ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 12. Snow At the End of Autumn

“Do not insult me again. Tell your mute master, no need to whisper in front of me like a gossiping woman, fellow men act more chivalric. I heard none of your master's voice. Or is your master really mute? Come on, come down, no need to hesitate, I'm so waiting for this meeting. Even if I die in his hands, I have no regrets.”

“Mr Zhao, we have already stroked this gate.It is useless for you to seize it by yourself.” Say the green robe out loud. Her robe was fluttering, smooth as well as her long hair, the wind blew on her. From a distance it looks so handsome and even similar to a woman only in the male version. He was like the boy royals who used to huddle in palace schools and in wine shops, bragging themselves.

“I am not surprised you mastered it, by deceiving and dividing your troops distract us from this place.” Zhao Juren's voice sounded hoarse, the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

“In war, strategy is not a scam.” The green robe with a heavy voice, he showed no fear at all. His head held high as if the presence of a figure beside him made himself confident his life would be fine despite facing off against the class person Zhao Juren, the warlord who was greatly feared from Yanzhi.

But, now that he had actually seen Zhao Juren with his eyes splashed, the man before him looked to him as nothing more than a single tiger who was in a wolf den, nothing\ who could guarantee he was able to break through the bull, every corner was guarded with a careful army of arrows and behind him the sword warriors were on standby without any hesitation.

As powerful as the lion was, let alone considering the state of Zhao Juren who was half of his strength drained in the battle today, he would be exhausted.

Zhao Juren froze in front of the closed door and stood firmly in front of it. The wall was too high to climb or jump. But with Zhao Juren's martial arts skills it wasn't difficult, but he was still considering forcing his way up.

“Down general Qui! I know you're hiding behind your heavy armour. Fight with me. At least if we have to meet death in the hands of each other, we die in the right hands.” Zhao Juren looked desperate with the attitude of the person she was challenging. Not at all concerned with himself.

 “Our commander, asking you to respect the rules of the battle, it is now too dark to continue. Back off and be patient until tomorrow to give your life a piece of time to see the moon tonight.” The green robe laughed neighing like a man mocking.

Zhao Juren did not feel humiliated with that attitude, but what made her hold back the gnashing of her teeth in anger was that the figure wearing the armor did not flinch at all and did not even make a sound. It was like an insult to Zhao Juren who had been going to bow to him, especially after he was known as the biological son of Old King Yan Houcun.

He smiled with his chest rumbling up his sword high.

“I will only retreat if you guys empty this Doting gate!” Zhao Juren's voice boomed like an angry tiger, his entire body trembling withstanding the humiliation that was now raining down on his pride. Without addressing his father, he considered General Qui up there a proud and arrogant man, and he had no obligation to honor him. ,

Zhao Juren is not afraid of anyone, not afraid of war, not afraid of a thousand massacres, he is not at all afraid of death, his only fear is not being able to protect the woman he loves, empress Xiao Yi!

The sky darkened, suddenly lowering a small snow even though this was still in late autumn. Zhao Juren looked up.

“SREEET....!”

He suddenly jumped like an arrowhead towards the place where the red robe and figure in armor with

that iron helmet. The movement was completely unexpected by the soldiers who were on standby with their bows and swords above the gate wall.

In an instant Zhao Juren was already on top of that gate, hovering and swooping so lightly as if the battle armor he was wearing meant nothing to him at all.

Zhao Juren's sword was greeted with a sword belonging to the green robe.

“Mr Zhao, you really are not a person of patience! Even you don't respect the rules of war!” Shouted the green robe screeching furiously. He spun around as if protecting the armor that did not move in the slightest where it stood. It was as if he was a display sculpture only.

“What should I respect? Have you not slylyly seized our gates? Still lucky I only came alone, not bringing my troops along with me.” Zhao Juren grinned, she set her foot on the wall with the sword still slashing the green robe's sword.

Zhao Juren's eyes were fixed straight at the hole that did not protect the eyes of the iron-clad figure. There were eyes that glimmered clear like glass, welcoming his gaze, as if breaking through the dim night.

The squealing of the soldiers waiting for the cue to release the arrows and slam his sword at Zhao Juren sounded to make the atmosphere scary.

The armor raised its hand slowly with the palm open, the bloodthirsty screeching and screaming was immediately silent as on cue.

For a moment a bone-chilling cold wind blew, only the sighs of their breaths were clearly heard in greeting. Zhao Juren was stunned, as he actually stood face to face with the iron robe, he looked shorter than he looked even for a general's size to be too small. He seemed to just hide inside the heavy and big armor to make it look scary.

Now, Zhao Juren became doubtful as to whether or not this man in front of him was actually general Qui, the warlord of the fearsome Niangxi state.

Then he flicked his hand at the green robe, as if to say that he handed over Zhao Juren's business to the handsome-looking man who was holding his sword.

But in an indifferent style he turned his body around. This haughty attitude made Zhao Juren completely inflamed.

“Fuck you, Qui Congkak! I will kill you tonight and put your head on display in Guangli hall!!!” Zhao Juren absorbed in an exploding rage.

He flicked his sword making the less alert green robe lunge to the side so easily Zhao Juren jumped to attack towards the Iron Cloak.

...“General!!!”...

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