These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"It's such a pity... It seems they can't be together freely in this world."

"There's nothing to regret; everyone has their own path."

"So what is Senior Brother going to do now?" Su Mi seemed to have finally asked this question.

Looking at the boy holding a sword in the snow, his eyes seemed to be filled with his tall and handsome figure.

A snowflake landed on his high, straight nose and then melted.

The boy reached up and touched the dampness on the tip of his nose, then turned around.

"I want to go and see."

"Just going to take a look?"

Su Mi pouted her red lips, feigning anger.

Wei Tu helplessly spread his hands, "I really just went to take a look. The situation... wasn't my plan, so I guess I can only go and take a look."

The boy's honest words made Su Mi nod.

She turned her head away, then seemed to remember something and said...

"Then I'll wait for you here. After things are over, you can come back with me, or I can stay in Chaoge with you for a while."

"Junior sister, you are so kind."

Wei Tu sighed and said sincerely.

Su Mi stomped her foot angrily, "I think I was too stupid!"

Watching the girl walk into the mountain god temple, Wei Tu gripped the sword in his hand and put it into his Qiankun bag.

We walked towards the depths of the vast snow, towards the city walls that seemed to disappear into the swirling snow.

Chaoge City is right in front of us.

-

"Quickly! Hurry! Surround the Crimson Dragon Camp! Don't let a single bird escape!"

Clad in armor, Chen Ziliang led his troops out of the north gate.

The goal is to swiftly eliminate the only threat to Chaoge City, namely the Crimson Dragon Camp entrenched outside the North Gate.

If this matter is accomplished, then the major issue for the person who should already be in the palace will be settled, because even if he doesn't want to ascend the throne at that point, someone will force him to do so.

Of course, as for why Chen Ziliang, who was already in charge of the Dawn Camp, would do such a thing... it's very simple.

He wanted to go further. Everyone in such a power arena understands that often it's not that they are insatiable or dissatisfied with what they have, but rather that everyone understands that they want to survive better in this kind of place.

Don't become someone else's prey... then you can only climb up step by step until the knife hanging over your neck is in your own hand.

Besides... he didn't have a good relationship with the man in the Crimson Dragon Camp... and the Crimson Dragon Camp was the force that young woman relied on.

Therefore, when an opportunity arises, Chen Ziliang cannot help but seize it, whether in officialdom or on the battlefield.

Seizing opportunities is a soldier's instinct. He will not relinquish the initiative. He is no longer thinking about any way out. Losing his head... there is no room for hesitation.

So he raised his sword.

He shouted at the tightly closed north gate.

"Open the North Gate!"

"Open the door!!"

The soldiers of the Dawn Camp rushed towards the North Gate, as opening the gate from the inside was a fairly simple matter.

Moreover, the entire city of Chaoge is now under their control.

It is estimated that the Red Dragon Camp has not yet received the news, and even if they had received it earlier, it would have been of no use.

Now they have come with the momentum and are well prepared. Facing a group of soldiers who have only just received the news, Chen Ziliang has already considered what will happen next.

It's as easy as chopping melons and cutting vegetables.

"Rumble..."

When the city gate was opened a crack.

Chen Ziliang, mounted on his horse, could hardly contain himself. He raised his broadsword high and shouted.

"Brothers! We've got all the riches and glory in my hands, go and take them back! Kill!!"

Clamp your legs together.

The horse galloped away, with Chen Ziliang almost leading the way.

But what Chen Ziliang saw as he waved his hand was something he never expected...

"Rumble..."

He seemed to hear the sound of thousands of troops galloping, but these sounds didn't seem to be coming from his side, which puzzled him.

However, its leading momentum was unstoppable.

He saw the north gate open and a glimmer of light appear.

At the same time... he saw a bright white.

It wasn't the color of the heavy snow, but rather... a herd of magnificent horses, resembling white dragons, suddenly appeared before him.

It was rushing towards him.

A man sat on horseback, holding a gleaming silver spear and dressed in white armor, like a divine warrior descending from the heavens.

Chen Ziliang was stunned for a moment when he saw the other person.

He knew who the other person was.

Red Dragon Camp Qu Bai.

He wasn't that young; he looked so energetic, yet he was already forty.

But at this moment, he appeared in front of him. He had imagined countless times the scene of facing this man head-on and taking his head, but it seemed impossible for him to achieve it.

He rushed over, his face calm.

Chen Ziliang could no longer think about how he suddenly appeared in front of him, or whether he knew something in advance.

Behind him was his army, or was it just his solitary courage?

He didn't know anymore, he dared not think about it, because at this moment all he could do was pick up his knife and roar.

"Qu Bai!!"

Qu Bai approached from afar and thrust his spear forward.

When the spear pierced through his chest, Chen Ziliang looked astonished. In an instant, he thrust Chen Ziliang into the spearhead and lifted him high.

He stood before the crowd with his spear strapped to his side, and the soldiers following Chen Ziliang immediately stopped, with men and horses falling to the ground.

Nothing is more shocking and almost devastating than seeing a general killed on the battlefield.

They stared in astonishment and fear at the white-robed general who seemed like a divine warrior descended to earth.

Qu Bai raised his spear and coldly surveyed the crowd. Not a single person dared to step forward to avenge their general.

Until Qu Bai coldly shouted.

"Under the emperor's very nose, who dares to cause trouble... This boy is your role model!"

"boom!"

With a flick of his spear, Chen Ziliang's body fell to the ground, landing in front of everyone. The soldier at the front even took a step back in fear.

At the same time, Qu Bai pointed his spear at the soldiers in front of him and roared.

"To repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace, I will lead the Jade Dragon to die for you... Crimson Dragon Camp, kill!"

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

Suddenly, the flag of the Red Dragon Camp was hung on the north gate tower.

The almost overwhelming shouts of killing came from all directions.

The moment the well-trained, armored soldiers filed in and charged into the fray.

The soldiers of the Dawn Battalion finally learned what it meant to be utterly routed.

Qu Bai charged in and out as if possessed by a god of war.

His eyes were fixed on the majestic palace, and he roared as he sped along.

"Kill! Kill your way to the palace!!"

-

"Protect the Emperor!!"

Inside the palace, hundreds of imperial guards quickly gathered in front of the woman dressed in a dragon robe.

They stared resolutely at the elite cavalry soldiers who outnumbered them several times over.

They seemed prepared to die here today.

Ye Yunhen coldly stared at the Imperial Guards in front of him, and also saw Ye Bingluan behind them, who seemed even calmer.

"My foolish sister, is this your plan? You think you can turn the tide with these people? Look at what's behind me... the entire Valiant Cavalry!"

"Ah!"

The elite cavalry consisted of thousands of soldiers, and their morale and discipline at this moment seemed to indicate an overwhelming advantage.

The archers were ready, and the archers below seemed poised to unleash a volley of arrows at any moment.

It goes without saying what the situation will become.

The chances that seem so slim are practically nonexistent.

Ye Bingluan coldly looked at the dark mass of people below, seemingly feeling a sense of pressure herself.

It was an oppressive force, like dark clouds pressing down on the city, threatening to crush it.

Her breathing became somewhat difficult.