Chapter 97: The Battle of Xiapi—Cao Xin Rescues Lü Bu

“Bastard! That damned Cao Ziyu!”

At the Cao army camp in Xiapi City, Guo Jia, munching on a steamed bun, happened to hear Prime Minister Cao’s fury as he harshly berated Cao Xin, accusing him of wreaking havoc on the country and harming countless people.

Guo Jia raised an eyebrow. “General Zi He, why is the Prime Minister cursing Cao Ziyu again? What has Cao Ziyu done this time?”

Cao Xiu chuckled, “Just now, scouts reported that a few days ago, the imperial envoy was ambushed in Lujiang, and the national jade seal was stolen. She’s been pushing hard to catch up, extremely busy with work, always buried in it. She wants to complete the comprehensive review of the public opinion before the New Year, laying a solid foundation so that on the very first day conditions allow substantive procedures to begin, they can start off with a bang.”

“Mu Tiankuang, don’t blame me for being heartless and unbrotherly. You forced my hand! Who told you to stay comfortably on Red Maple Continent but insisted on coming back?”

The driver’s movements slowed as he shifted his gaze, landing on a group photo that had fallen to the side.

It was clearly something that could have been explained, yet she chose silence and even sacrificed her own honor and status with her own hands.

Though she disliked Mu Jius, she was eager to get rid of the man behind her and couldn’t afford to care much at the moment. She simply thanked them and entered the private room.

Old Zhao snorted, “If you lose, don’t say I’m bullying you.” Saying that, he put down the black chess piece in his hand.

One focused on driving, the other on the scenery outside the window. The car was engulfed in a silence that felt almost excessive.

Her son’s progress was obvious. If she immersed herself in this environment a little longer, perhaps his growth would accelerate even more.

This move was taught to her by Shopkeeper Li. Though it was her first time using it, it still managed to knock Zhao Lesheng out cold.

So... she thought, if his goal truly was Lin Xiao, then even if she were used or wronged, she intended to help him.

Yang Xinnan watched Chen Yu’s figure retreating. The pristine white dress contrasted with her already fair skin, making her seem like a celestial being descended from the clouds. Yang Xinnan was somewhat dazed, gently closing the door, afraid to shatter this tranquility.

Lin Xiaoshang rolled her eyes in disdain, then proceeded to rummage through the somewhat messy but small living room of Ye Qi, searching desperately for a white object that held sway over their fate.

“Rebellion was bound to happen sooner or later. It’s not surprising. For generations, we’ve been others’ blades; no one is willing. When this blade was first forged, such a day was already anticipated,” Ling Daozi said calmly, looking even less tense than before.

However, Xiao Lin was unaware of these things now. Even if he knew, he wouldn’t care. Because he was currently commanding the White Tiger Type I light tank No. 1 vehicle, leading the company’s tank battalion, preparing to annihilate the coalition cavalry of the Indian tribes.

This formation wasn’t impossible to deal with, but in terms of output, it certainly lagged behind the enemy. If the battle dragged into the late stages, output would inevitably enter a fatigue cycle, making the fight exceptionally difficult.

Though Jiang Ling was somewhat puzzled by Zanya’s reaction, since the other party had agreed to the exchange, he turned his attention to the four items on the table. He first picked up the nanmu wood box and opened it, revealing a pill inside.

On this front, Charlie could only urge the steel mill below to smelt suitable cannon-grade steel. Now, iron and copper cast cannons were no longer adequate. Only sturdy, lightweight steel cast cannons could achieve a balance of quality and weight. After more than half a year, the British had finally produced a new cannon.

The impulsive man in black also sensed something amiss. His comrade was usually cautious and had much keener perception than he did. Perhaps, as he said, there really was danger... better to avoid it.

“Where’s my father?” Jiang Dong shouted fiercely, lunging at the hanging ghost. With peak power at the Three Qi realm, he was nearly supersonic; the few hundred meters vanished in the blink of an eye.