechless.

The Ministry of War has lost two games in a row, and if it loses again in the last game, there will be no excuses and a major purge will occur from top to bottom.

As a result, you actually want to take the blame at this critical moment?!

Beautiful thought!

But to everyone's surprise, Li Min just looked at his brother calmly and nodded lightly.

"good."

"Your Highness!!!!"

More than a dozen ministers jumped up in unison and looked at Li Min in disbelief.

You can cut off the eldest prince's arm right before your eyes, and you actually take the blame for him?!

Are you confused?

"When it comes to the foundation of the country, you must put the overall situation first."

With an unquestioning wave of his hand, Li Min's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his tall and delicate body stood tall. Faintly, everyone present recalled the oppressive feeling they felt when they saw the [Emperor] for the first time.

Immediately, Li Min moved his eyes, stared deeply at Li Yan who looked suspicious, and sighed meaningfully.

"If you can't bear the weight, let me do it."

The plain words were like a sharp knife inserted into Li Yan's heart. Somewhere in the air, he seemed to sense the shift in destiny. The whole world had undergone subtle changes because of these words!

His whole body was shaking involuntarily, Li Yan clenched his fists until they turned white, and he opened his mouth to speak, but found that he could not make a sound at all.

He can deceive everyone, but he cannot deceive his own heart.

He really doesn't have any countermeasures. Even if he uses [Xuan Biao] to fight, the most he will do is cause the opponent to suffer a greater loss, and the loss will not be so ugly.

At this moment, the huge imperial capital and hundreds of thousands of Beijing troops were helpless against a mere battalion of cavalry!

Looking down at his younger brother who was hesitant to speak, Li Min looked away in disappointment and looked at the elegant and elegant young man in white clothes in the corner.

"Xiao Shun."

Hearing the call, the young man who was eagerly staring at the battlefield turned around, with a bright smile on his unreally handsome face.

"Sister."

"They left it to you."

Li Min's slender jade finger pointed at the cavalry who were roaring and killing on the battlefield, but Li Min's plain tone contained a hint of piercing murderous intent.

However, upon hearing her words, everyone in the stands was stunned.

Mr. Wu An...isn't he a martial artist?

Could it be that he secretly switched to [Military Path]?

No, even if you switch to [Army], it will take at least several years to build a strong army!

But when everyone had question marks on their faces, Zhao Yinshun showed a smile of joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you, senior sister."

Thank you for the gifts of nature.

No, thank you, senior sister, for the gift!

"…………"

The exchange between the senior sister and brother made everyone around them say they couldn't understand.

What does it mean to leave it to you?

What does thank you mean?

Are we talking about the same thing?

But from Wu Anjun's innocent and joyful smile, everyone really felt the excitement and joy from deep in their hearts.

It seemed that what Her Royal Highness the Princess "entrusted" to him was not a whole battalion of bloody and brutal alien cavalry, but a gift that he had long cherished.

"By the way, do they still have reserve troops?"

"Well, although they only had one battalion in both battles, they have more than 1,500 people in total. Now they have won two great victories at the cost of dozens of casualties and hundreds of wounded. Their morale is high, and their overall combat strength has not dropped but has increased.

…”

"Then give them half a month to recuperate. After half a month, I want them to mobilize all their troops to fight me!"
To be continued...