After rebirth, I became a national teacher

They swarmed around Yan Qingzhi and looked at him excitedly:

"Sir, it turns out that the one you are loyal to is really a god!"

"Your loyalty is well worth it, it's worth following this boss!"

Yan Qingzhi also knew that he had made the right bet this time.

The original tension, anxiety, and despair all turned into gratitude for surviving the disaster and satisfaction for winning the bet.

He stroked his beard proudly, coughed lightly and said:

"Okay, the God has rewarded us with elixir. Let's drink some water to relieve our fatigue."

As he said this, he asked someone to go to the kitchen to get a pot of warm water. He poured the elixir into the pot of water with some reluctance and gave everyone a cup to drink.

As the water mixed with elixir went down their throats, everyone felt instantly refreshed; the cold, hunger and fatigue all disappeared.

"It is indeed the elixir bestowed by the gods. Its efficacy is truly extraordinary..."

Everyone was curiously sharing the magical feelings they had after taking the magic water and were full of longing for the future.

Being labeled a traitor is nothing. Their leader is a god, the master of destiny. Sooner or later, the throne of the Wei Dynasty will be passed to someone else.

And those who are loyal and serve will also rise to high positions and achieve success and fame.

From the moment the abbot appeared in the room, there were constant sounds of excited humming and the sound of chains hitting the ground when someone was struggling.

Yan Qingzhi knew who sent it.

But he just pretended not to hear.

When all the believers were in danger, the most capable Duke Dingguo just stood by and watched. Now that he sees the master of the temple returning safely, he must be regretting it. Unfortunately, it's too late.

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More than thirty imperial guards supported each other and came to the outside of the government office.

Some of them had bloody heads, some had bloody noses, some had broken arms, some had fractured coccyx, some were unlucky enough to have a bloody hole pierced by their companions' knives, and some had all of the above.

In short, it describes being extremely embarrassed.

The commander of the imperial guards, who commanded two thousand soldiers, was pacing back and forth in front of the government office, looking inside anxiously from time to time.

Yan Qingzhi held hostage many dignitaries in the Southern Capital, as well as the imperial envoy. He did not dare to rashly bring in a large number of soldiers to anger him.

If anything happened to these hostages, his career would be over.

Seeing the miserable state of the imperial guards and the terrified looks on their faces, he immediately frowned.

"What happened in there?"

The thirty or so soldiers he had just sent in were all elite soldiers among the imperial guards. They were the best in terms of both strength and reaction speed.

It has only been a short period of time, and these elite soldiers are all either injured or disabled.

"Commander, it is the Lord of Du'e who has returned..."

With fear on their faces, they reported to him what had just happened and the warning from the Lord Du'e.

The commander of the imperial guards frowned even deeper:

"Humph, the demon is so arrogant that he even threatened to take my head!"

He is not like the ordinary fools who believe in all kinds of monsters and demons.

In his opinion, the so-called God of Du'e was just a being that His Majesty specially placed on the altar in order to wash away the bad reputation.

Maybe he really has some skills.

But I only have some skills.

After all, if he was really as powerful as a god, he would not be labeled a traitor and return to Nandu in disgrace.

He firmly believed that the reason why the elite troops he sent out suffered heavy losses was mainly because they did not have enough people and their firepower was not dense enough.

"Then let her try. Let's see whether she dies on the spot or I lose my head!"

As he spoke, he ordered his men to form a formation and surround themselves with layers of shields, making it airtight.

On the periphery of the army were soldiers with long swords, archers, and musketeers.

The army formation of a thousand people was like a hedgehog covered with sharp thorns. Once anyone got close to it, they would be shot into a sieve by the dense firepower and arrows.

The deputy commander felt that his plan was foolproof, and he immediately ordered another thousand men to attack the government office and lure the God of Du'e into the trap.