Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Some are happy and some are sad. Li Chengqian is doing everything he can to carry out infrastructure construction in Lingnan. When it is in full swing, Yuchi Jingde is sitting in the large tent of the remnants of the Western Turks with his chin propped up in thought.

"It's wide, it's wide. Are the supply lines too long?"

Shi Kuan wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's not bad. The Anxi Protectorate and the Northern Territory have opened up material supply lines for us. It's equivalent to the Tang Dynasty behind us, on the left and on the right. It's not too big. Not too long."

Wang Yan came in with a bowl of ice water and handed it to Yuchi Jingde, who was a little embarrassed to speak.

"If you fart, let it go!"

Wang Yan scratched his head: "Your Majesty, the battle report has been delayed for a long time. General, do you see it?"

Yuchi Jingde sighed: "Procrastinate any longer, there is no way. Otherwise, Your Majesty will scold me again, and I also have my own selfish motives for chasing this time. What do you think our ball is? It's damn round."

Shi Kuan approached Yuchi Jingde: "General, you mean... we need to circle back to the Tang Dynasty to prove that the earth is round?"

The ice water Yuchi Jingde drank into his mouth sprayed onto Shi Kuan's face in one gulp: "What the hell are you thinking? My son, your commander-in-chief, did you set out to the east? Where are we fighting now? I just want to see if I can meet my miserable son."

Wang Yan poured cold water on him: "General, if I remember correctly, the commander went out to sea."

Yuchi Jingde kicked Wang Yan: "You know a hammer! We, father and son, have the same mind, do you understand? Besides, we want to find that Vladimir's lair anyway, can that William do it? I don’t even know my family.”

Shi Kuan reacted: "General, do you think that William... is he deliberately trying to trick us, or is he trying to lead us somewhere?"

Yuchi Jingde looked at Shi Kuan and then at Wang Yan: "You two, one of you will escort the Khan of the remnants of the Western Turks back, and the other will escort Vladimir back. Sooner or later, you two will be the king of ideas by my side. The idea is to die for."

"Then William is a prince! His mother's majesty's princes are only his age. If you throw him to the north and let him lead the way back, he will recognize a hair! Come on, don't bother me! Just go and get mine if you have nothing to do. The riding boots are polished, and if it still doesn’t work, go to the gangtou camp and help cook!”

At this time, it had been nearly two months since Prince William lost contact with his father, the king. During this period, no news came out, and he had no idea whether he was dead or alive. The old king William had trouble sleeping and eating in his castle.

"Dear King, my lord. I have followed your instructions to notify various city-states of the possible appearance of extremely powerful enemies."

Old King William sat on a velvet throne inlaid with various gems, looking very sad.

As his seventh son, Prince William is his favorite prince. The reason is that none of the first six princes lived to the age of Prince William, and they all died due to various reasons.

"How did they react?"

The attendant wearing a wide-brimmed hat knelt on one knee and put his hand on his chest: "Oh, my king. They hope that you can stand up and lead them to resist the enemy, hold a city-state meeting, and formulate a battle plan."

Old King William's hands gripped the armrests of the throne, his expression very angry: "They believe what I say so easily?! What do they know! They must know!"

After a brief moment of venting his anger, old King William stood up from the throne: "Go and deliver the message and convene a city-state meeting. If you don't show up in half a month without any reason, we will start a war."

On Yuchi Jingde's side, he tied up all the prisoners and leaders he had captured and sent them to the Anxi Protector's Mansion first, and then sent them back to Chang'an by train. Of course, only the leaders could be sent back to Chang'an, and other ordinary warrior prisoners could only be sent back to Chang'an. The land was divided between the Anxi Protectorate and the Western Region Construction Corps and became labor.

Yuchi Jingde had not yet realized that almost all the city-states and countries further to the west would unite to fight against the mighty army of Heaven.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye. Old King William was sitting in the conference hall meeting with the rulers of various city-states. He was nominally sitting on the main seat of the conference hall, and next to him was the king of the Merovingian dynasty, Lord Ke. Lowe.

Old William saw that everyone had arrived, stood up and spread his hands: "Welcome all lords to come here to discuss matters. I believe you have heard the information provided by my attendants. We are in trouble. An extremely powerful empire is attacking us. Expanding, very quickly..."

"Soon! Their claws will reach out to our land, our property, women, and children!"

Old King William changed the subject: "But, before that, I would like to ask if anyone knows the whereabouts of my son, Prince William."

Suddenly, a pin drop could be heard in the chamber, until Clovis cleared his throat: "We can tell you about Prince William's situation. But, you also have something to tell us, right? King William."

Old King William's chest heaved a few times and he waved to the attendant. The attendant quickly presented a beautifully made flintlock gun, as well as black powder in an ox horn and lead shot in a cloth bag.

"They call this a gun, and it relies on igniting gunpowder to push the lead shot out to kill the target."

Everyone present was still sitting, and some even sneered at this so-called "gun." Before anyone could ask about its power, King William spoke first.

"Plate armor and piercing armor can be easily penetrated within a hundred meters."

Almost instantly, everyone stood up and looked at the exquisite firearms placed on the table. Clovis, the lord next to King William, also narrowed his eyes slightly and became interested.

Soon, a slave wearing plate armor and looking like a can was escorted to the meeting hall. King William gracefully loaded the bullet with his hands covered with various gemstone rings.

"Hey!"

The plate armor was penetrated instantly with a huge sound. The slave wearing the plate armor twisted in pain on the exquisite carpet. After just ten seconds, the slave lost his life. The deep red blood dyed the carpet dark red, and the meeting hall The faint smell of blood lingered on everyone's noses.

Everyone got closer to look at the plate armor on the slave. No one cared about the slave's death, all their attention was focused on the hole in his chest that was torn apart by a lead shot.

King William cleaned the barrel of the gun with a clean spear, and wiped the exquisite flintlock gun with a cloth. After cleaning, he handed the gun to the attendant and waved his hand.

The slave who died while trying the gun was carried out by the attendants. King William looked at everyone: "Have you seen it before? Is it awesome?"

The lords of several small city-states were speechless. If King William's army was equipped with these guns, then their city-states would probably... probably be captured and occupied in less than a month.