[BL] After Transmigrating as a Cannon Fodder Crown Prince

Chapter 74

The main camp of the Southern Xinjiang Army was in the center of the camp. Jian Xun lived on the outskirts of the camp, but he walked quickly. When he entered the camp, only a small number of people came.

Ning Chuqing was wearing silver armor and sitting on the main seat. In front of her was a wide table with a sand table on it. Behind her stood a map of southern Daqi, which included parts of the area outside of southern Xinjiang.

The atmosphere in the camp was solemn. Ning Chuqing was holding a long sword in her hand and was wiping the blade with cotton cloth. The blade shone with cold light. The edge of the sword was exposed, but her overall aura was very restrained.

Ning Chuqing is very meticulous in his military use and his methods are cunning. Many times a small team can be used as a surprise force in his hands, so every time there is a discussion, people above the rank of commander-in-chief must be present.

Ning Chuqing discovered Jian Xun's arrival almost immediately.

Ning Chuqing and Jian Xun are like two completely opposite sides. Ning Chuqing is accomplished in the use of soldiers and prefers to hide her strength and bide her time, while Jian Xun prefers to rely on his martial arts to defeat ten groups and show his sharp edge.

After fighting on the battlefield for a few days, Jian Xun's aura has changed drastically. He stood in the crowd holding his sword, which was wider and heavier than the ordinary long sword. A sword that drinks blood.

Even the generals of the Southern Xinjiang Army sitting around the sand table couldn't help but glance at Jian Xun frequently.

Many generals couldn't help but murmur in their hearts, is this the little commander who has made a name for himself on the battlefield in recent days? If this trend continues, it won't be long before this person can hold a position as a junior general.

Looking at the history of the Southern Xinjiang Army, the last person to be promoted so quickly was the current General Zhenyuan himself. It is true that heroes have been born since ancient times.

Although there are occasional fights for fame and fortune within the Southern Xinjiang Army, most of the generals are rare heroes and will not stop newcomers from coming forward. The more people who can ride a thousand people, the more securely Southern Xinjiang can be defended.

Of course, even in Daqi's most stringent army, there will still be people who are jealous of talents and talents. Several lieutenants with lower military ranks looked at Jian Xun unkindly.

However, Jian Xun basically didn't care about other people's eyes. Even if he was looked at overtly or covertly, his expression would not change.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the camp was filled with people, and there was even an unexpected person present.

As soon as this man appeared, many generals gasped in shock, and the atmosphere in the camp suddenly became tense.

Jian Xun was looking at the sand table in a trance, simulating the terrain of the subsequent battlefield in his mind. In this suddenly stagnant atmosphere, he looked up at the door with feeling.

The person who came was wearing a black gown, holding a folding fan in his hand, and had a smile on his face. This face was unfamiliar to most people in the room.

Anyone who had seen this person suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy and did not understand why this person suddenly visited.

The prince's confidant——Pei Yan.

In recent days, the prince has been touring southern Xinjiang, and beside him is a guard battalion commander who looks like a frail scholar.

Pei Yan looks very easy-going, but no one will look down upon him because of his natural smile. Third Young Master Pei is famous all over the world, and his reputation is even louder than that of the prince.