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Walpole suddenly slipped, but fortunately the soldier behind him reacted quickly and immediately steadied him. Walpole's face was as pale as paper, and he said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I'm seriously injured and I'm afraid I can't do this task. Then I'll leave this to you, the eighth princess."

"Hurry up and take General Walpole back to rest!" Steele was confused, but still had a standard smile on his face. He ordered his men to send Walpole back to the barracks to rest. As for himself, he stayed where he was to receive the mysterious eighth princess.

"There's no need for you guys! Tomorrow I will bring my big sword, and I can chop off that black man's head with one sword!" said the eighth princess confidently.

"That's great!" Steele's smile seemed a little stiff.

"Don't you believe me?" Seeing that Steele's smile was rather stiff, the Eighth Princess frowned slightly.

"How dare I! Princess Eight, you are a skilled martial artist, and you have a double to protect you. Who in the world can do anything to you?" Steele replied with a big smile on his face. After that, he turned around and signaled others to follow him to evacuate, leaving Princess Eight standing there alone.

"Don't forget to come and see me off tomorrow! We have to make it lively tomorrow!" The Eighth Princess shouted behind Steele.

"Chief of Staff, did we make a mistake? This woman looks a little silly. Could she really be the Eighth Princess?" Bobby muttered softly after the Eighth Princess left in a very arrogant manner.

"She is the Eighth Princess!" Steele shook his head and felt a headache. Where is the promised army? Why did they only send such a yellow-haired girl, and her head is full of fantasies? I guess she has no actual combat experience. I don't know which idiot on the Empire side is messing around here? ?

As night fell, the north wind howled outside the tent, followed by heavy snow falling.

Both Steele and Walpole looked depressed and sat there sighing.

"Steele, find a chance to run away! Maybe if you run fast, you can save your life." Walpole whispered to comfort him.

"Maybe we really have to hope that the eighth princess can successfully complete the decapitation operation!" Steele remained extremely optimistic.

"It seems that this is the only way!" Walpole did not have much hope that the Eighth Princess could successfully behead the so-called Black Lord.

"How about taking me with you?" Suddenly, Jiabai led a group of people into the tent, and Long Batian, Bobby and others followed in.

"What are you doing? This could cost someone's life!" Steele couldn't help but scold when he saw Jiabai and the others.

"Captain Walpole, Chief of Staff Steele, please allow us to be abrupt."

"And me!" said Walpole lightly.

"Captain?!" Steele's eyes widened in surprise, thinking, aren't you seriously injured and still recovering? How come you are so full of energy now?

"As long as the decapitation operation is successful, the rebels will naturally fall into chaos without their leader. The Eighth Princess's move is not completely impossible! Moreover, if we follow her, we can rescue her in time if she encounters danger. If the Eighth Princess dies, I'm afraid our heads won't be enough to compensate her!" Walpole analyzed in a flat tone.

It sounded quite reasonable. Steele saw that Walpole had made up his mind and knew that it was futile to say more. Besides, he couldn't think of a better solution at the moment, so he nodded helplessly.

The next morning.

Amid the festive atmosphere with people beating drums and gongs and making a lot of noise, the Eighth Princess walked out of the city gate in a heroic manner.