Emperor Xuanming’s gaze was a bit cold, as he was quite apprehensive about the veiled threats in Hetu’s words.
However, precisely because of this, he had to ascertain the prowess of Beirong’s cavalry; otherwise, Great Chu would be like a piece of fat at everyone wanted to take a bite of, let alone beco powerful.
Emperor Xuanming looked at Chu Heng: "Minister Chu, do you have confidence?"
"I will do my utmost not to disappoint Your Majesty." Chu Heng spoke with confidence and conviction, showing no sign of fear.
Emperor Xuanming suddenly smiled, and with the confidence in his voice, loudly asked: "Soldiers of Great Chu, do you have confidence?"
"Yes, we will fight to the death, doing our utmost." The thirty cavalryn shouted in unison, their montum overwhelming.
Hetu’s eyes darkened, and he felt a bit more apprehensive.
He beckoned, spoke a few words to the subordinates next to him, and then waved them away.
After a short while.
The cavalry of Beirong rode their horses into the field.
The training ground was very large.
Encircled, if you didn’t look carefully, you couldn’t see the faces of the soldiers below clearly. You could only distinguish who belonged to which team by the color of their clothes.
At the sa ti, two flags appeared behind the two teams of cavalry.
The soldiers of Great Chu had a red flag.
The soldiers of Beirong had a blue flag.
The competition was simple.
Injured soldiers leave the field.
The remaining ones have to capture the opponent’s flag to win.
Both defense and attack required contesting.
For a mont, the atmosphere was sowhat cold and tense.
Chu Qingyu nervously grabbed Chu Ziluo’s sleeve: "No, they really won’t draw blood, right?"
"Yes, there will be blood, and it probably won’t be light." Chu Ziluo’s expression was also sowhat somber.
At the Border Pass, bloodshed happened too often, whether among civilians or soldiers, it was commonplace.
And the killing aura on the Beirong soldiers was evident, indicating they had killed many people to gain it.
Those who are sheltered like flowers in a greenhouse would be quite frightened at such a sight.
Yet Ye Muyu felt that this competition was perfectly arranged, letting these nobles and civil officials in the capital see how the soldiers of Great Chu fought bloodily on the battlefield, how they protected Great Chu with their blood to allow them to live a good life.
Not taking for granted the protection they receive, so even disparage the soldiers’ reputation behind their backs.
Chu Heng wore a suit of red armor, riding at the forefront.
Facing him was a fierce general by Hetu’s side.
Many military generals who recognized the fierce general’s face beca a bit anxious: "Why send Lord Chu? We should go. That Hera is as ruthless as they co."
"Indeed, Lord Chu is a civil official, how could he possibly defeat Hera?"
"Your Majesty, I..." These military generals hadn’t finished their sentence when they saw Emperor Xuanming raising his hand, cutting off their suggestion directly.
A civil official deliberately said: "Why be anxious, Lord Chu requested it himself, he wants to achieve rit. Such a good opportunity, he wouldn’t let you have it."
"You!" The military general was a bit angry, although he didn’t agree with Chu Heng going on, he also despised the civil official talking nonsense: "It’s better than you who only knows how to talk. If you were on the field, you’d wet yourself from fear."
"Why are you insulting people? That’s why they say soldiers don’t know manners."
"Pah, without us soldiers, you civil officials who only know how to talk wouldn’t be sitting here comfortably."
Both sides started arguing imdiately.
At this mont, in the field, after three drumbeats sounded.
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