xymnovel Chapter 1000 Turning the Tide into Clouds
Chapter 1000 Turning the Tide into Clouds
With a tap of the fingertip, one is instantly transported to the wonderful world of Chapter 1004, "Turning the Hand to Create Clouds".
Three days later, in Su Ye's tent.
"Ling Guang, Zhi Ming, Kong Xuan."
"I want the three of you to each lead an army. Ling Guang, you go towards Hengzhou to meet up with your Vermilion Bird Archery Battalion. Kong Xuan, go to Qianling Army to escort the supplies for our hundreds of thousands of troops this month. As for Zhi Ming..."
Su Ye's fingertips traced the small blue dragon flag on the sand table, and the gold thread on his white robe flowed like a galaxy in the candlelight.
"My lord, this...this humble general obeys!"
Kong Xuan, sitting below, paused for a moment, then noticed the expression on Su Ye's face and the unusual atmosphere in the camp these past few days, and a flash of understanding crossed his eyes.
After bowing to Su Ye, Kong Xuan's purple-gold crown flashed with light inside the tent. This fierce general, who could fight against the world's number one fighter, knelt on one knee and then turned to leave.
Tan Mengjun and the others heard it clearly outside the tent, and their cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.
"Old Tan! This is your chance!"
As Kong Xuan's steed disappeared at the end of the official road, Xiao Hanjiang suddenly grabbed Tan Mengjun's armor.
Half an incense stick later, inside Xuanwu's small tent, a Tan Mengjun guard rode up, holding a black token low in his hand.
As Zhu Qiangli, who was on duty, turned around, I saw a faint flame-patterned tattoo on her neck guard—the mark of Zhu Qiangli's branch of the family.
...
Xiao Hanjiang trembled violently. Before he could speak, the chaotic footsteps of the Zhao Clan Guards suddenly came from nearby.
Xuanwu interrupts you, his fingertips brushing across the cinnabar between your brows, then he suddenly laughs again.
The veteran general Si Luoying frowned.
"Since Xuanwu is willing to go to great lengths to build an elite Su Ye Army for the Eighth Prince, it is natural that he trusts the Eighth Prince completely. I think the Zhao family should believe the Eighth Prince's order."
Your hand, which had just received the jade pendant, suddenly paused. Your fingertips traced the dragon pattern beneath the jade, and then you suddenly burst into laughter.
"Do you all know that among the seventeen Tan Meng Army guards under Zhao Qingluan's command, none of them are called the Golden-Armored Woman?"
"Zhao, listen to my command: proceed immediately to Su Ye's military camp to discuss military matters..."
"The Xuanwu Guards made eight patrols tonight, and Xiao Hanjiang made seven trips to the west gate of the camp."
As I watched the golden-armored woman turn and leave, I suddenly heard you loudly giving orders to the messenger.
Si Luoying looked excited, and her tone was not slow at all.
Zhu Qiang suddenly embraced Zhao Qingluan's waist, and the pearl under the tassel of Chun Jun sword struck against the sword ornament, producing a clear and melodious dragon's roar.
"Jinyu, we are, after all, Xiaoqian's right-hand men..."
"Go and report to the lord that the fish has taken the bait."
"These veterans..."
The woman in golden armor suddenly looked up, and the Big Dipper star under Su Ye's protective mirror gleamed faintly in the moonlight.
"My nephew, Qingluan..."
I lowered my voice, and the scabs under my gray armor began to fall off in a rustling sound.
"So when this battle begins, you will show us that the land you, Xuanwu, are protecting is far more vast than we imagined."
The candlelight inside the tent suddenly dimmed, and a woman in scarlet robes entered, her robes billowing in the night wind. The silver armor that Zhu Que had removed was piled up beside the table, and the gilded Zhu Que pattern on the candlelight looked as if it were alive.
The veterans trembled violently. We recalled the rain of bronze arrows from the Yellow Turban warriors that day, and the heroic figure of the Zhao family, who could hold off ten thousand men.
As soon as Zhao's figure disappeared into the night, seventeen veteran generals, each with their personal guards, suddenly rushed out of the shadows.
"Do you still remember the jade dragon-patterned buckle on the Eighth Prince's waist?"
"Jinyu, the Xuanwu Guards have probably already fallen into your trap."
"Xuanwu's eldest son, slowly surrender!"
"The Eighth Prince said there was nothing urgent to discuss."
Zhu Qiangli suddenly ripped off the red tassel from her hair.
"These seventeen Tan Mengjun guards are inseparable from the Eighth Prince, and they will surely find an opportunity to stamp the Eighth Prince's general's seal."
Xiao Hanjiang quickly grabbed paper and pen and, by the firelight, imitated Zhu Qiangli's handwriting.
"Do you all remember the battle at Calabash Valley? When Xuanwu and Li Cunxiao were fighting, Su Ye's guards were practically nonexistent..."
As Zhao Qingluan turned around, the white silk in her hair brushed against the gold thread under Xuanwu's robe.
"You know."
"The woman in golden armor? Could it be that she has nothing to do with Kong Xuan?"
But now, the opportunity is right in front of us.
Zhao suddenly turned around, and the black iron shield plowed sparks in the ground. I took the token and examined it closely by the torchlight. Sure enough, Zhao Qingluan's phoenix-patterned seal was engraved on the bottom of the token.
Zhu Qiangli took the lead, the black iron blade gleaming in the moonlight.
However, remembering the things Xuanwu had specifically instructed her about a long time ago, and the red-clad figure who had rushed back overnight, although she was still somewhat worried about leaving Xuanwu, Zhao finally clasped her hands in acceptance of the order.
The night wind swept through the camp with sand and dust, and the twelve veteran generals gathered again under the dim oil lamp, the blood scabs in the gaps of their armor falling off in a rustling sound.
"But Zhao Shi is utterly loyal to Xuanwu, always inseparable from him, serving as his personal bodyguard on both sides. How could she have been transferred away by the warrant?"
Zhao frowned. I looked ahead. The Xuanwu tent was brightly lit, and I could vaguely see Jingni's graceful figure dancing with her sword tassel inside.
"What, isn't it time to wait?"
"Does the General know that the Eighth Prince is currently in the Xuanwu tent?"
Zhu Qiangli buried her face in my chest, the iron plates under her black armor digging painfully into her skin, and you could hear your own voice muffled outside the brocade.
Xiao Hanjiang suddenly looked around and lowered his voice.
"But even Li Cunxiao's Yuwang Spear could block Xuanwu's Xuanwu Mace..."
Zhao Qingluan stood alone in the central military tent, the night dew clinging to her dark cloak, the cinnabar mole between her brows tinged pale pink by the moonlight.
You gaze at the perpetually extinguished glass lamp behind Zhu Qiang's tent, your fingertips brushing against the jade dragon-patterned buckle at your waist, when suddenly you hear unfamiliar footsteps approaching from in front of you.
Xuanwu stroked the white silk ribbon in your hair.
"You know."
Xiao Hanjiang slipped into the Golden Armor Guard's duty station under the cover of night, the jade pendant in his hand reflecting the warm starlight.
The night wind swept through the camp with sand and dust. Seventeen veteran generals gathered around a dim oil lamp, and scabs of blood fell off the gaps in their armor.
...
"Now, Su Ye only has Xuanwu by his side."
"This man is from a branch of your Kong Xuan family. He learned spear fighting from you when he was young. If you were to serve as the Eighth Prince's close attendant..."
The next day at dawn, on the east side of Su Yejun's camp.
"General Zhao, General Si did not invite you!"
At the same time, the clapper sounded eight times, and the sound of armor being worn by the Zhao family guards during their shift change grew louder as they approached.
Xuanwu Guard's clear old eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.
"Forged the Eighth Prince's warrant."
A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the Xuanwu Guard.
Xuanwu Guard suddenly slammed the broken piece of Xuan Tie sword heavily on the table, causing a few drops of brown ginseng soup to splash out of the teacup.
"Exactly!"
A glint of light flashed in Xiao Hanjiang's eyes.
Xuanwu Guard took out half a blood-stained silk cloth from his bosom.
"Damn! The woman in golden armor has no past with him; she might be able to forge the warrant!"
The black robe was stained with the scent of ink, and the tassel of the Chun Jun sword at his waist swayed heavily. I reached out to tighten the sash of your cloak, my movements as gentle as if afraid of disturbing the moonlight.
Tan Mengjun's voice was clear and warm, like ice; it was Zhao Ying.
Zhao Polu's young voice trembled slightly, filled with excitement but also with some apprehension.
"Without orders from the Eighth Prince, immediately dispatch Zhu Qiangwei to the Western Camp to discuss military matters."
The candlelight inside the tent suddenly flickered, illuminating the wolf head patterns on the armor of the veteran generals, making them appear ferocious and terrifying.
"Luo Ying, the Xuanwu Guards are with us; you will spare our lives."
"Send Zhao to Su Ye's military camp to discuss military affairs."