Chapter 1439 - 347: Borrowing Power (Part 2)

Chapter 1439: Chapter 347: Borrowing Power (Part 2)

Moreover, they battled fiercely for a long time, both injured and neither retreating.

In the end, they alarmed Li Fusheng, who was wandering around with a team of personal guards, looking for a hunt after capturing West Mountain Fortress!

Li Fusheng initially thought he had found his prey, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be two of his family’s little brats dueling!

He immediately ordered his guards to surround the two parties and personally stepped forward to separate them.

If it had been Luo Ling or Wang Mi who arrived at that time, the matter might have been quietly suppressed, but Li Fusheng was from the Zhenbei Army, entirely separate from these two factions, so he directly reported the incident.

Additionally, Prince Jingnan wasn’t dealing with such matters recently, leaving everything to Lord Zheng, so this memorandum finally fell into Lord Zheng’s hands.

Lord Zheng looked at A Ming and said, "Do you think it’s better to have them in my tent, or shall we go to the King’s Tent?"

Prince Jingnan is not in the central army today.

"Subordinate believes that holding it in the King’s Tent would make you, my lord, appear guilty."

"True."

Lord Zheng nodded, "Bring them in."

Soon,

Hsu Guang and Huang Qi were brought in bound, both carrying injuries.

Immediately afterward,

Luo Ling and Wang Mi also entered. Luo Ling entered with a strong aura, nodded at Lord Zheng sitting there, and then stood to the side with peace of mind.

Within the Jingnan Army, regardless of whether they were from the regular army initially or the reserve army, or newly incorporated commanders in recent years, none were foolish enough to question whether Lord Pingye was one of their own.

After all, their prince entrusted his son to be raised with him, clearly indicating trust.

Wang Mi then bowed with clasped hands towards Zheng Fan:

"Greetings to Lord Pingye."

The general from the local army maintained an opposing stance before Luo Ling, which was his limit.

But he dared not, nor needed to, be arrogant before Lord Zheng.

In fact, Wang Mi also knew that the Lord Pingye before him was also from the local army, initially from Beifeng Prefecture, later transferred to Green Willow Fortress in Yinlang County as a commander. If this isn’t local army, what is?

But he had long been valued by Prince Jingnan, rising rapidly through achievements, with no one daring to label him as a local army leader anymore.

Thinking of this,

Wang Mi looked at Lord Zheng with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

The general meaning being:

You betrayed your class!

"Greetings to Lord Pingye, may you be blessed with health!"

"Greetings to Lord Pingye, may you be blessed with health!"

If the two generals could still manage to maintain some composure, these two lieutenants, bruised and battered, had no standing to show any pride.

Lord Zheng leaned back, feet propped on the table, and sighed.

Luo Ling stepped back and sat on the chair behind him.

Seeing this, Wang Mi also dragged a chair over and sat down.

In the middle, two people kneeling, on three sides, three people seated, indeed has a bit of the air of a "three-court trial."

Lord Zheng, with a hint of a smile, first looked at Hsu Guang and Huang Qi,

then,

looked at Luo Ling sitting to his lower left, and finally, glanced at Wang Mi sitting to his lower right.

"Still have the face to sit here?"

Luo Ling turned his head in surprise to look at Lord Zheng.

Wang Mi immediately lifted his backside, stood up, and looked at Lord Zheng.

Lord Zheng directly kicked over the memorandum on the table,

shouting loudly;

"Still have the damn nerve to sit here!"

Luo Ling clenched his teeth, slowly stood up, but continued to gaze at Lord Zheng.

Meanwhile, Hsu Guang and Huang Qi, kneeling below, began to tremble.

They weren’t cowards afraid of death; otherwise, they wouldn’t have dueled over credit among themselves;

What they feared was the rigorous hierarchy of the military, feared the military orders!

All this time, Lord Pingye had been handling military affairs in the King’s Tent on behalf of the prince, a fact known to the entire army, especially to those of the rank of captain and above.

This was not only due to Lord Pingye’s own prestige but also his temporary "legal authority" granted by Prince Jingnan.

"Lord Pingye!"

Luo Ling couldn’t hold back and shouted.

"Someone come!"

"Buzz!"

A squad of armored guards immediately rushed in from outside the tent; these guards were all personal guards of Prince Jingnan.

Ten years ago, Luo Ling himself was actually a personal guard under Tian Wujing.

The guards drew their swords, pointed at Luo Ling and Wang Mi who were standing.

Fortunately,

Luo Ling and Wang Mi, both generals with swords at their sides, were wise enough not to stupidly draw their own swords.

After all, as capable generals, they were not as foolish as the two clowns below.

Lord Zheng tilted his head slightly,

looked at Luo Ling,

raised his hand,

pointed at him,

motioned downwards with a finger,

said softly:

"Kneel."

Luo Ling stood there, unmoving.

Lord Zheng just kept looking at him, waiting.

The atmosphere in the tent grew oppressive.

But the pressure was not on Lord Zheng or Luo Ling, but on the circle of personal guards of Prince Jingnan just called in by Lord Zheng.

Finally,

two guards stepped forward, placing hands on Luo Ling’s shoulders.

"General Luo, please kneel."

Luo Ling ignored the guards’ urging and continued to stand.

The two guards exchanged a glance and began pressing down simultaneously.

But Luo Ling resisted, still refusing to kneel.

The two guards hesitated, not daring to kick Luo Ling’s knees.

"Lord Pingye, why should I kneel to you?"