Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 907 - 906: How Tired Is He, Really?

North of the city.

Feng Yexuan’s troop had brought only a few hundred n.

"According to reports, the Shanhu Gang originally consists of several thousand mbers, and their gang leader has recently gathered quite a number of bandits from the surrounding areas, making the total number of their force imasurable."

Chu Qianli stood on the roof of an inn not far from the north of the city, using a telescope to observe the city gates.

Feng Yexuan’s troops had already assembled, but Prince Xexuan was not yet visible.

He must be with the City Lord, still discussing matters.

Mobilizing such a force clearly indicated no intention of a surprise attack; moreover, for Prince Yexuan, a surprise attack would be beneath his dignity.

But without a surprise attack, just these few hundred n against tens of thousands of bandits... What to think of this reckless man—arrogantly self-confident, or should one admire his trendous power?

She knew that Feng Yexuan never fought a battle he was unsure of.

He had brought only a few hundred n because he knew that was sufficient for victory.

Truly, his audacity knew no bounds!

Of all the people she had t, he was the only one who dared to do so.

Suddenly, a thought struck Chu Qianli, and she couldn’t help but turn her head back to look at the bedroom below.

Inside, there was another War God.

Yet, she had never had the chance to see Prince Jiu in action on the battlefield.

She wondered how he compared to Feng Yexuan.

"Their number, according to my n’s estimate, should be around twelve thousand. However, four to five thousand of those are bandits gathered from the surrounding areas and may not be loyal to the Shanhu Gang."

Birds perish for food, and people die for wealth. That’s all there is to it.

They were just desperate, trying to make a fortune following the Shanhu Gang.

Now facing the legendary and formidable Prince Xexuan, so of the idle bandits were already thinking of retreating.

Twelve thousand n, but when the battle actually occurs, it’s uncertain how many will truly fight.

Chu Qianli nodded, pondering for a mont, then asked, "What connection does this have with the dicine Man Corps?"

"I haven’t yet fully investigated that matter, Xi Jiu is waiting outside Hu Mountain with fifty brothers, waiting for the young lady’s instructions."

"Good, tonight, we’ll take advantage of the mont Prince Xexuan engages them in battle and storm in."

Chu Qianli still hadn’t seen Feng Yexuan and felt slightly disappointed.

Just as she was about to put away her telescope, suddenly, through the lens, she vaguely saw a vigorous and slender figure.

Her fingers tightened slightly, and she couldn’t help but adjust the telescope and look intently again.

It was still him, dressed in armor, the noble aura of a king was palpable even from such a distance.

Prince Xexuan had appeared.

The people stirred tumultuously, dropping to their knees in groups, passionately crying out, "All hail Prince Xexuan! All hail War God Xuan!"

Everyone had long awaited Prince Xexuan’s arrival, entrusting all their hopes to him.

Observing that figure seated on horseback, appearing so tall as to instill a sense of security in anyone, Chu Qianli’s heart ached faintly.

When on high, everyone looks up to him, but no one knew the burden of carrying the hopes of all the citizens, or how every step he took was laden with hardship.

He couldn’t fall, couldn’t fail, couldn’t back down!

Such was the destiny of Prince Xexuan!

Even if he succeeded ninety-nine tis, it was taken for granted.

But should he fail once, it would crush everyone’s hopes.

Moving forward under such a burden, perhaps only he knew how exhausting it was.

Chu Qianli’s heart felt inexplicably heavy.

She hadn’t yet put down the telescope when suddenly, another slender figure entered her view...