GBP Chapter 46 People are coming! Run!
Chapter 46 People are coming! Run!
The name "Silver Armored Soldiers" was not unfamiliar to Pei Yunjing. He remembered his maternal grandfather mentioning it when he was a child, saying that these soldiers were far more powerful than the army his grandfather led.
The sheer number of silver-armored soldiers was astonishing, reaching a staggering 100,000. Given Pei Nanxing's abilities and status, if he were determined to seize the throne, it should be an easy task for him.
However, at this moment, he came to support him with 10,000 silver-armored soldiers, which filled Pei Yunjing with doubt and unease.
Why would he choose to help himself?
Pei Yunjing couldn't be sure, but he knew that now was not the time to think about this question.
The most important task at present is to train the disaster victims into a combat-ready force to deal with the approaching enemy.
Just then, Pei Nanxing slowly stood up, carefully tidied his robes and headdress, and then walked out of the tent at a leisurely pace.
He skillfully mounted a horse and rode towards the city wall.
Pei Nanxing's army resembled an iron dragon, kicking up dust and displaying a majestic and domineering presence.
Pei Yunjing was also seeing the true appearance of the silver-armored soldiers for the first time, and he also noticed the weapons, shields, bows and arrows used by those silver-armored soldiers.
These are all very similar to the items that Nian Nian sent over.
Furthermore, the ballistae at the front of this army were completely different from those he had seen in his grandfather's army.
Pei Nanxing's crossbow cart was taller and more exquisite, and what was intriguing was that it was engraved with some special symbols.
Just then, Pei Nanxing lifted the carriage curtain, peeked out, and exchanged a glance with Pei Yunjing, who was standing inside the city. He nodded slightly, indicating a tacit understanding and approval.
As the army slowly entered the city and gradually filled the empty streets, the hearts of the disaster victims, which had been hanging in suspense, finally began to settle down. Witnessing the arrival of the silver-armored soldiers, they felt a surge of inexplicable comfort and hope.
The imperial court had not forgotten them and sent troops to their aid, which made them feel incredibly warm.
At this moment, Pei Nanxing slowly stepped down from the carriage. He had specially chosen an open space next to the government office as his campsite.
His gaze was fixed on Pei Yunjing, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. Then, a slight smile played on his lips as he spoke:
"Nephew Yun Jing, how have you been?"
After speaking, he turned and strode towards the camp inside the county government office, his steps hurried and firm, as if there was something important waiting to be dealt with.
However, he seemed to pay no attention to the disaster victims around him who were hoping for help, and didn't even spare a glance for them.
Pei Yunjing watched his departing figure, her brows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt rising in her heart.
He casually asked, "Uncle, where are you headed?"
Logically speaking, when you come to a disaster area to provide support and relief, your primary task should be to care for and comfort the affected people. However, Pei Nanxing seemed so eager and indifferent, which left me completely baffled.
Upon hearing this, Pei Nanxing stopped in his tracks. After a long pause, he slowly said, "I wanted to see if the grain my nephew brought was enough to feed the disaster victims..."
As he spoke, he took another step forward, as if to check the grain.
The surrounding disaster victims also noticed this scene and turned to look at them.
Pei Yunjing slowly raised his head, staring into Pei Nanxing's eyes, mimicking his tone, and said slowly, "The disaster victims have enough food to eat, but... the silver-armored soldiers..."
He deliberately dragged out his words, not continuing.
Pei Nanxing's expression changed slightly, and a hint of tension flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
Pei Yunjing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. He knew that his uncle must have understood the meaning behind his words.
Ten thousand silver-armored soldiers will surely eat more than the disaster victims, and then we'll have to trouble Nian Nian to send more food. But should we tell the Imperial Uncle about the magical bronze mirror?
A hint of doubt flashed in Pei Yunjing's eyes...
"Nephew, you need not worry about the silver-armored soldiers. The food I brought is enough to sustain us..." Pei Nanxing leaned back and pointed to the army's carriages behind him.
He paused for a moment, realizing he had been too hasty, then turned and walked into the disaster camp to greet them warmly.
He smiled and spoke with the disaster victims, inquiring about their living conditions and assuring them that the imperial court would resolve their difficulties as soon as possible.
The disaster victims were very grateful for his arrival and praised his kindness and care. Pei Nanxing presented a friendly image, winning the favor of the disaster victims.
Half an incense stick later, Pei Nanxing also seized the opportunity to come to Pei Yunjing's tent.
He looked around at the sword hanging above the bed, a glint of light flashing in his eyes;
The moment he entered, Pei Nanxing noticed that the armor and weapons of each soldier were different from those distributed by the imperial court.
It seems Yun Jing has received help...
At this moment, his gaze slowly fell upon the phoenix bronze mirror…
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Meanwhile, the timeline fast-forwards to the present day...
Niannian looked at Fu Tong, who was sleeping like a pig, and frowned, saying in a cute but fierce way, "Tongtong, wake up! Stop sleeping! We've been captured by bad guys!"
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Fu Tong was still asleep, instead humming softly like a little pig in her sleep.
Niannian took a deep breath, raised her little hand and gritted her teeth: "I'm sorry, Tongtong..." She slapped Fu Tong's face.
A crisp "snap" sound echoed in the air.
"Ah!" Fu Tong covered her face, her body suddenly sprang up, her eyes wide open, filled with surprise and confusion.
The small palm print on her fair face was particularly eye-catching, like a blooming little flower.
She looked at Niannian with a bewildered expression, her voice tinged with grievance: "It hurts so much, where am I? Where's Mommy?"
As her consciousness gradually returned, Fu Tong began to look around, her eyes revealing confusion and bewilderment. She gently rubbed her slapped cheek, feeling the slight pain.
"You naughty girl, did you hit me?" Fu Tong pouted, her tone carrying a hint of complaint.
Niannian, her face tense, said anxiously, "If we don't wake you up, we won't be able to get out. Hurry up and go down, or if those bad guys come back, we won't be able to escape!"
After saying that, she mustered her courage and carefully jumped off the altar, landing with a soft sound.
"Huh?" Fu Tong looked bewildered and at a loss. She tried hard to recall what had happened before, but the memories in her mind were blurry.
She only remembered falling asleep in her mother's car and then waking up to find herself here.
"Where's Mom?" Fu Tong murmured to herself, a sense of unease rising in her heart. She looked around, trying to find Wen Wan's figure.
Niannian frowned and impatiently urged, "Hurry up, if you're not leaving, I'll go by myself!"
Having said that, she strode towards the small door without hesitation. But just then, she heard soft footsteps outside…
"Bah…"
"Bah…"