Tan Hong Fei took a step forward and said aloud, "Your subordinate is willing to be the vanguard for Marshal!"

"You are indispensable. Baihong chariot opens the path, Light Cavalry and Black Eagle follow me, Heavy Armor crushes the battle," Gu Yun ordered, "Give me a Wind Slasher. What kind of devil, we will only know after we see them."

Chang Geng untied the long bow behind him. This was given to him by Gu Yun when they were fighting bandits in the Southwest. It seemed like it was the last decent work that the Ling Shu Institute could put out after Emperor Long An began to reduce military power.

Unfortunately, the gaudy bow was so heavy that it could not be controlled at all if it weren't handled by a true expert. Therefore, there was only one made for trial in the whole army.

And it could have been popularized in the army after undergoing improvement...

Chang Geng touched the cold bow and asked, "Yifu, can I follow you?"

Gu Yun stopped. He partially did not want to take him along — not because of anything else, but through this battle, his heart had developed more expectations for this newly emerging young prince. He might be able to sacrifice himself to defend to the last step, but what would come next?

Who would clean up this broken and tattered home country? Who would break through with a way out for the thousands of families and people in this mess?

Chang Geng's way of socializing was much more thoughtful compared to himself when he was young, perhaps he would not end up like him, arguing with the Emperor to this irremediable situation...

Chang Geng seemed to know what he was thinking: "There are no unbroken eggs under an overturned nest. Now the capital is already like this. Waiting in the palace is no different to going on the front line. In case the city breaks down, isn't the only difference to die sooner rather than later?"

Before Gu Yun could speak, Tan Hong Fei had laughed aloud and said, "Your Highness speaks well! The entire court has nothing but scholars, only Your Highness is a real man!"

Gu Yun could do nothing, he waved his hand and said, "You already spoke of everything. Come if you like."

He then stared at Tan Hong Fei, looking at General Tan's unhealed whiplash on his face and wanting to whip the other side and turn the man into a symmetrical pig's head.

Beyond the capital, countless Black Eagles formed into rows, as one took a glance, they could feel as if they had returned to the Crescent Spring.

Looking from the horseback, the light of Qi Yuan Tower remained brightly lit even in the heavy rain, as if covered with a thin and soft veil, facing the majestic imperial city from afar. Twenty Red Kites which rose only on New Year's Eve now hung in the sky, resembling sorrowful longing eyes sending them off.