She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

Cao Xiong did not know what the dark gun barrel was, but with it aimed at his forehead, he dared not make any rash moves.

Zhao Zun pressed Cao Xiong to the ground, aggressively kneeling on his spine, with his hands tied behind his back. Cao Xiong struggled, eyes wide with fury.

"Zhao Zun! How dare you touch me? His Majesty will not spare you!"

Zhao Zun sneered, swiftly pulling out handcuffs and cuffing Cao Xiong’s hands.

"Cao Xiong, you worthless fool, reporting false military intelligence, unfit to be a Marshal, and deserving of punishment! Today you shall be seized and sent to the Capital City, waiting for His Majesty’s judgment!"

Cao Xiong’s aides venturously attempted to move forward to rescue him, but as soon as they moved, a piercing pain in their calves stopped them. Some couldn’t help but scream.

"Ah!"

Zhao Zun’s trusted aides looked at them coldly, their guns firmly aimed at the back of their heads.

Mr. Meng shouted harshly, "Whoever dares to move again, the next shot goes to your heads!"

The aides immediately lost their nerve.

They lay on the ground, unable to see what had injured them, but the pain in their calves and the cold sensation at the back of their heads made them realize the trusted aides were serious.

The soldiers in the camp heard the commotion, stopping their drills to watch with curious eyes.

Seeing the current Marshal Cao Xiong pinned down by the former Marshal Zhao Zun, they widened their eyes in astonishment and whispered.

"What’s going on? How did Marshal Cao get taken down by Mr. Zhao?"

"I heard it’s about reporting false military intelligence, Mr. Zhao wants to escort him back to the Capital City!"

"Didn’t you see, just now Mr. Song was infuriated by his false reporting and left?"

"Mr. Su and Mr. Song must be cursing his ancestors now!"

"Hahaha..."

"Hey! Do you think Mr. Zhao will return?"

"If Mr. Zhao comes back, it would be fantastic! The brothers at Beiguan would see hope again!"

The soldiers discussed eagerly, all hoping for events to unfold in the direction they anticipated.

Zhao Zun stood up, scanned the surroundings, and loudly announced.

"Beiguan Marshal Cao Xiong has been apprehended for reporting false military intelligence. He will be sent to the Capital City for His Majesty’s judgment! The Beiguan Garrison will be taken over by former Beiguan Marshal Zhao Zun!"

"Wow! Wonderful!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhao is back."

"Mr. Zhao certainly stayed."

...

As soon as his words fell, the soldiers cheered in excitement, with no opposition, and everyone’s face revealed joy.

Wan Congfei, the commander of Ling’an City’s defense, led a group of soldiers over, smiling to congratulate.

"Mr. Zhao, congratulations on your return to Beiguan! The brothers have been looking forward to your return!"

Wan Congfei, in his forties, was calm, steady, and incredibly skilled.

Because he looked quite like a monkey, besides being respectfully called General by the soldiers, his friends liked calling him by his nickname—"Monkey."

Like Ma Cheng, he rose through the ranks in the military over ten years due to his capability, being step by step promoted to his position today by the merit-based Zhao Zun.

Zhao Zun smiled slightly, patted Wan Congfei’s shoulder: "Monkey, you’ve worked hard these months."

Wan Congfei laughed heartily, scratching his head.

"Mr. Zhao, don’t mention it. It isn’t hard. We all feel at ease to follow you into battle again! Everyone, isn’t that so?"

"Yes!"

The soldiers gleefully responded in unison.

Just then, the Imperial Army Cao Xiong brought from the Capital City hurried over. Their leader glared at Zhao Zun, scolding sternly.

"Zhao Zun! You dare seize military power without authorization! This is rebellion! We will report your actions to the court!"

Zhao Zun chuckled derisively, his gaze sharp: "Report to the court? With just you?"

Upon hearing this, the trusted aides around him swiftly swung their backpacks to the front.

Swish! Swish! Clank!

Ten M16 automatic rifles gleamed into view, their black barrels all aimed at the legs of the Imperial Army.

The Imperial Army, bewildered, looked at their fluid motions, not knowing what they held.

Mr. Meng spoke coldly: "The Beiguan Garrison is now commanded by Mr. Zhao, as long as Beiguan’s brothers agree. Anyone who dares speak again, beware of your legs."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Imperial Army instantly turned pale.

They were clearly ready to resort to force!

Someone couldn’t help but take a few steps back, voice trembling: "You...you dare to touch the Imperial Army? That’s rebellion. His Majesty will not let you off!"

Mr. Meng now despised hearing the words "His Majesty," as the actions of Emperor Jing had already chilled his heart thoroughly.

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