His words immediately caused a stir, and his disciples looked at Xu Haifeng's eyes were immediately filled with reverence and fear.

  Master, what a loud and pleasant term it is. For a martial artist, how can they not know the meaning and weight that this term represents?

  The Kuaijianmen of Beidi Cangzhou City, the first sword sect, has always been their pride. In the Jianghu, mentioning the Kuaijianmen is a golden signboard that resonates loudly.

  But when this golden signboard encountered a master, it was even more fragile than a paper paste by three points.

  "Lü Mengzhong indeed has a good eye for talent." Xǔ Hǎifēng said with a calm smile.

  Lü Yang's face changed color several times, finally calming down, forcing a smile, and bowing his head: "This old man didn't know it was General Xu who came in person, I apologize for any offense, please forgive me."

  Xu Haifeng gently waved his hand and said, "Master Lü, no need to be polite." His gaze swept across the horse carriage behind Lü Yangming, and he immediately understood, asking, "Is the Quick Sword Sect also going to abandon its old residence and relocate with all its members?"

  Lü Yangming's face quickly darkened, he opened his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, he only said four words: "No choice."

  Yes, it is these four words that have caused countless people to leave their homes and embark on a vast and unknown journey.

  Xu Haifeng's heart had a slight palpitation, the Xiongnu people were able to smoothly capture the capital, the Cheng family was indeed the culprit, but he and Jiang Kongming could not escape blame.

  For one's own selfish desires, dragging the entire country into a chaotic turmoil... is it worth it?

  He shook his head violently, as if trying to throw off this terrible thought.

  Due to Tang Rou'er's relationship, he and the Crown Prince had already sworn not to coexist. Although on the surface they were harmonious, they both knew that between monarch and subject, a deep and immeasurable chasm had formed. If Liu Zhengqi ascended to the throne as Emperor, this boundless hatred would be enough to drive him to do anything.

  Even if it's for self-protection, for his own family, his own clan, or rather, for his own ever-expanding ambition, he must fight back and break with the Liu family, which is now unavoidable.

  But the cost of doing so is a bit too high.

  Xu Haifeng's expression quickly returned to normal, and the brief loss of composure earlier seemed like just a fleeting illusion.

  "Every time the northern border is at war, our Kuaijian Gate will organize the disciples to go and support. We have a deep blood feud with the Xiongnu Wulin, where there is me and no him. Now that the capital has fallen, and the north is on the verge of collapse, this old man can only..."

  At this point, Lü Yangming suddenly choked with sobs and couldn't continue speaking for a moment. The disciples behind him also had faces full of sorrow, some clenched their fists, if not for the presence of their elders, they would have turned back to fight the Xiongnu people to the death.

  Xu Haifeng suddenly had an urge to coldly scold and reprimand, the old man in front of him although looked grief-stricken, but his heart was devoid of even a hint of sadness. His words were not so much a lamentation of the world's ways, as they were an attempt to elicit sympathy for himself.

  However, what comforted him was that the men behind him were not pretending, but truly angry and unwilling to give up. They were the real hot-blooded men.

  Xu Haifeng's gaze shifted onto Lü Yangming's body, with a hint of profundity, and a faint smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

  Lü Yang's name made him feel a chill in his heart, and he forced a stiff smile on his face, but no matter what, he couldn't bring himself to laugh.

  "Where does Senior plan on going?" Xu Haifeng asked with a seemingly intentional and unintentional tone.

  Lü Yang hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully: "The south."

  "Although the south is peaceful, it's just a temporary stability. If Lord Lü has a mind to, why not let Xǔ Mǒu go with him to Wòlóng City for a trip?" Xǔ Hǎifēng said loudly.

  Lü Yang's eyes lit up, and although Zhang Yifei was his disciple, for him, a dead disciple was nothing compared to his own future wealth and glory. If he could climb up to the position of General Hei Qi Jun, it would be a rare opportunity, but then he thought that the Roman army was also lurking in the west, and Wolong City was also a dangerous place.

  Seeing him hesitate, Xu Haifeng hummed softly and said loudly: "Wealth and honor are sought in danger, doesn't the master of the Lu family have the courage anymore?"

  His voice was extremely high, and not only did Lv Yangming hear it clearly, but his several disciples also heard it clearly, instantly causing a commotion.

  Lü Yangming took a deep breath, just about to speak, when he suddenly heard a faint whispering voice in his ear: "If you're willing to come, the position of martial arts instructor for the Black Flag Army is yours."

  Lü Yang's expression changed, his steel teeth clenched tightly, and he suddenly turned around, shouting loudly at the disciples: "The Xiongnu are powerful, we moved our whole family, that was unavoidable. But to live in hiding, is this not a man's way of life? Now General Xu does not hold past grudges, allowing us to follow the army and make contributions, I will sacrifice my old body for the country, if you have the guts, then follow me westward, if you are timid and fearful, then please leave, just consider this branch of our sect as non-existent."

  All the disciples bowed their heads in unison and shouted: "We wish to follow our master to the West."

  Xu Haifeng's eyes glazed over slightly, and even with his calm demeanor, he was left staring in shock.

  What a cunning old fox he is, an even more cunning old fox than Tong Yifei.

  Western Front, Absolem wore brocade robes, even if he stayed in the military camp, he still maintained his consistent independence.

  "Your Highness, we have been staying here for five whole days." A young and powerful voice echoed heavily in the commander's tent.

  Absolem set down the lapis lazuli cup in his hand and responded casually, asking: "Artuso, has the scout's news been confirmed?"

  "Yes, it has been confirmed. Duan Xing and Xu Haifeng are both not in Wudang City at this time, which is a great opportunity for us to launch an attack."

  The speaker was a young man, extremely handsome, but of a completely different type from Absolem. His body was full of masculinity, and since he had just come from the battlefield in the army, his bare upper body, with a layer of bronze-colored skin, reflected a metallic luster under the sunlight and sweat.

  Like a hunting leopard that chooses its prey and bites, his body was full of strength and thick domineering aura.

  "Wolong City? Isn't the Black Flag Army stationed there?" Abusoren asked with a hint of surprise, his enchanting face displaying a radiant beauty that made Artuso's breathing pause for an instant, and the oppressive atmosphere weakened by three parts.

  "What I command is the brave Second Legion of Caesar, and we will never be intimidated by the armies of the Han." Attuso loudly promised.

  He turned his face, Absolem smiled and asked in a low voice: "You are the most brave and good general among Caesar's younger generation, you must have heard of the battle achievements of the Black Flag Army, what do you think of their combat effectiveness?"

  Artuso's face flushed, fortunately he had just been through intense exercise, so it wasn't noticeable: "If the rumors are true, then we're indeed no match for them in terms of troop quality. But how can such an army exist in this world?"

  "Hush..." Absolem held up a finger, making a silencing gesture, and asked, "And what of the Temple's Holy Knights?"

  Artuso's face turned even redder, and he loudly said: "I admit that the Holy Knights are indeed the world's number one military unit, but they have too few people. If they encounter my second army corps, the ones who will be left alive will definitely be us."

  "How many people?"

  "What?" Prince Arthuso was completely at a loss for words in response to the second prince's nonsensical sentence.

  "Alas... I'm asking you how many people need to be sacrificed in order to achieve the final victory." Absolem let out a sigh, muttering under his breath, "What a big stupid cow." If Artuso had heard that, he probably would have stormed off immediately.

  "Twenty thousand... no, more than thirty thousand people." Atuso hesitated for a moment before answering.

  "Wow..." Absolem exaggeratedly spread his arms and exclaimed: "Thirty thousand people, you know the Holy Knights have never exceeded five thousand before."

  Seeing Artuso's flushed face, he softened his voice, and the gentle, velvety, and moving voice echoed in the room: "The combat power of the Black Flag Army is not necessarily weaker than that of the Holy Knights."

  Arthur shook his head vigorously and said: "Impossible, the Temple spent hundreds of years building up the Holy Knights, it's impossible for there to be a second team like that in this world."

  Absolem whistled loudly and laughed, "I knew you wouldn't believe me, but this conclusion wasn't mine, it was said by Obenzer Master and Abelmar the Great Duke."

  Artuso's eyes widened in surprise, clearly this answer was far beyond his expectations. He stared intently at the Second Prince's face until he nodded heavily and firmly before hesitantly withdrawing his gaze.

  "What should we do then?" Artuso asked, no longer pretending.

  "Nothing to do, just wait here. Anyway, our allies have already made the first move. Besides, the Grand Duke's order was only for us to advance a hundred miles, and I've done that." Absolem picked up his wine glass again, leaned back into the comfortable recliner, closed his eyes, and said no more.

  In the south, a continuous stream of troops is marching on the road for a long-distance trek.

  "How much further is the road." Liu Zhengting occasionally turned his head and looked back with both eyes.

  "Your Highness, we'll soon arrive in the south. Once we do, you'll be safe." A pair of turbid eyes, embedded in a flat, wrinkled old face, drew close to him, grinning at him with a heh-heh smile.

  Liu Zhengting turned his head away in disgust and said angrily: "Mr. Dong, you say this every time, but why hasn't it arrived yet?"

  Mr. Dong shook his head and sighed: "Because the marching speed is too slow, it delayed the time."

  "Speed? That's easy, pass the order and let these lazy bums run for me, the faster the better." Liu Zhengting shouted sternly.

  "Your Highness, the soldiers are already exhausted. If we force them to march quickly now, I'm afraid they won't be able to take it." Wang Honghan hastily advised.

  "Can't eat? Let them wait here to die if they can't eat!" Liu Zhengting shouted loudly, his voice mournful, like the last cry of a beast at the end of its tether.

  Facing the furious Emperor, Wang Honghan let out a deep sigh and turned to look at Liu Zhengning, who was silent with a gloomy face, giving up his intention to continue persuading him.

  Under the urging of the officials, the entire team started another round of high-speed advance. Although all the soldiers were deeply dissatisfied with this, not a single one showed it, but silently followed the main force, because they were the pride of the Great Han Empire and the true elite of the Great Han Empire.

  The two deputy commanders looked at each other and saw the helplessness and worry in each other's eyes. Was their choice really correct?

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