"How's the battle going?" Xu Haifeng asked softly.

  Although Liu Junshu was standing here at ease, it was already the best answer to his question.

  However, Xu Haifeng still asked a question, because this was a military convention and a necessary procedure for lower-level officers to report their achievements to their superiors.

  Unconsciously or intentionally, anyway, at this moment, Xu Haifeng was still treated as his subordinate despite the unchanged title.

  A very calm voice came from Liu Junshu's mouth, as if he was completely unaware of it: "The siege went extremely smoothly. The three thousand combat troops of the Roman Empire were killed or wounded, and less than 20% survived. The remaining three thousand logistics support troops who followed the army have all surrendered."

  His face suddenly turned strange at this point.

  Xu Haifeng was surprised and asked: "Liu brother, is there something wrong?"

  Liu Junshu coughed lightly and said: "Among these logistics personnel, there are about a thousand women."

  "Women?" Xu Haifeng asked in surprise.

  Liu Junshu nodded heavily and made no comment on this matter.

  Xu Haifeng suddenly lost his smile and said, "This Bancroft is really something, daring to openly bring a woman into battle, haha...he's quite impressive."

  Although it was not explicitly stated, both Xu Haifeng and Liu Junshu knew the identity of these women. They were all just military records.

  Fifty thousand vigorous men gathered together for a long time without an opportunity to vent, is almost a terrible thing for an army.

  If these men who have eaten their fill and have nothing to do are allowed to spend the whole day doing nothing, then incidents of fighting and brawling will increase dramatically, followed by a growing sense of discontent.

  If it accumulates to a certain extent, it's no wonder that it will cause trouble.

  To avoid such an embarrassing situation, necessary ventilation is inevitable, and the emergence of military records follows.

  After all, looking at the world, the only army that can truly achieve no desire and no demand, unconditionally obeying orders is the Black Flag Army.

  This phenomenon is not unique to Caesar's Fourth Legion, it was also a common occurrence in the armies of the Great Han and Xiongnu.

  What astonished both of them was Bancroft's sheer audacity.

  With an army of female soldiers marching into battle, he was absolutely the first one.

  "They were all spoils of war taken by Bancroft from the conquered territories, and were not reported to the Fourth Legion. They had no freedom there."

  Xu Haifeng suddenly understood and sneered coldly, "This butcher actually knows how to show concern for his soldiers."

  Liu Junshu slightly shook his head, he absolutely did not agree with Bancroft's move.

  They just didn't think that Bancroft was different from others, and the soldiers he brought out were also cruel and merciless. Although their combat effectiveness is absolutely top-notch in Caesar's eyes, the violent atmosphere in the team is far greater than that of ordinary troops.

  He did so, also having unspeakable bitterness.

  "This time, the greatest credit goes to Lin Jiahui's special forces. They were like ghosts, eliminating all the hidden scouts and sentries along the way before our main army arrived. It wasn't until we approached the camp that they realized what was happening." Liu Junshu continued.

  For this team that he had suddenly come into contact with before departure, he was deeply impressed.

  They were actually able to eliminate all of Caesar's overt and covert sentries without anyone knowing, what a feat, how did they do it.

  What if they were enemies instead of friends?

  Just thinking about it made Liu Junshu uncontrollably shudder in his heart.

  He has been in command of troops for many years and naturally knows the importance of discipline.

  The scout post is the ears and eyes of an army. If it suddenly becomes blind and deaf, then the fate of this army has basically been decided.

  "What kind of people are they?" Liu Junshu couldn't help but ask.

  "Martial artists." Xuhai said with a calm smile.

  "A martial artist?" Liu Junshu was greatly astonished by this response. When did martial artists become so obedient to orders? This was completely different from his usual understanding.

  "Never mind." Xǔ Hǎifēng smiled and glanced at him, it was rare to see him so surprised since settling in Wòlóng City.

  When Liu Junshu heard Xu Haifeng's reluctance to discuss this issue further, he tactfully avoided the topic.

  "Except for the captives, the captured items are being counted and specific numbers will be released soon. However, it can be confirmed that this time's gains are quite rich, with both grain and equipment being very impressive."

  "Huh?" Xu Haifeng looked at him and thought to himself how he hadn't noticed before that he was also quite capable in this aspect.

  It seemed that Liu Junshu had sensed Xu Haifeng's confusion, and his face, which rarely showed emotion, turned red as he said, "Among the Caesarian prisoners, there is a rather special individual..."

  He paused for a moment, and a hint of amusement also appeared on his own face: "That's a Han person."

  "A Han person? A Han among Caesars?"

  "Not bad," Liu Junshu explained. "According to his own account, twenty years ago, he offended the powerful men of the Great Han and fled to Kaisar."

  "Twenty years ago, that was before the conflict with the Caesars had not yet occurred." Xu Haifeng's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of divine light, saying: "He knows the situation within Caesar?"

  It has been only a few years since the Caesar's eastern expedition, and since the outbreak of war, both countries have been on high alert against each other, with extremely strict intelligence blockade.

  Although there were still trade routes between them, the restrictions imposed on them had also increased greatly, and it was extremely difficult to obtain accurate intelligence.

  Although Catherine and Xu Haifeng had exchanged intelligence, they each had their own reservations in their hearts. The information given to each other was carefully selected, although some of it had special value, but also came with certain purposes.

  For this matter, Xu Haifeng and Jiang Kongming spent a great deal of effort, but unfortunately the effect was not significant.

  If that man had indeed fled from Caesar twenty years ago, he would certainly be well-informed about the internal affairs of Caesar's country.

  Xu Haifeng's face also showed a similar smile, as if heaven had really opened its eyes.

  "This is really good news." Xu Haifeng said sincerely.

  "It is true, Liu has been keeping this person under surveillance alone, so please ask General Xu to interrogate him personally."

  He glanced at him, and Xu Haifeng sighed in his heart. So far, although Liu Junshu had been serving himself and held the position of City Guard General, he still refused to call himself a master from start to finish.

  It can be seen from this that there is still a rift in his heart, which is not a good phenomenon.

  In fact, apart from Liu Junshu, there is another rare general in Wulong City.

  That is Li Guanying of the Wolf Regiment. He has been fighting against the Xiongnu in the Northwest Garrison for many years and was originally the most suitable candidate to lead the City Guard Army.

  However, as soon as he returned to Wulong City, he stayed at Fang's residence and became extremely close with the Fang brothers.

  His behavior made it impossible for Xu Haifeng to entrust him with important tasks.

  "Alas..." A helpless sigh, the affairs of the city were complex and complicated, with a thousand threads intertwined. Once trapped in this circle of vying for dominance, many things were beyond one's control.

  "General Xu, please enter the camp."

  Liu Junshu's words interrupted Xu Haifeng's train of thought, and he put away the emotions in his heart, nodding with a smile.

  Xu Haifeng waved his hand, and the knights of the Black Flag Army behind him stood still in the morning wind, like wooden carvings or clay statues.

  He rode alone on the dark cloud, advancing towards the camp. When he arrived at a place dozens of meters before the main gate, he raised his long spear high and stood still.

  The city guards were initially silent, then erupted again in an even more intense, ear-shattering cheer.

  "Long live the master..."

  It was unclear who it was or where it came from, but a loud and clear voice pierced through the serene morning.

  An unexpected commotion arose among the city guards, with a heavy and unsettling atmosphere in the air.

  However, just a moment later, a second voice rang out: "Long live the master..."

  The third shout, the fourth shout, gradually, all the voices merged into one, tens of thousands of people shouted in unison: "Long live our lord..."

  Liu Junshu's face turned pale and he bit his lower lip tightly, forcing himself to ignore the extremely piercing voices.

  A delicate face with tears welling up in her eyes slowly emerged in his mind, and as soon as he thought of those tightly furrowed eyebrows, his heart was a pang of pain.

  As long as he can smooth out the wrinkles on that beautiful face, he is willing to pay any price. Even if it means going against his moral principles, he doesn't mind.

  The special forces members looked at each other in dismay, at a loss for what to do.

  They are all elites in the great Han martial arts world. The reasons for joining the special forces are different, but the biggest purpose of most people is to kill enemies and report to the country.

  However, the city guards' loud shouting had thoroughly exposed Xu Haifeng's intentions.

  He actually intended to lay hands on the supreme ruler of the nine-five, above tens of thousands of people.

  If all is peaceful under heaven and Emperor Xian of Han were still alive, at least half of them would have left in disappointment.

  However, it is now the most chaotic time since the founding of the Great Han Dynasty for hundreds of years. Even the national pride that has stood upright for hundreds of years without falling - the capital of the Great Han Dynasty - has also fallen into the hands of the Xiongnu people.

  At this time, the Han people need a strong and powerful leader. Only such a leader can drive out foreign tribes and once again spread the glory of Great Han across the entire land.

  Xu Haifeng is indeed one of the best candidates with such strength, and since witnessing the true abilities of Heiqi Jun, Qin Yong, Zhebie and others, even the most demanding person would not object to this statement.

  So they were at a loss as to what to do next, their faces filled with confusion.

  Xu Haifeng smiled brightly, and a radiant glow spread across his face, like a clear sky after a spring rain, refreshing the heart.

  His smile held an unshakeable confidence, his eyes gazing straight ahead, not at the small military camp in front of him, but at the vast expanse of the Great Han Dynasty.

  At this time, he was full of vigor and vitality, with a heroic spirit in his chest.

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