Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Fang Zheng looked up and gazed around.

On the city wall, there was an unusually large number of guards.

Unsurprisingly, that should be where Li Yuanzhao was.

He knew his limits. As the commander, he wouldn't personally go to the most dangerous areas unless it was a critical moment, only overseeing the battle from a safe zone.

Fang Zheng felt relieved and said to the Jinyi Guard beside him, "Carry the body up and go see His Majesty."

"Zhang Biao, you come up with me and explain the situation to His Majesty."

Zhang Biao agreed. Just as he was about to follow Fang Zheng away, he saw Mode leading a group of generals and translators walking towards him with large strides.

Fang Zheng asked in confusion, "Gentlemen, the battle is urgent. Is there something you need?"

Mode said with a smile, "Lord Marquis is being modest. This city won't have too many troops. Now that the city gate has been breached and the high ground occupied, victory is assured."

"We do have something we want to discuss with you... Who is this hero beside you?"

"Zhang Biao, my guard."

Just a guard!

The generals were astonished. Mode rubbed his hands together and said, "Lord Marquis, I wonder if you could ask your guard to tell us what happened on the city wall just now... If possible, could you ask your guard to come to our country and participate in training our troops?"

"Don't worry! Money is not a problem. We can discuss it!"

Fang Zheng looked embarrassed. Zhang Biao just stared blankly at everyone, looking completely uninterested.

Seeing him so calm, Mode and the others became even more enthusiastic!

What poise! A peerless expert, nothing less!

"Hero, if you are willing to visit our country, I will definitely receive you personally."

"Me too..."

Just then, a pair of large hands pushed through the crowd, and a man with a smiling face squeezed in.

Extending his right hand towards the generals, he said, "Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Tie, I am Zhang Biao's master, a Martial Arts Champion! He was taught by me! You can ask me any questions you have."

"Oh! Hello, hello!"

The crowd shook hands with Zhou Tie perfunctorily, then tacitly pushed Zhou Tie aside and surrounded Zhang Biao again.

"......"

On the periphery of the crowd, Zhou Tie, who had originally wanted to show off, looked as if his parents had died, his face ashen as he stood there.

The excitement belonged to Zhang Biao, he had nothing.

The world was so cruel. These generals only looked at the real achievements before their eyes.

Zhou Tie was like a martial arts master from later generations, with martial arts enthusiasts shouting, I have killing techniques, I am the ancestor of Taekwondo, the ancestor of Muay Thai...

It was like a joke. No one in the professional circle paid them any attention. It was useless to talk big without achievements. Saying too much would only increase ridicule.

Zhou Tie was full of disappointment.

The glory of the past had already left him. Now... he was just an ordinary man with erectile dysfunction.

Another reporter who shared the same plight quietly walked to his side and comforted him softly, "Old Zhou, forget it. We're both like this, what are we still fighting for? It's not like it used to be."

"Do you think I can cure it by taking donkey medicine internally and applying pepper externally?"

...

"Stop arguing! Everyone, stop arguing!" Fang Zheng shouted, raising his hands.

This group of generals was too noisy, annoyingly so.

They didn't even show this much enthusiasm for women!

It seemed that Brother Biao had indeed stimulated them, but now was not the time to argue with them.

"Gentlemen, we can talk later! The battle in the city is busy now. I'm going to report to His Majesty with Zhang Biao. If you are willing to watch the battle, you can follow me to the city wall to watch. We'll talk about the rest later!"

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he grabbed Zhang Biao and walked towards the city without looking back.

On the city wall, Li Yuanzhao stood with his hands behind his back, watching the fierce battle in the city.

Rather than calling it a fierce battle, it was more like a one-sided crushing advance.

The difference in equipment of the enemy troops gave him a particularly strange feeling.

Swords, sabers, bows, and arrows were the standard equipment in war.

But the Great Jing side was using flintlock guns and cannons.

The difference between the two sides was so great that the change in the form of warfare was so clearly displayed before his eyes.

Not only the soldiers, but this city also made him feel unusually backward.

He was observing the situation when Fang Zheng arrived with Zhang Biao.

He immediately said, "Your Majesty, I have important news to report."

Li Yuanzhao pointed to Li Pan's body beside him, "Is it because of him?"

"That's right, this man's name is Li Pan, the eldest son of Prince Wu. I wonder if Your Majesty knows him?"

Li Yuanzhao thought for a moment and nodded, "I should have seen him once when I went to Prince Wu's mansion to play when I was young, but we didn't talk much. I felt he was quite annoying at the time. He didn't seem very smart, and his intelligence was lacking."

Fang Zheng said, "That's right. I have interrogated him. The enemy's strategy is the same as ours, to feign weakness and lure the enemy to attack, preparing for a decisive battle to determine the outcome."

"Heh, heh?" Li Yuanzhao blinked in disbelief, then laughed loudly, "That's good! A meeting of the minds! We'll just follow their lead! It doesn't matter whether the terrain is favorable or not, let them choose! They are truly walking into hell of their own accord!"

"Your Majesty, please be calm," Fang Zheng reminded him. "Prince Wu is a meticulous person who is most capable of forbearance. He will never act rashly without a successful plan."

"He knows the power of firearms. Great Jing developed firearms first, so he won't be careless. Therefore, there is only one possibility for formulating such a strategy: their forces are far superior to ours, using numbers to crush us."

"That's right, that's how it is," Li Yuanzhao said smugly. "But he would never have imagined that firearms are completely different. They only have cannons now, and the limit of what he can imagine is just stronger cannons."

"As long as we are not ambushed by the enemy in terrain like a canyon, what else do we have to worry about now?"

Fang Zheng pointed to Li Pan's body and said, "The problem lies with him. If Prince Wu doesn't see his body, he will definitely be suspicious and then change his strategy."

"Now we have to find a way to bring the body back to Prince Wu's eyes. I wonder if the enemy can take him back if we throw the body into the crowd now?"

Li Yuanzhao pouted and shook his head, "No... it would be trampled to pieces if we threw it down. It's so chaotic now, who would pay attention to a dead person. Oh right, isn't there the Brotherhood? See if there are any Brotherhood people here and let them send the body over."

Fang Zheng was speechless.

He had forgotten about the Brotherhood.

This organization is actually a bit unstable.

Currently, apart from the core members of the Brotherhood, the other members do not know who they are working for.

Finding a member of the Brotherhood is simple, but wanting him to send the body to Sangjak would require some tact and effort.

However, that is the only way at the moment.

"That's right, then let's do that. I'll find someone to arrange this. Also, let's take two more flintlock guns and send them over to him."

"Send guns? What are you sending guns for?" Li Yuanzhao asked in confusion.

"He is a suspicious person and must be constantly guessing our trump cards. Let's reveal a little bit of our hand so he can't sleep well."

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