Sometimes when one did their best, one also had to obey the destiny of the heavens. Although on this side, they had calculated every move, they were not aware that the enemy's backyard had also caught on fire. Unknown to them, they changed to a commander with an entirely different fighting style.

Gu Yun had no time to think about it. He grabbed his coat and wrapped it around him. When he got up, he staggered as if he had just finished eating five kilos of muscle-softening drug and almost knelt down.

Just then, a Black Eagle flashed across the sky and landed directly at the gate of the Marshal's tent. Before he could open his mouth, the red ribbon letter slipped out of his hand and was stepped on by Gu Yun.

Gu Yun struggled to support himself with the head of the bed and bent down to open the letter by the steam light. At the same time, the Black Eagle quickly reported, "Marshal, in the pretext of peace talks to surrender, the Eighteen Tribes brought suicide soldiers and six carts of Ziliujin to our border as bait. After detonating to break open a path, tens of thousands of elite soldiers poured out, intending to break the net."

Gu Yun raised his eyes from the red label letter: "What about the situation? How many casualties are there?"

Black Eagle: "Your subordinate left in a hurry, I do not know!"

Gu Yun calmed down then gritted his teeth. Forcing out a bit of strength, he reached for the Wind Slasher hanging on the bed and shouted, "Bring me a Heavy Armor."

At this time, only the Heavy Armor with its own support could make up for his fatigued body.

Chang Geng raised his hand and stopped the guard, he turned to Gu Yun and murmured, "Zi Xi, you stay here and keep watch, I'll go."

Gu Yun looked at him with his lips pursed slightly — Chang Geng recognized the expression, which was basically a precursor to him saying ‘no’.

Without waiting for Gu Yun to open his mouth, he rushed to say, "Do you trust me?"

Gu Yun sighed: "I..."

Chang Geng opened his palm: "Give me the Wind Slasher, I will go for you. If you still believe me, don't leave this tent."

The battle fire in the distance was reflected in Chang Geng's eyes, and it was like a fire in his pupils, burning like the nation of Great Liang at its last breath then being reborn once again.

Chang Geng tentatively grasped one end of the Wind Slasher, slowly and firmly pulled it out of Gu Yun's hand — it was not difficult, Gu Yun's wrist contained no strength, even trembling a little.

He held the sharp weapon in his hand, slanted it across his shoulder and slightly bowed. "Let me be a soldier for Marshal."