Chen Ping's Sword

Enjoying wealth is possible, but if there are any other thoughts, don’t even think about it.

For a prince accustomed to power and with various ambitions, this was undoubtedly unacceptable.

Therefore, he was very likely to secretly send trusted people, turning open power into covert, hiding troops within various prefectures.

When the Beizhou Hu Cavalry invaded, he might secretly be quite pleased, and early on, in the name of Jinghai, lead his elite forces to the coastal areas of Ling Mountain, set up camp, naturally for this very day.

The people silently calculated, and found out that under King Jinghai’s command, the troops suddenly became over two hundred thousand.

The cavalry alone might have fifty thousand.

Such a large army, controlled by the prince known as the best at warfare in the southern region, should not be underestimated in combat power.

Chen Ping even suspected that, barring the factor of the Grandmaster, King Jinghai’s forces alone could fight the ten thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry of Beizhou to the death, and might not necessarily lose.

Because, in the rumors, this King Jinghai was considered a famous general in the world, undefeated in his lifetime battles.

"He intends to clear a path, camp by the seaside, gather provisions and horses, quietly waiting for the situation in Jiangnan to calm down. But, on what basis does he assume the Beizhou Barbarians won’t attack those two hundred thousand troops, only to watch him bide his time on the sidelines?"

Chen Ping went to the Ling Mountain Prefecture once but did not see King Jinghai Ji Changlie.

However, from the actions of his generals, it can be seen.

This person is certainly proud and ambitious.

Perhaps he believes his forces are strong, and the Hu People would not dare to attack him.

"This..."

Shang Zhen hesitated for a moment, looked at Chen Ping’s expression, and gritted his teeth saying, "There is a piece of news that hasn’t been proven true, but has spread throughout the Three Prefectures."

"Speak!"

Chen Ping’s expression remained unchanged, he said calmly.

The three prefectures have become so miserable already, what worse news could there be?

Those three hundred thousand refugees fleeing south must be rescued.

The previous plan of deploying a large array in the Xingqing Prefecture area to resist the Hu Cavalry seems to need some revision, just unsure if these generals can face off directly against the Rushing Wolf Cavalry.

The riders of the Rushing Wolf Cavalry, riding fierce Black Wolves, are hardly slower than horses, meanwhile being fearsome beasts themselves. In cavalry confrontations, they are bound to have the upper hand.

"It is heard that this time, with ten thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry heading south, the Fourth Prince of Beizhou Yuwen Hao is coming personally, and has also issued a proposal to marry King Jinghai’s Little Commandery Princess Mingyue. King Jinghai has even accepted the betrothal gifts."

Shang Zhen said hesitantly.

"What?"

The crowd was suddenly shocked.

Just then, Chen Ping’s hands pressing on the table began to tremble subtly against his control.

The long wooden table seemed like fine sand, collapsing into a heap with a crash.

All the generals stood up.

"I am willing to lead ten thousand riders, to personally slay Yuwen Hao and save three hundred thousand civilians."

Baimei General Mei Yu thunderously volunteered, bowing his head.

"I am willing to lead five thousand riders into the Three Prefectures and bring back Yuwen Hao’s head."

The Vermilion Bird General also loudly requested to be assigned.

"I am willing to go..."

"I am willing to go!"

In an instant, the voices of those volunteering for the mission were incessant.

Cui Huchen stepped forward representing the Cui Family.

The saying goes, when the lord is humiliated, the minister must die.

Now, in the southern realm, everyone knows Chen Ping rose to fame in a battle, escorting the Little Commandery Princess under the pursuit of the Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou, through countless battles, and thereby gained prominence.

No matter what he personally thinks.

The world would believe that Little Commandery Princess Mingyue and the righteous young Xia Tian Qi, are inseparable, weathering hardships together, destined by fate.

Moreover, in the public, many absurd little stories have spread.

Especially as Chen Ping’s power grows stronger, and his achievements become more impressive, little books at bookstores have started circulating secretly.

Under such circumstances, the news spread that the Fourth Prince of Beizhou seeks to marry Little Commandery Princess Mingyue.

Oddly enough, King Jinghai Ji Changlie agreed.

This is not merely a slap in the face.

Rather, it is like trying to place a green hat forcefully on Chen Ping’s head.

"Why are you all so agitated? Don’t worry, sit down, all sit down."

Chen Ping laughed heartily, pressing his palm in a calming gesture.

He clearly laughed, laughed warmly.

However, the attendees in the hall, even Xiaoru who normally is nonchalant and carefree, felt a heavy heart, as if a mountain has weighed down, making it hard to breathe.

"Cui Huchen."

"I am here."

The elderly white-haired man trembled in spirit and quickly responded with a cupped fist gesture.

"Can you personally lead thirty thousand cavalry and one hundred thousand infantry to deploy the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array, sealing off the southern passage?"

"Unless they step over my corpse, I will not let a single Hu People, a single Black Wolf enter the Xingqing Prefecture territory."

Cui Huchen spoke firmly, showing no hesitation this time.

He vaguely understood Chen Ping’s intentions.

"Senior sister, this time, I rely on you to lead ten thousand cavalry and thirty thousand infantry, to guard the Qingjiang River area. If the East Wood Army attacks, hold the cities firmly, don’t engage in field battles."

"Junior brother..." Han Xiaoru’s eyes were filled with concern.

"Follow orders."

"Yes."

Chen Ping took a deep breath.

"Senior uncle, master, the matter of guarding Xingqing Prefecture, I rely heavily on you. Shang Yinzhang needs to deploy scouts for detailed reconnaissance of Youjing’s movements. Although the True Martial King should logically not let loved ones suffer while enemies rejoice, with Ji Family Ji Changlie’s actions already taken, we must take precautions against any opportunistic actions."

"Don’t worry, currently in Xingqing Prefecture, everyone shares the same heart, and with sufficient troops and provisions, even if Youjing’s forces mobilize, they won’t cross the thunder pool half a step for a short time."

Han Wushang gazed calmly.

He has now achieved Great Success in Primordial Golden Body, with his own strength, even facing a Grandmaster Unity Realm, he can trade ten moves or more.

Not to mention, the disciples and elders of Primordial Sect, all have significantly increased in power, with even just these dozens of people equivalent to tens of thousands of soldiers. If anyone attempts city stealth, it’s simply courting death.

"General Xiao, General Yu, General Mei, you three each lead five thousand elite cavalry, follow me to battle in the Three Prefectures. This mission prioritizes slaying Hu People, attacking enemy’s supporting forces, to save the civilians."

Chen Ping’s words were full of killing intent, and it seemed like mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared in his eyes.

"Wrapped in horsehide, never resting until death."

The generals Xiao Tong and others solemnly accepted, with eyes blazing with fiery determination.

They were originally part of the East Wood Army, following Jiang Yuanhao in rebellion.

Rebels, without exception, are ordinary civilians who have been oppressed, risking their lives for a better future.

Such people have more empathy for impoverished civilians, and greater hatred for the brutal acts of the Beizhou Barbarians.

Hearing Chen Ping appoint them to accompany him in the battle, they naturally understood that this mission is not truly about saving people or breaking King Jinghai’s secret agreement with the Beizhou Barbarians, but purely aimed at killing.

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