After the prince was reborn, he forced me to marry him and took me into the East Palace

But when Shen Zhaixing took Gu Jingheng to the entrance of the cave, he found that Gu Jingheng's hands and Nan Yuan's hands were tightly clasped together, and their wrists were tied into a knot with a hairband.

Shen Zhaixing: "..."

He was stunned for a moment, then began to untie the hairband between them.

But after trying for a long time, he still couldn't solve it.

Even after they were untied, Gu Jingheng's hand was still tightly clenched on Nan Yuan's. If he wanted to separate the two completely, he would have to cut off one of their hands.

Although Shen Zhaixing looked down on Nan Yuan, he would not really cut off the hand of a young girl.

After thinking for a moment, he gave up. Nan Yuan looked quite thin and weak, so the rope should not be broken.

"Gu Jingheng, ah, Gu Jingheng, I am so unlucky to have a brother like you."

Gu Jingheng had calculated all his thoughts accurately and cut off all his escape routes, so he was convinced.

But even though he complained, he still untied the ropes and tied Nan Yuan in with him.

Then he led the two men to the cave entrance and fired whistling arrows.

"call out--"

As Mingdi took off, the rope was tightened little by little, and Gu Jingheng and Nan Yuan slowly rose.

Shen Zhaixing was exhausted when he finished all this. He sat on the ground gasping for breath, and the wound on his shoulder where the arrow pierced was aching slightly.

But he laughed out loud, Gu Jingheng, at least I didn't kill you because of my underestimation of the enemy.

……

On the cliff.

The chief looked at his master and a girl who were tied together with ropes and fell into deep thought.

What is Lord Shen doing? Why is he tying the master and a girl together?

"Chief, what should we do now?" asked a subordinate.

The leader glanced at his subordinates, then looked up at the sky. His master had too many injuries and might not be able to make it back to the capital for medical treatment.

The nearest thing to this side is the military camp where the rebels have not yet been pacified.

"Take the master back to the barracks."

The subordinate obeyed the order and went forward to untie the ropes, but unexpectedly found that Gu Jingheng and Nan Yuan were holding hands tightly together.

"Chief, this..."

"Take them back together."

The leader led most of the people to take Gu Jingheng and Nan Yuan back to the military camp, leaving two people here to continue weaving ropes to rescue Shen Zhaixing.

-

In front of the military camp.

The sky was bright and the sun was high in the sky.

In front of the military camp, the two armies were facing each other like two giant dragons, and the atmosphere was depressing and suffocating.

Nan Jiamu was riding a tall horse, with a neat and orderly group of cavalrymen behind him, their armor flashing a cold light in the sun.

There was a bloody head on the tip of Nan Jiamu's gun. It was the head of Li Mu's nephew Li Youning. His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

Nan Jiamu raised his head high and said in a loud and cold voice: "Li Mu, look who this is!"

Li Mu's eyes were red with anger as he looked at the head in Nan Jiamu's hand in disbelief.

He didn't want to believe it, but the facts were right in front of him and he had no choice but to believe it.

That was his Ning'er, the child he loved as his own, but he died at the hands of Nan Jiamu, and he even put him on the tip of a gun to challenge him!

"Hahahaha!" Li Mu laughed loudly towards the sky. His laughter was sad, angry and shrill, as if he was crazy.

His Ning'er is gone just like that...how can he not feel pain?

"You killed Ning'er, I want you to be buried with me!"

After saying this, Li Mu suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist and shouted to the soldiers beside him: "All soldiers, listen to my order, capture Nan Jiamu for me!"

"Yes!" All the soldiers responded in unison.

For a moment, the shouting and screaming were deafening, making people panic.

Nan Jiamu frowned and exerted force with his palm. The bloody head immediately slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. As the soldiers charged, it was trampled under the horses' hooves and could no longer be recognized.

"kill!"

Nan Jiamu waved the reins and led the cavalry behind him, rushing towards the army in front.

The cavalry galloped, and their hooves trampled the soil, making a heavy and thick sound.

The two armies fought, swords collided, and sparks flew.

The battle soon became intense.

"General, General, there are too many enemy troops and our casualties are heavy!" A guard stumbled to Li Mu, his face pale.

Li Mu's face turned even uglier when he heard this. He clenched his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Keep fighting. No matter what, I must take down Nan Jiamu's head to commemorate Ning'er!"

Li Mu was a general who was both wise and brave, and was good at judging the situation. However, at this moment he was too sad, and even though he knew he would definitely lose this time, he still stubbornly wanted to give it a try.

His Ning'er died just like that, he would never let it go!

"Yes." The guard agreed and returned to the battlefield again.

Li Mu held the long sword, standing in place, looking at the cavalry fighting in front of him, his face was ashen, his eyes were deep and sinister: "Nan Jiamu, I will make you pay with your life, even if it means fighting to the last drop of blood!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed into the battle circle with a long sword in hand.

Nan Jiamu's armor reflected dazzling golden light in the sun, making his delicate face even more handsome.

However, there was a strong sense of hostility and murderous determination between his brows, and his whole body exuded a strong aura of danger, as if he was a sharp sword in the dark night, capable of piercing through everything at any time.

Nan Jiamu’s goal was very simple - to kill him completely and not give him the slightest chance to counterattack.

In the sunshine, cavalry galloped forward, war drums beat, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

In just an incense stick of time, the cavalry led by Nan Jiamu had gained the upper hand.

"Li Mu, surrender. I can promise you that I will leave you with an intact body!"

"Even if you don't want to think about yourself, you should think about the brothers who have been guarding the border with you for more than ten years. They should have been the bravest soldiers and respected. But because of you, they were labeled as rebels, and even their families can't hold their heads up."

"Brothers of the Black Armor Army, I know you are not afraid of death, but you should also think about your parents, wives and children! You hope that they will become the object of ridicule because of you. Do you have the heart to see them being spit on?"

"Why don't you lay down your weapons and surrender, or turn around and join our army, pick up your swords and help me capture the rebel Li Mu, and I will count it as meritorious service for you!"

Hearing Nan Jiamu's hand, many of the soldiers behind Li Mu began to waver, and their movements to kill the enemy became slower.

Li Mu's eyes were red and full of hatred. He said hoarsely, "Nan Jiamu, stop disrupting the morale of our army!"

After saying that, he shouted behind him: "Kill Nan Jiamu, and I will take you back to Saibei and ensure that you will be rich and prosperous!"

Nan Jiamu curled his lips and smiled, saying, "Do you want to live a life of shame and humiliation as a rebel, or do you want to die on the battlefield like a soldier?"

"Every one of you who followed me to capture the bandit leader Li Mu, if you die, you will be honored for your bravery and respected by generations to come; if you live, I will consider you to have redeemed your sins and write off what you did today!"