"No...Impossible! Shut up!" Huang Qiao shouted. "How can the Black Iron Camp and the Marquis of Order be in the Eastern Sea?! Impossible! Shoot the arrows! Use Baihong arrows to shoot down these phonies!"

"Master, be careful!"

An Eagle swept over the top of his head, arrows flying down like rain. The one who intended to start up the Baihong bow was forced to cover his head and run for his life in the midst of the pursuit of countless arrows.

All four sides fell into chaos, the lady musician in the corner of the wall remained as steady as before, fingers gliding over the strings, changing the song to Shi Mian Mai Fu*, very fitting for the scene.

*Ambush from ten sides, a pipa solo piece

Huang Qiao widened his eyes: "Even if Gu Yun is here, what could he possibly do? I don't believe he can bring the entire Black Iron Camp with him from far away in the desert! Kill him! Let me see who else that dog Emperor can rely on!? Come forth!"

The group of soldiers drew out their weapons at once, murderously glaring at the three people being surrounded in the middle.

Ge Pang Xiao was stunned, under the music's cover, he secretly pulled Chang Geng: "Big brother, he is right! What can we do?"

Chang Geng didn't have time to answer; Gu Yun had already knocked Ge Pang Xiao's head and calmly smiled: "Yes, I only have a few Eagle guards with me. Commander Huang is very courageous, well said!"

Ge Pang Xiao blinked: "Big brother, no, that's not right, the Marquis is very stable.”

Chang Geng: "..."

A row of soldiers took out their weapons - some stepped forward, some stepped back, lining up into the formation of a sea wave. But even after moving back and forth, no one dared to come forward.

Ge Pang Xiao was already very confused, thinking to himself: "In the end, does he have people or not?"

Although Chang Geng did not dare to call himself smart, he usually examined a bit deeper than Ge Pang Xiao. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was just as confused as the other boy, he thought: "In the end, is he deaf or not?"

Marshal Gu, who was as difficult to read as a maze, laughed brightly, striding towards Huang Qiao, openly ignoring the hesitant soldiers around him: "If I remember correctly, Commander Huang's Teacher - Cheng Zhilu, seems to be an uncle of Wei Wang? Why, that year, when the former emperor passed away, Wei Wang was unable to use the Imperial Guards, now he wants to take the sea route instead?"