Capítulo 5: My temper is so good
The tasks released by the system should not be fake.
Since the system believes that Beiluo City is about to fall, it is highly likely that Dad is confident, just overly confident.
Lu Fan felt a bit annoyed. Is this a high-risk task right from the start?
However, defending a city is relatively easier than attacking one.
Although the North County Prefect led fifty thousand troops to attack the city, Lu Changkong is not an ordinary defender.
"Ningjie, how many defenders do we have in Beiluo City?"
Lu Fan asked.
"Young Master... With Master here, you don't need to worry about these things."
Ning Zhao said seriously.
The Young Master is already tired enough, he doesn't need to worry about these trivial matters.
"I'm just asking..."
Lu Fan smiled.
"Beiluo City has twenty thousand troops. If we add the private troops of the three major families in the city and other small clans, we can probably gather twenty-five thousand defenders. It will be difficult for the North County Army to break through Beiluo City."
Ning Zhao said.
She is not an ordinary maid, and she also has her own analysis of the situation inside Beiluo City.
"The three major families?"
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.
For a well-fortified city like Beiluo City to fall, besides external factors, the biggest possibility is internal corruption.
Is it possible that the three major families colluded with the North County Prefect?
Lu Fan lightly tapped his slender fingers on the thin blanket on his thigh.
"Ningjie, do you think the three major families... would betray us?"
Lu Fan thought for a moment and spoke.
Ning Zhao was startled. She raised her delicate hand to hold her hair and furrowed her eyebrows slightly, shaking her head, "It's impossible... the three major families would never dare."
"After all, Master is the only Grandmaster in Beiluo City and still holds a lot of prestige. Doesn't the Emperor have any authority? This world values interests, relying solely on prestige won't work."
"Ningjie, push me to the city wall to defend."
Ning Zhao's expression changed slightly, "Young Master, it's dangerous on the city wall."
"Ningjie, don't forget, I am the one blessed by an immortal."
Lu Fan laughed lightly.
He had a feeling that for a long time to come, this unfathomable immortal would be his shield.
Ning Zhao took a deep breath, sensing the spiritual energy surging in her lower abdomen, her expression dark and uncertain.
In the end, she chose to believe in Lu Fan.
After all, the Young Master is the one who holds the key to changing the world.
Therefore, Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, out of the Lu Manor.
Yiyue and Ni Yu snapped back to their senses and quickly followed.
...
Beiluo City, on the city wall.
Lu Changkong, wearing cold armor with a Qinfeng sword at his waist, stood there with a stern expression, exuding a powerful aura.
Around him, many strong and fierce soldiers stood there with their swords drawn.
Below the city, there were densely arranged troops surrounding Beiluo City, making it impossible for anyone to escape.
In front of the city gate, a fierce man with a bare upper body and bronze skin covered in totem tattoos stood there, cursing and swearing below, his spit flying, and his dirty language filled the air.
In front of this fierce man, there was a ** lying on the ground, with blood gushing out and staining the yellow sand.
Lu Changkong's face looked grim.
"What is this person's name?"
Lu Changkong didn't turn around, just coldly asked the soldiers beside him.
"Reporting to the City Lord, this person is named Feng Shi, a fierce general from the North County. He has innate divine power and is a major general under the North County Prefect, Dantai Xuan."
The soldier's face was equally grim.
In the battle between the two armies, when the general of Beiluo City was about to challenge, he was easily defeated by Feng Shi in just three moves. He didn't even have time to retreat back into the city, which was a blatant slap in the face.
It was a major blow to the morale of the defenders of Beiluo City.
"This person is quite powerful, a top-notch expert with innate divine power. Does anyone in Beiluo City dare to fight?"
A trusted general of Lu Changkong asked with a cold face.
Lu Changkong's gaze was deep and sharp, staring straight at the army below the city.
Looking at the distant military tent, as if he wanted to see through the tent and make eye contact with someone of high rank inside.
"A top-notch expert with innate divine power as soon as he makes a move, what kind of medicine is Dantai Xuan selling in the gourd?"
Lu Changkong pondered in his heart.
Even under Lu Changkong's command, there were not many top-notch experts, especially top-notch experts like Feng Shi.
Below the city.
Feng Shi had a burly figure, and his hair was tied into braids that looked fierce and unrestrained.
He rode on his horse, carrying a ** on his back, galloping under the breach of the city, cursing and shouting.
"Lu Pinfu of Beiluo City, dare you come down and fight me?!"
"Lu Changkong, you dog-like thing, do you only know how to hide in the city?"
"What kind of trash did you send out, chopped off with just one strike? I didn't even get enough joy!"
"Hahaha! Lu Pinfu, I heard that your son, Lu Fan, is paralyzed in bed, but he has fair and tender skin. How about giving him to me? My soldiers love tender-skinned people!"
...
Feng Shi laughed heartily, and the horse under him snorted hot air from its nostrils. The guards on the walls of Beiluo City wore expressions of anger. Many powerful figures around Lu Changkong clenched their fists. They pleaded with Lu Changkong to send them into battle. Unfortunately, Lu Changkong did not grant their wish. As the only grandmaster warrior in Beiluo City, he was well aware of the strength of his subordinates. Feng Shi, a top-tier martial artist with innate divine power, was not a match for ordinary warriors, even in one-on-one combat, unless a grandmaster took action. If his subordinates were to go, it would only be a senseless sacrifice. That's why Lu Changkong remained silent. His gaze shifted coldly and fell upon Feng Shi, who was holding the reins of his horse. Although it was normal for both sides to taunt and insult each other before a battle, this man's words were simply too offensive. Insulting Lu Changkong meant nothing to him. What was even more despicable was that this person had humiliated his son, Lu Fan. Lu Fan was Lu Changkong's weak spot! Lu Changkong placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and his eyes filled with boiling killing intent as he abruptly turned around. The soldiers present couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes briefly filled with excitement. Was the city lord, a grandmaster level martial artist, going to take action personally?! "You, guard the city gate. Pay attention to the people from the three major clans. If they dare to cause trouble, cut off their heads and wait for me to return," Lu Changkong said calmly to his trusted aides by his side. The aides and generals felt a chill in their hearts and nodded solemnly. In the next moment, Lu Changkong swung onto a horse with glossy sweat and blood, his legs clamping down and the reins held high. With a neigh, the sound of horses' hooves resounded. The city gates opened wide. Dust flew as the horse galloped on the green bricks. It charged out of Beiluo City like a sharp spear. ... Because of the impending battle, the people in Beiluo City had all taken shelter in their houses. The streets were sparsely populated and very quiet. Creaking sounds echoed as wooden wheelchair wheels rubbed against the ground. A graceful and mature woman laid her delicate hands on the armrest as she pushed the wheelchair slowly towards the city gate. Seated quietly on the wheelchair was a young man in a white shirt. A thin woolen blanket covered his legs, one hand propped up his chin, and the other lightly flicked the blanket. He had mastered the art of appearing aloof perfectly. On the right side of the wheelchair, a foxy-faced maid in a beige skirt, with a long whip at her waist, followed meekly with lowered eyes. On the left side of the wheelchair, a maid with a double bun hairstyle and a slightly chubby face hummed as she ran alongside, holding an umbrella for the young man. They were Lu Fan and his three maids. This peculiar group stood out on the quiet street. Suddenly, a rough laughter rang out from outside the city. Although the sound had traveled a considerable distance and weakened somewhat, it was still audible to martial artists with keen hearing and sharp eyesight. "Hahaha! Lu the commoner, I heard that your son Lu Fan is bedridden but has delicate and fair skin. Why not give him to me? My soldiers love young and tender people!" Lu Fan couldn't hear it clearly, but he felt as though someone was praising his good looks vaguely. Although he had a system, his physical strength in the system panel was only 05, making him a weakling with no fighting ability. However, Ning Zhao and Yi Yue could hear it clearly. Ning Zhao's face immediately darkened, and a cold killing intent flashed across her beautiful face. Yi Yue's teeth lightly bit down as she placed her delicate hand on the whip at her waist, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent. Ni Yu, on the other hand, looked confused. She was just like Lu Fan and couldn't hear anything; she could only pant and hold the umbrella. "Ning Jie, what did that guy outside shout?" Lu Fan asked, one hand supporting his chin and the other smoothing out the wrinkles on the thin blanket over his legs. "Young Master, he didn't say anything important," Ning Zhao said with a smile that blossomed like flowers, dispelling the killing intent. Lu Fan rolled his eyes. Didn't she feel the killing intent that Ning Zhao had just shown? "It's alright. Boldly tell me, I've been bedridden for so many years, I've long been accustomed to rumors and gossip. I have a calm temperament and can enjoy watching flowers bloom and fall in the courtyard, following the clouds and breeze outside the sky. My temper is good," Lu Fan chuckled. Ning Zhao continued to smile without saying anything. Who would believe that? As someone who suffered from a leg condition, Lu Fan had a very irritable temper, and Ning Zhao, as a maid, knew it well. "Yi Yue, what do you think?" Lu Fan sighed and turned to Yi Yue, who was holding the umbrella. Yi Yue hesitated for a moment, reluctant to speak, but since she still needed Lu Fan's favor, she didn't dare to go against it and obediently spoke, recounting Feng Shi's words that had come from outside the city. She hadn't finished yet. Lu Fan took a deep breath, covering his chest. The smile on his face gradually disappeared. "I feel so stuffy and uncomfortable... My liver hurts," he said. So angry it hurt his liver? Ning Zhao and Yi Yue: "..."
Who boldly claimed to have a good temper while patting their heart?
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