Yuan Hao stood in the middle of the room with a pale face, surrounded by fragments of pots and bowls. The first time, Wei Ning was seriously injured, and this time, Xuanyuan Tianzong had the upper hand, and the commander of the Eighth Army would almost certainly fall into their hands. But twice in a row, the cooked duck flew, and he really couldn't control his emotions.

"Jiang Xingchen, isn't there a place where his hand can't reach?" Yuan Hao smashed a water cup again.

Yuan Xixuan sat on the chair, different from Yuan Hao, he was very calm, just silently watching his son vent there.

After a long time, Yuan Xixuan spoke: "Yuan Hao, it's useless for you to get angry, no one would have imagined that Jiang Xingchen would be able to make such a powerful weapon and destroy all the chariots of Xuanyuan Tianzong!"

As soon as it came to the ballista, Yuan Hao's momentum immediately weakened, and the description in the battle report was too terrifying, launching dozens of catties of stones out of three hundred meters, which could break the iron-clad chariot, and hit people to pieces. As soon as he thought of this, he felt a chill all over his body, and he couldn't help but think that if he was shot......

Ji Lingling shuddered, and Yuan Hao hurriedly shook his head and removed the bloody picture in his brain.

"The matter has come to this point, there is no way to get it back, the top priority now is to quickly inform Fang Wuwu, so that he does not gather our hidden forces, he cannot compete for the commander of the Eighth Legion, and our strength cannot be revealed for the time being!" Yuan Xixuan said quietly.

Yuan Hao was taken aback, took a deep breath, calmed down, and bowed down and said, "I understand, this is a letter to Fang Wuwu!"

Yuan Xixuan nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yuan Hao, you have to remember." Whatever happens, you have to be calm or you'll lose more!"

"Father. I remember, now I'm going to send a letter to Fang Wuwu right away!" Yuan Hao nodded vigorously and turned to leave the room.

Yuan Xixuan stared at the back of Yuan Hao leaving, the calm on his face disappeared instantly, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

In a moment, he jerked to his feet and grabbed the only cup on the table. fell to the ground hard: "Ma Le, Jiang Xingchen, why are you everywhere...... The people of Xuanyuan Heavenly Sect are just a bunch of stupid people. Sabhi ......"

Outside the door, Yuan Hao, who was walking in the distance, stumbled and looked back at the room, the corners of his mouth twitching......

The rest of the day. The news spread throughout the empire's major territories. All the lords were shocked when they saw the battle report, and Jiang Xingchen's name instantly raised a step in their hearts.

The people were better, and they didn't know the actual significance of the battle of the Sixth Legion. But the nobles were well aware of how dangerous the situation was before, and if they lost, the repercussions would definitely affect the entire empire.

Now, the crisis is finally over. When the nobles breathed a sigh of relief, they could not hide their joy. Gather friends and hold a feast to celebrate.

Many of the great nobles were even more shrewd and had a long-term perspective, and after this battle, Wei Ning was sure that the tide would rise, so many people sent people to the Sixth Legion to get closer under the banner of condolences. Some nobles sent people to the star collar......

Among all the lords, the first to get the news is, of course, Wang Shuangyang, the battle of the Sixth Legion is directly related to the life and death of his territory, it can be said that he is more nervous than the emperor and the marshal, and he is always staring at the situation of the Sixth Legion.

After the hundreds of ballistas bombarded wildly, knocking the Tongyu Kingdom to the point of losing its armor, he already knew the results of the battle, even earlier than the news that the military department had gotten.

At the same time of ecstasy in his heart, Wang Shuangyang could not hide the horror in his heart, the power of this ballista bombardment was too great, and he was shocked when he heard the scene at that time.

"Jiang Xingchen kid is amazing, if he is ...... in the future No matter what the future holds, we must maintain a good relationship now!" At that time, Wang Shuangyang was firm in this idea.

Next, the nobles of Linshui City found that the Grand Duke's gloomy face showed a smile for days, and his temper was not as irritable as some time ago.

Two days later, when the news of the Sixth Legion's victory spread, they finally understood why the Grand Duke had changed like that.

Then, the entire Waterfront City was boiling. For a month, people were in a state of panic, and many nobles secretly sorted out their belongings and had the idea of escaping. Civilians even feel that the end is coming.

But now, with the clouds scattered and the sun rising again, many people have a sense of aftermath.

The whole city was celebrating, and people didn't spare money at all at this time, and the restaurants and teahouses were all full, which made Young Master Wang and others, who had lost the bottom in the previous paragraph, make a small profit.

And just when Linshui City was bustling and jubilant, in a small town three hundred miles away from Linshui City, Fang Wuwu was holding Yuan Hao's letter in his hand, his face full of shock. After a long time, the shock turned into helpless bitterness and sighing: "Jiang Xingchen, it's Jiang Xingchen again......"

A gray-clothed young man beside him asked in a low voice, "Fang Shao, what are we going to do next, the personnel are all gathered!"

"Act a fart, immediately disband and go back to their respective homes, and tell them to be careful for me!" Fang Wuwu said with a calm face.

"Uh! disbanded, Fang Shao, the brothers are all holding their energy......"

"Hold Nima, you're deaf!" Fang stood up without worrying and kicked over......

In the next few days, the Sixth Legion was in the city, and the nobles in Linshui City lined up to visit Wei Ning, thanking him for protecting Linshui City, and the belongings of the soldiers were piled up into a hill.

Wei Ning's face bloomed with a smile, the reward of the empire has not come down yet, and he is worried about how to give more rewards to his brothers, which has sent so much.

The soldiers of the Sixth Legion were the most happy, not only for material satisfaction, but also for the spiritual satisfaction of going to Linshui City, full of admiration, gratitude, and envy, and the spiritual satisfaction of going to the restaurant to eat without any money, which filled them with pride and pride......

Time went back two days, the first legion, Tang Chuxue looked at the news in her hand, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, she got the news earlier than the other legions, and the old man wrote a letter to her personally.

For some reason, she was not surprised by the power of the ballista, as if she had expected this result for a long time. And what she saw at this time was not the details of the battle in the battle report, only Jiang Xingchen's name.

In her mind, she couldn't help but recall all kinds of things after the two met.

The first time they met, they were neither humble nor arrogant, and they actually put forward conditions to themselves in front of all the corps commanders...... Cooperate with yourself to fool Luo Yu and win three hundred head horses...... Fight against the Tianyi Kingdom and destroy a heavily armored knight group of Xuanyuan Tianzong in one fell swoop......

One pile at a time, each piece is so clear, and even every detail is clear. Every time a picture flashed in his mind, Jiang Xingchen's name deepened in his eyes. Not only that, but even the other things Jiang Xingchen did, she remembered, like a few treasures.

"What's wrong with me?" Tang Chuxue suddenly woke up, feeling that her cheeks were a little hot.

The slender white palm caressed his cheeks, and Tang Chuxue muttered: "What are you thinking about, I just admire his talent......"

"Commander, are you uncomfortable?" At this time, Tang Chuxue's personal soldiers came over and looked at her and asked worriedly and strangely. The legion leader is a great master of the third level of vitality, and he usually does not get sick, why is his face so red.

"I'm fine!" Tang Chuxue hurriedly rubbed her face, took a deep breath, suppressed her fluctuating emotions, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Letter from Commander Wei Ning, the Sixth Legion has won a great victory!"

"I know what to do!" Tang Chuxue turned around and walked towards the tent, mentioning the Sixth Legion in her own hands, and Jiang Xingchen's shadow appeared in her mind again......

In this big battle, it can be said that some people are happy and some are worried, and the old situation is stubborn and does not grab the position of the commander of the Eighth Army with all their efforts, and the depression in their hearts can be imagined.

But what is more depressed than them is Xuanyuan Tianzong's side. The day after the battle, the battle report of the three elders was sent to the sect master, and when he saw the battle report for the first time, the sect master, who was originally happily waiting for the news of victory, immediately changed his face, and with his long-standing bearing, he could barely control his emotions.

"What are the three elders doing, you actually lost a battle that must be won!" The sect master was so angry that he couldn't immediately arrest the third elder back, and slapped him in the face a few times.

But then looking down, the sect master's anger slowly dissipated, and his expression turned into horror.

"Brand new weapon, it can break through the iron-clad chariot within three hundred meters...... sect master muttered, slapped the white silk on the table, and shouted in a deep voice: "What suspicion is Jiang Xingchen, it must be him......"

As soon as the words fell, the sect master commanded loudly: "Come on, go and invite the Great Elder and Immortal Ning to come over for me!"

A quarter of an hour later, the Great Elder and Xian Ning respectively looked at the battle report sent back by the Third Elder, their faces were surprisingly solemn.

"This weapon can't be something they already have, otherwise the Sixth Legion would never have dragged it out until now...... In other words, this is what Jiang Xingchen designed within a month......"

The Great Elder said, pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice, "This son is really terrifying!"

The sect master nodded and said, "Jiang Xingchen's ability, we have seen it a long time ago, and it is not strange to design this kind of weapon...... What I'm worried about now is that their manufacturing capacity has produced more than a hundred brand-new weapons in a short period of time!"

When the Great Elder heard this, he also looked worried, and said, "If they really have the ability to manufacture this weapon in large quantities, then the Eight Kingdoms will ......"

The sect master frowned, turned his head and asked, "Xian Ning, what do you think?"

"Sect Master, don't worry, although this weapon is powerful, it is not enough to break through the city gates, and it is not comparable to our trebuchet. And the flexibility is not enough, in the field, you can break it with cavalry...... However, Jiang Xingchen was able to design it in such a short time, he was really a genius!"

After saying this, Xian Ning, who had been bowing her head and contemplating, raised her head, and her originally pale face brought out a touch of red, which looked extremely delicate. In her autumn-like eyes, there was a glint of light, and the whole person changed from her previous pathology and showed her edge!

When the sect master and the great elder saw Xian Ning's appearance, they were immediately shocked: "This girl's desire to win or lose has come out again! No one has been able to inspire her fighting spirit for many years!" (To be continued......)