Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Until the army departed, the rolling shadow was submerged in the midst of the haunted sergeant, never to be seen again, A Zhao returned from the force.

Did Lingxiao just kiss her?

“What's the status?” She looked at the marshmallow a little bit.

It's just that he was too calm and calm before the rolling, and Azhao didn't realize that he had such thoughts about himself.

And the point is...

“I'm a man now! ”

Azhao is sad: Is it true that the man who owns this world likes men?

What about her?

The marshmallows thought about it and thought about it before honestly saying: “This is an out-of-the-box question, and marshmallows don't. ”

Zhao: “...”

“But the marshmallows know that whether Azhao is a man or a woman, whether the male owner likes a man or a woman, he always falls in love with someone who will only be you.” The marshmallows said with certainty.

Zhaofox wondered: “How do you know? ”

Marshmallow: “System intuition, you know? ”

Zhao: “...”

Why does that sound familiar?

……

Ten days later, Azhao in the Imperial City received a rolling medal.

The rules in the text, detailing the arrangements in the military, are no longer superfluous beyond the addition of an official greeting.

As if the man who suddenly kissed her for half a day wasn't him!

A Zhao snorted and returned to a regular handbook as well.

By the time Lingxiao received the letter from Jingzhong, he had already made a deal with Huns once.

Big win.

He opened the letter and looked at His Majesty's cold pen, bitter inside.

His Majesty must have annoyed himself.

Blame him for being too impulsive.

But he doesn't regret it.

If I were to do it again, I would think: I would kiss again.

He carefully stacked the paper and placed it close to him, looking to the north with a cold eye.

Just a moment.

Wait until all the new crossbows are built.

When the Huns taste the price!

Another month.

In the mid autumn festival, the first festival since the death of the first emperor, the palace feast was extremely lively.

In the news of the Northwest, General Ling led the army against Hun Nu and captured Nu Hadro, Prince of Hun Nu II, alive.

The matter was subsequently documented by the Historian: The Emperor was pleased to hear the news and ordered to sacrifice the flag with the blood of Prince Hun.

In another half month, General Ling led Sergeant Daqi in a frontal confrontation with the elite army of Huns, defeated Huns, exterminated 20,000 elites of Huns, and took 7,000 prisoners alive.

For the first time, he sought peace with Daqi as a weak person and demanded that Daqi send the princess to Hungarian slaves and relatives.

When the news reached the hall, the two factions had to quarrel.

One side believed that it was time to continue fighting, that Hungarians had endangered the border for hundreds of years, and that they had killed an unknown number of Daqi people. In the past, they fought with each other in the downwind, only to seek peace, and now it is time to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

The other side believes that war can be avoided if it is avoided. At this juncture, we are well placed to negotiate terms with Huns, such as entering into decades of non-aggression treaties, and even asking them to bow down and show my grandeur stature.

“A deal? Demonstrate the grandeur?” Azhao smiled.

She clapped her hands and presented one thing to the waiter.

“Read.”

The chapel calmed down, leaving only the sharp voice of the inner waiter echoing in the hall.

“In two years of Keifu Daqi, Wang Zuoxian of Hun Nu led the army into the ancient county, massacred 13,000 civilians, took 3,000 women and children as slaves, and 20,000 soldiers died in battle. ”