It must be admitted that even if the Bran Empire is a rotten ship, the rotten ship has three kilograms of nails.

These three pounds of nails are the so-called foundation! And this foundation is fully demonstrated at Wang Ting's feet.

Therefore, when news of the unfavorable war on the front line was heard back, although the capital was filled with endless discussions, it caused heated discussions. But that was all, and there was no sense of panic like the coming of a disaster.

This is not to say that the arrogant people in the capital have calmed down so much, but they have not really cared about it. To put it bluntly, news of the unfavorable front-line war is a topic of conversation for them, a topic of conversation that is more popular recently and will be out of date if they don’t follow them.

Therefore, the nobles were talking at the elegant and gorgeous banquet, and the civilians were talking at the ordinary and simple dinner table. In taverns of all sizes, you can easily hear loud talks about the vulgarity of the Northern Wilderness barbarians and the incompetent Bran’s army. Or, in some lively places, a young man in the capital suddenly shouted, “I donate a knife when I hit the barbarians. I donate my life if I hit the barbarians…”

Well, for now, whether the latter is to declare how loyal they are to the empire or just to attract the admiration of a beautiful girl in the crowd. But it is certain that they really didn't take this seriously.

Of course, not everyone is so heartless. Some people have also discovered the strange and unusual point, that is, when the Northern Wilderness barbarians invaded in large numbers, it often took several months for the news to reach the capital of Bran. Sometimes, before even reaching this place, the front-line barbarians had retreated. But this time it was different. It has not been a month since the war started, but the news has spread throughout Bran...

...

Outside the capital, Woody's small residence.

The sea tower, which had been going up the mountain for about ten days before, now comes here almost every day. The news brought is getting heavier and heavier every day.

"...Master, the front line can't hold on. Among the three legions, Zichen Legion suffered the most damage, followed by Cang Yan, and Thunder is not bad, and the formation can still be stabilized. However, the other two fronts are retreating, so as to avoid being alone, Thunder has to retreat... Based on this, the military department speculated that the supreme commander of the barbarians this time should be in the Zichen War Zone with heavy casualties."

"Only know the location?"

"Yes... the Northern Wilderness keeps the identity of the Supreme Commander very confidential. Even the middle and senior barbarian officers only received military orders before the war. They knew nothing about anything else and could not ask if they were captured..." After hesitating, Haita whispered, "Some people speculated that the one who led the troops this time might be the Queen of the Northern Wilderness."

"Impossible!" Wu Ding simply shook his head and rejected it without thinking, with an affirmative attitude.

Haita was stunned when she heard this, then she seemed to understand something. She nodded: "Just guessing, we don't think it's possible. Regardless of whether the Queen of the Northern Wilderness has this ability or not, even if there is one, the battlefield is full of arrows and swords without eyes, she shouldn't have done such a dangerous thing... Well, the reason for this guess is that the barbarian commander encountered by the Thunder Legion is His Highness Tiwu of the Northern Wilderness. So..."

"It's not the reason." After waving his hand, Wu Ding hesitated for a moment, with a few memories and melancholy expressions, "I have seen the Queen of the Northern Wilderness several times. She is talented and rare in the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a natural battlefield commander. She has the ability to win battles, but this time it cannot be her... because the Zichen Legion is the one with the worst casualties now."

The most casualties were the Zichen Legion, and it was expected that it was not the Queen of the Northern Wilderness? What is the logic... Haita couldn't figure it out, but seeing that Wu Ding obviously didn't want to say too much, he had to press down on his doubts.

Wu Ding, who seemed to know the relationship between Zi Yi and the Empress of the Northern Wilderness, could not have thought that although the person who came here this time was not the Empress of the Northern Wilderness, he was a descendant of the Empress of the Northern Wilderness. Lan Sha, she didn't expect that the reason why she chose Zi Chen Legion as a breakthrough point this time was not for any other strategic consideration. She just wanted to see where her mother and Zi Yi had lived before, and then she naturally rushed in along the shortcut...

"Master, the situation on the front line must be planned early. Last night, the Northern Military Office sent back three consecutive battle reports, hoping to transfer two complete legions from the south to the front line immediately to provide support. It can be seen that the barbarians' offensive is so rapid... Wang Ting is now a little panicked, and Your Majesty hopes to hear your opinion from Master."

"Ha, what can I have, a warrior..." Wu Ding shook his head and laughed, "I am just Wu Ding, not Zi Yi, nor the God of War."

The words sound a little discouraged, and they do not have the peerless charm that Braun’s guardian god should have. But that’s the fact that Wu Ding is a good sword god and the number one master in the mainland is not a good thing. But he is just a warrior after all. Even if he fights alone for three thousand miles, how can he retreat to the enemy with a million divisions? In this situation, a peerless warrior has limited roles unless a war god can emerge. But Bran has only produced a purple ivy for more than a thousand years of war history, so this idea is obviously only thought about it.

"Tell me about the gray-clothed army." Wu Ding suddenly changed the subject and said, "Compared with the invasion of the Northern Wilderness, their sudden emergence shocked me even more... Well, how are they doing now?"

Haita could not fully understand Woodin's point of view. In his opinion, the threat of the Northern Wilderness barbarians is undoubtedly greater now. However, he replied: "It is similar to the barbarians, and the offensive is very fierce. The area around the 100,000 mountains is almost all under their control. However, compared with the mysterious barbarian commander, their commander is a little immature and has a normal strategic layout, so it is still within the controllable range. What is more troublesome is that they have occupied a military route recently, which has caused some problems in the transportation of material reinforcements here, which makes Wang Ting, who is preparing for negotiation, very angry... It seems that they are determined to fight Bran to the end this time."

Nodded, Wu Ding looked unsurprising: "No wonder. I stabbed the knife in the back first, so I can't blame the other party for taking revenge now."

Haita frowned slightly: "But now is the time..."

Shaking his head, "Since it has become an enemy, you don't have to expect the other party to be soft-hearted. Now this is the best opportunity for them to take advantage of the situation." Wu Ding was very open-minded and was not surprised that the gray-clothed army's actions were a bit like robbery. He just sighed a little sadly, "It's us, especially Wang Ting, should reflect on this. A huge empire actually made the people of our country hate it to the core. It's not surprising that there is a situation of internal and external difficulties at the moment."

"But we are Brans after all."

"It's just us." Wu Ding raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "But you're right, we are Brans, so we have to fight for this empire for the rest of our lives, even if it's clear that it's decaying."

Haita was immediately excited when he heard this. He did not care about the loneliness and desolation of the first half of Wuding's sentence, but only noticed the attitude and tone of the second half of the sentence: "What should we do?"

"It's very simple. How we dealt with the gray-clothed army before, and how we deal with the Northern Wilderness barbarians now."

A little stunned, Haita raised his eyebrows: "Master means... to capture the king?"

"It is impossible to capture the king. There are masters in the Northern Wilderness Imperial City, but you can try capturing the coach..." Wu Ding narrowed his turbid old eyes, "The army structure of the Northern Wilderness tribe is different from ours. Our system is more complete. If the general is dead, there are deputy generals, officers, and soldiers... No matter who they lose, there will be no major problems in the command system. Just like we lost the Ziyi army god, the Zichen Legion did not collapse. But the Northern Wilderness army is not good. They rely too much on the command orders of superior officers in marching and fighting. Of course, this is determined by their actual situation. Ordinary barbarians are generally not intelligent and must rely on their superiors, otherwise they will be a piece of loose sand. So after Ziyi successfully hunted down Angros last year, the Northern Wilderness army chose to retreat before the defeat was revealed."

Haita kept nodding in agreement when he heard this, then frowned and asked, "But we don't have any information about the mysterious commander."

"Hasn't you already speculated about the general position? As long as you continue to fight in the Zichen Legion War Zone, you will always find some clues."

"Then...who will go?" Haita looked up at Wu Ding, thought of something, and shook his head firmly, "No, Master, you can't go..."

Wu Ding smiled and waved his hand to interrupt: "It's not me to go, of course, it's useless for me to go. This is a search and assassination, and you have to let professionals go."

Haita immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, lowered his head and pondered: "Professionals... There are many strong people in Wang Ting's worship, but few people are good at assassination. Well, maybe contact the thieves union and ask them to recommend a few candidates over there and try to make a big profit..."

"No need to be so troublesome." Wu Ding smiled, "Now, there is a professional assassin in the capital."

He was stunned, "Master, are you talking... uh, Tang En?" Haita quickly reacted, and then he remembered that there was indeed such a powerful character hidden in the capital now. And it has to be admitted that the other party's professional skills are absolutely unquestionable - of course, not only did he threaten to assassinate the king, but he also succeeded in the sword god's nose to see the traitor. With this courage and record, it is also a wrist on the entire Xize Continent!

"If he can take action, it will be better...but he probably won't help us."

"Not should, it's certain. We are enemies, but that's under normal circumstances... If our problems now become common problems between us and them, then it's different."

After a pause, Wu Ding showed a little cunning look, like an old fox who had just jumped into a chicken coop, and said in a row, "Think about why he came to the capital. Think about the location of the gray-clothed army now... If I remember correctly, the 100,000 mountains are very close to the front line, right?"

"Yes, the distance between the two places is only hundreds of kilometers. If it is fast...uh?" Haita's body suddenly shook and opened his mouth: "Master, what the master means is that we can open the gap here and let the gray-clothed army and the barbarians..."

"At present, the border defense line is absolutely impossible to defend, right?" spread his hands, "Since that's the case, disasters are the normal means on the battlefield. I thought that Xiao Tang would take action at that time."

Taking a deep breath, Haita's mind turned wildly, quickly calculating the feasibility of this strategy. After a moment of silence, he licked his lips: "Master Weiming... The question now is, how to negotiate with Tang En on this matter, at least we have to speak out. But we don't even know where he is."

Wu Ding seemed to have considered the details before and after a long time ago, and said casually after hearing this: "Then let my grandson be wronged..."

"Uh...a great idea!"

...

...

Soon, the people in the capital discovered that they had a more popular topic of conversation recently.

Philip is in trouble!

As a legendary figure who has made the divorce rate in the capital rise year by year, has made the women in the capital love and hate, and has made the men in the capital want to beat them a hundred times a day, Philippe, the flower wolf in the capital. He has harmed countless chastity among girls and ruined countless chastity among young women. He also has a complicated taste and has a wide range of interests. From wives and concubines of the royal palace ministers to ordinary girls, as long as he looks at each other and never picks on food, he has caused countless love debts. Those who want to cut him can line up from Wangting Castle to the east gate...

Such a person is in trouble every few days, so there is nothing strange about it.

But this time the situation is different. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he actually went to hook up with the young wife of a veteran who was very powerful in the military. You must know that the old general finally waited until his wife passed away, and then married the beautiful young wife who had been raised outside. However, before the wedding was over here, the wolf was targeted by the other side...

Otherwise, it would be a veteran, but his temper was very hot. After breaking through the good news, he forced himself to use his old body to hold a long-handed machete and chase Philip three streets, causing a stir in the whole city and everyone knew about it.

Of course, unlike the ordinary people who have completely fallen into the capital, the people in the upper-level circle of the capital know Philip's true identity. So first, they just took this matter as a joke, just like when Philip hooked up with an old congressman's daughter and was forced to jump over the wall by the other party with a crutch, and it was finally left alone.

But then there was a sudden change. First, the Philip family announced that they would cut off their ties, and then Lord Sword God, who had been silent about the world for many years, seemed to be unable to see the virtues of his grandson. He personally sent a message to Wangting Castle to deal with him strictly, which made the entire capital burst into pieces...

Without thinking about it, just take Philip's charge, especially the countless cases of ruining the chastity of a young woman. Once the investigation and strict handling are carried out, it will definitely be the rhythm of going to the gallows!

Just when a group of nobles were also sighing that Philip had completely taken off this time, the situation followed was a little strange. In the first trial, not only did the old general's beautiful young wife not come, but no other victim came forward to testify against Philip, making him wronged like a pure little white flower...

Of course, this is not the case. The court miscalculated it. They thought that although Philip's reputation was not systematically counted, the young women who were hooked up by him in the capital must be at least dozens of people. (Not counting unmarried girls, Bran's atmosphere is still relatively open. Young men and women, as long as you like and do, they cannot be considered a crime.) They got this opportunity and did not come to expose his true face on their own? Thinking of this, the court did not go through much effort to investigate and interrogate the victim.

But who would have thought that the end of the matter was that no one in question had come out to testify, and when asked, he denied it. However, many cuckolded men came and complained for a long time. Unfortunately, their testimony was not counted. This scene did not make the old general squirt out of blood...

The stalemate lasted for a long time, and the first trial ended in a hurry. Philip returned home safely and waited for the second accusation.

After this battle, Philip's reputation was completely launched, like a living legend, worshipped by countless young people in the noble circle. What a miracle that can only be achieved with a glittering skill in picking up girls. It ruins other people's chastity, not only does it not be resentful, but also allows the victims to secretly protect it. This feat is beyond the past and no one will come later.

However, as the real person involved, Philip is not so proud now...

In the evening, in a single-family loft courtyard.

Philip was drinking alone and was very depressed. It was not because of the current situation, but because he was used as a gun without any choice, so he could not say anything about it.

He raised his head and muttered resentment, "You are really my grandfather! My grandfather! He cheated his juniors so well-known..."

"Damn, I'm not careful in making friends. Why did I get such a disaster for you?... I didn't get any benefits, but there were so many things. In the end, the bad luck is always me..."

"Why, I'm saying that I'm not familiar with him. It's useless to kill me, he won't come out..." A cool breeze swept over and shivered, "Forget it, you'd better come out quickly, otherwise the old man wouldn't know what damage he could come up with... I can't stand it..."

Shaking his head, tilted his head and sipped again, no wine dripped down, shook it, threw it away and shouted, "George, Uncle George, bring me a can of wine again, today I want to...uh, get rid of my worries with drunkenness..."

After the words came, a middle-aged man dressed as a standard housekeeper appeared in the courtyard with a wine can. When he approached, he did not hand over the wine can directly. Instead, he looked at Philip, sat down opposite him, picked up the wine bowl and poured some wine for himself.

"Ha... Not bad, not bad, drink together, drink together to taste... Come on, fill it with me!"

The middle-aged butler filled the wine bowl that was shaking in Philip's hand, and then looked at it with his chin.

"Drink...hey, why don't you drink?" Philip half opened his slightly drunk eyes, looked at the middle-aged housekeeper who was thinking, and urged, "Drink...oh, by the way, I have to clink glasses first..."

"I said..." The middle-aged butler rubbed his forehead and frowned slightly, "Is it interesting for your old man to do this? Haven't you tried it? Even if you want to meet and talk to me, just say it directly, you can just...uh, use such a self-harm trick?"

"What, what? Uncle George, you said... I'll do it!"
Chapter completed!