Ximen Hao led his Jin Yiwei and slowly entered the north gate of Donglin City with hundreds of Ritian cavalry leading the way.
At this time, he was riding Mo Lin, holding Daji in his arms, wearing golden battle armor, and holding a three-meter-three in one hand.
Next to him was Ji Wubing who was riding a gale wolf. He had a smile on his face, as if he was doing something extraordinary.
More than forty imperial guards also rode on war horses, surrounding the majestic guardian Ximen Hao.
At this time, it seemed that Ximen Hao was like a prince, he had gained a bit of character and was no longer as shabby as before.
Suddenly, a group of men, women, and children appeared from the city gate, each holding flowers in their hands, and some held banners that read: Welcome the eldest prince on his triumphant return!
"Rumble..."
The entire city gate began to tremble.
"The eldest prince! The eldest prince is mighty!"
"First Prince! We love you!"
"My prince, you are the best! You kill the orcs to the point where they call you father and mother!"
"..."
"I...fuck! Xiaoji! What did you do?"
Ximen Hao looked at the team of no less than a thousand people, and each one felt as if he had been given blood. A drop of cold sweat could not help but drip from his forehead.
"Hey! Your Highness, how about it? Each person pays five taels of silver, flowers, and banners at his own expense, and many people are rushing to sign up. Not to mention, Huyanda is an average character, and he is quite good at doing this kind of thing.
of."
Ji Wubing shook his feather fan with a proud look on his face.
After Ximen Hao ordered the campaign, he, the sick dog beside Ximen Hao, spent thousands of taels of silver to do this.
Ximen Hao wiped away a cold sweat. He never thought that one day he would have to spend money to buy fans.
But it’s worth it! With such a group of people walking around Donglin City, it is estimated that their image of bravely killing enemies will soon spread in Qingguo.
"Prince, prince, you are the best! Prince, prince, we love you..."
A welcoming team of nearly a thousand people stood in two rows, waving flowers in their hands and waving banners to welcome the eldest prince's team into the city.
At the city gate, Hu Yanzhuo led all the civil servants out of the city to greet him, as well as several hundred defenders led by Hu Yanda.
Ordinarily, even the prince should not be greeted by the city lord himself in such a battle. If that were the case, Hu Yanzhuo would have broken his legs this year.
What a pity! He was pinched seven inches, and he also saw that the eldest prince came here just to cause trouble.
So after receiving the letter from the sick dog, everything was arranged.
Fortunately, the hundreds of Ritian cavalry were wearing masks, otherwise they would have fallen off their horses in such shame!
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that these ordinary people who received chicken blood were obviously hired with money.
Ximen Hao, on the other hand, was sitting firmly on the Mo Lin, carrying three meters and three meters in one hand, letting go of Daji with the other hand, waving to the people on both sides, which immediately caused a burst of cheers.
Five taels of silver is enough for these people to perform hard!
The team that faced the army and Ximen Hao circled from the North City to the South City. Every time they entered a street, they attracted a crowd of onlookers.
And the team got bigger and bigger, and by the time they reached Nancheng, they had grown to more than 10,000 people!
At the same time, the imperial guards of Dark Flag also disappeared into the crowd one by one. Their mission was to spread the news.
Why did the eldest prince go deep into the enemy's rear, kill the enemy generals, and turn the tide?
Anyway, no matter how awesome you are, you didn’t say it, and no matter how powerful you are, you say it.
It was originally an ordinary battle. After the eldest prince became the protagonist, the news spread smoothly. Coupled with the previous incident in Anyang City, the eldest prince Ximen Hao, who was once a joke in the Qing Dynasty, instantly became a myth among the people!
For a time, the eldest prince's reputation became so prominent that even the factionless officials in the court were ready to take action.
…
Hanmei Xiaozhu, entrance.
"Report! Your Highness, there is someone waiting at the door of Hanmei Xiaozhu!"
Zhao Yunlong in the front returned and reported to Ximen Hao in the back.
"Oh? Someone came early before Master Hao came home?"
Ximen Hao's brows twitched and he turned to look. The welcoming team behind him had dispersed, and Hu Yanzhuo and other officials had also returned to the city lord's palace.
"Yunlong, take the cavalry back to camp."
"Yes! Your Highness! Ritian Iron Cavalry! Return to camp!"
"Rumble..."
As the hundreds of cavalry dispersed, Ximen Hao also discovered five men wearing samurai uniforms standing at the door of Hanmei Xiaozhu.
One of them I even knew, turned out to be Di Hu’s eldest son, Di Chou!
"Huh? Why are they here?"
Ji Wubing frowned, Di Chou's arrival was so unexpected.
"Mo Lin, let's go."
Ximen Hao clicked his heel, and Mo Lin braved the magic flames and walked to the door of Hanmei Xiaozhu, while the Jin Yiwei guarded him tightly inside.
Di Chou at the door had a strange expression at this time. It was the first time he saw the other party, and there were only a few destitute guards on the other side.
But in just over two months, the other party already had the temperament of a prince.
Not only that, the Dzogchen cultivation in the Qi Condensation Stage, the strange monsters emitting demonic flames, and the exaggerated Crescent Moon Sword made him feel like he was in a dream.
"roar!"
Mo Lin roared and stopped in front of the five people.
The four warriors behind Di Chou all changed their expressions, and at the same time they put their hands on their waist swords.
"snort!"
Ximen Hao snorted coldly, waved his hand and inserted San Mi San at the door, then turned over and got out of Mo Lin.
Daji jumped down immediately, and Mo Lin turned into the size of a kitten and jumped into Ximen Hao's arms.
"Di Chou, I have met His Highness the Prince!"
Di Chou bowed his hand in a bow, and when they met again, he had completely changed his view on Ximen Hao.
If nothing else, this kind of aura was enough to impress him.
Moreover, the fact that the other party killed the orc general had already reached his ears.
"I'll wait to see His Highness the Prince!"
The four warriors behind Di Chou knelt on one knee. They were Di Chou's guards and must kowtow.
Ximen Hao stroked Mo Lin's black scales, but he was thinking about Di Chou's purpose.
"No gift."
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
"Diqiu, I think you came to Donglin City this time not to congratulate me, right?"
As Ximen Hao spoke, he entered Hanmei Xiaozhu and said lightly:
"Come in, everyone."
"Hoola!"
The Jin Yiwei were divided into two teams, one team guarded the door, and the other team followed Ximen Hao closely.
Di Qiu looked at these guards wearing strange clothes and holding strange weapons, and his heart skipped a beat: It seems that the rumors about the Jin Yiwei are true.
"Haha~ General Di, what are you thinking about? Please come inside." Ji Wubing also got off his mount at this time, fanning himself and smiling.
Di Chou's pupils shrank again. This handsome young man whom he had met once must be the young master of the Tianji Sect.
"Master Ji, please go first." He said politely.
"Hahaha! Please... cough, cough, cough!"
Ji Wubing coughed, then took Di Qiu's arm and walked inside.
At this time, Ximen Hao had already entered the living room of Hanmei Xiaozhu and was taking off his golden armor, being served by Bilian and Liu Quan.
When you go home, there is no need to pretend to be a general.