Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 431 The Addition of Sunset Kingdom (1)

She draped herself in her clothes, leaning against the window, watching outside for a long time, not noticing when the sky had already brightened.

"Your Majesty, it is time for morning assembly." Yingsu reminded the Empress softly only when it was nearly time.

Blinking her dry eyes, Feng Xuxu sighed almost inaudibly, turned around, started her morning washing, changed into the Phoenix Robes, and was carried by eight men in her palanquin to Jinluan Hall for the morning assembly.

At the Marshal Camp on the Western Frontier.

Dugu Chen, his eyes bloodshot, was explaining the map before him while the vice generals seated below him listened intently to the Emperor’s deployment of troops. After a short while, urgent sounds of military drums began to echo from the outside.

"Have you all remembered what I’ve told you?" Dugu Chen, hearing the rapid and consecutive beats of the drums, looked up at the vice generals.

"We have heard clearly," the vice generals responded, their voices loud, their faces filled with a fierce resolve.

Dugu Chen, satisfied with their state, nodded, "Go then, I await your victorious return."

"Yes, Marshal," the men bowed with fists clenched, leaving the tent one by one, heading to rally the troops and rush to their respective positions according to the Marshal’s recent instructions.

General Hu Liujin ordered the soldiers guarding Cheng to open the city gate, and he himself led his men to leave the city and confront the enemy.

"Hahaha, Hu Liujin? Are there no more people left in Xueyan that they send out a tiny child like you to face the battle?" Hou Wei, mounted on his warhorse, started mocking when he saw a man less than seven feet tall coming out to meet him, and upon closer inspection, realized it was Hu Liujin, he couldn’t help but sneer internally.

Hu Liujin hated most when people scoffed at his short stature. Hearing his shortcoming being pointed out straight away, he grew angry, his face turning the color of iron as he pointed his broadsword at Hou Wei, "Hmph, a traitor like you has no right to lecture me. Today, I’ll let you taste my Soul Lock Blade."

"A defeated underling daring to address himself as ’I’ before this Marshal is truly overestimating himself. Since I have defeated you once, I can surely defeat you again," Hou Wei, his face flushed with anger, raised his long spear, and began trotting his warhorse in place.

The vice general behind Hou Wei, Fen Qingqiang, stepped up lightly on his horse, "Marshal Hou, let me handle this child. Please wait here for the good news."

Hou Wei glanced at Hu Liujin and nodded slightly, "Alright, but be cautious of his broadsword. It appears ordinary, but in fact it weighs a hundred pounds and its edge is extremely sharp—be careful."

Fen Qingqiang nodded, "Rest assured, Marshal, I will surely bring his head to you to kick it like a ball."

Hou Wei, grinning, let out a shallow laugh, "Go on, I look forward to your good news."

"Yes, Marshal."

Fen Qingqiang, excited to finally have a chance to show his abilities, thought about letting the Crown Prince of Mingyi Country see he was not just a dog that hid behind Hou Wei.

"Hu Liujin, today I shall encounter your Soul Lock Blade." He rode forward, his great axe swinging fiercely in advance.

Hu Liujin snorted coldly, charging forward on his warhorse as well. The two quickly began exchanging blows, their heavy weapons clashing in mid-air, emitting screeching sounds with sparks flying every now and then. Axe against broadsword, neither could gain the upper hand, both panting heavily as they separated. Seeing this, Hou Wei immediately waved his hand, and his soldiers, weapons in hand, charged forward rapidly. Hu Liujin waved his sleeve, and his soldiers, with an overwhelming momentum, also rushed into the fray.

The soldiers from both sides engaged in battle, with Hu Liujin keeping a close eye on Fen Qingqiang. As he watched his soldiers fight below, Hu Liujin spurred his warhorse and went all-out, his broadsword creating gusts of wind. With a swing, in Fen Qingqiang’s astonished gaze, he ended his life—a bloody head rolling on the ground.