Lu Wei personally led his army to attack the North City Gate. At that time, the one who fought with the other was King Zhuoerche of Wuluo.

The coaches of the two sides looked at each other from a distance and clearly saw the war in their eyes.

"It's the first time I've seen Marshal Lu's reputation for a long time."

"Sure enough, the hero is a young man, and Marshal Lu's heroic posture is admirable."

"It's a pity that you and I have always been in a state of hostility. When your grandfather killed my father, today I am afraid that you and I will only be the battle of death."

"Although I, Zhuoerche, is not as famous as Marshal Lu, I am not a person who is afraid of death."

"King Wuluo is too humble. I haven't congratulated you on having a capable military advisor in your account." Lu Wei said something.

"I don't know what Marshal Lu means." Zhuoerche pretended to be stupid. He should know what Lu Wei means. Five days ago, a man who claimed to be Yang Xiang's son came to the mansion to recognize his relatives.

Zhuoerche asked the soldiers to confiscate his weapons and tie them to the lobby. The war was in a hurry. Of course, you should be extra careful about these people who suddenly appeared and beware of explosions.

The man took out the token and the weapon in his hand and handed it to the guards. Zhuoerche ordered the man to merge the token he had sent from Ren Ante with the Young Master Yang. The two wooden signs were very consistent and positively connected to the character Yang. I think this person's identity was not a fake. But he did not order people to loosen his ties immediately, but asked several questions in succession: "I ordered people to guard the entrances of Nanling City in the southeast, southwest and northwest. How did you come in?"

"Second, Chang'an came to tell you that someone like you, but why did you choose to appear now?"

"Third, what can your appearance help me?"

Mo Yun, Yang Yun smiled lightly, took off the taciturn words around Lu Wei, and now he has regained his true identity. His demeanor from the inside out is much more energetic than before. His smile had a convincing feeling.

"King Wuluo has some questions. Yang waited for you to finish asking at one time before answering them together." Yang Yun stretched out his right hand, raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture of invitation.

In Zhuoerche's opinion, his behavior was somewhat slight at this time, and he did not blame him because of his identity.

"I have asked you all, can Mr. Yang tell me one by one?" Zhuoerche's attitude was obviously much more polite than before. Yang Yun knew that this was for the sake of his powerful father.

The word "father" is still difficult to chew in his mouth or in his mind.

After dependent on his mother for ten years, he was taken back to the Yang family. However, he met the so-called father a few times in a hurry and was thrown into a strange place. After several years of fighting, he stood out from thousands of children, stood beside the boy, and became the guard of the Lu family.

Now he has just finished his 20th birthday. Thinking about the days when he fought side by side with Mo Yu, Mo Shan and others seemed to make him forget that the blood of the Yang family flowed in his body, he was just a guard who cared about the young man who cared about the whole country.

If it weren't for the sudden receipt of my mother's family letter on the eve of the war, I would have met the man who once gave me his life again nine years later.

He gave himself this wooden sign that could identify his identity and told him to turn against him at a critical moment to help Wu Luo.

He did not agree readily at that time. He was inevitably infected with some temperament in the Lu family over the years. His father began to talk about his mother, telling his deep affection for him, and telling his mother's little things in the Yang family.

He understood that this was warning himself that if he did not obey the arrangement, her mother would return to the miserable days ten years ago.

He understood that since that person said it, he would definitely be able to do it, because he only had arrogant power in his eyes, how could he have worldly affection?

Yang Yun knew that his betrayal of Moyun, Moshan, and Moyuan would definitely hate him to death, and he didn't know what the young master would be like for ten years.

He actually did not intend to tell Zhuoerche Lu Wei all the plans. The only thing he would betray was probably the secret passage in Beicheng.

Yang Yun tried his best to get rid of the surging guilt in his heart. Why did it take several days to appear here? It's because

He needs to accumulate enough courage to say goodbye to himself yesterday, and it is a torment to be the young master of the Yang family again.

"Why haven't Mr. Yang answered my question for a long time?" Zhuoerche waited for a long time and didn't hear back, so he spoke out to remind him.

"Sorry, Yang is not very adaptable to this identity. I hope King Wuluo will forgive me." Yang Yun walked tightly and bowed to apologize.

"It's okay." Zhuoerche waved his hand and showed that he didn't take his mistakes to heart.

"Thank you, King Uluo."

"Yang first answers King Wuluo's first question, which is exactly what you need to send someone to solve."

"Oh?" Zhuoerche became interested and listened carefully.

"Yang came from the dry well under the wall of the East City Gate."

When Yang Yun said this, Zhuoerche was shocked, "Why didn't I know that there was a secret passage out of the city at the East City Gate?"

"I have a picture of the entire city of Nanling City, and there are no marks on the drawings."

"Wulo King is not a native of the Tang Dynasty. He probably doesn't understand the methods of craftsmen. This is the escape route they left for themselves. How could he be carelessly marked on the yard map? Isn't this trying to find a way out for himself?" Yang Yun chuckled again.

After hearing this, Zhuoerche nodded in agreement.

"Yang naturally had a way to get the complete drawing from the descendants of those craftsmen."

"The second question of King Wuluo is that Yang's appearance can only show my role until the most important time."

"King Wuluo, do you think so?" Yang Yun smiled sly, his eyes shining brightly.

Zhuoerche was speechless and had to shrugge his shoulders to show his understanding.

"The third question, what can my appearance help you?"

"As far as I see, my appearance at least prevents you from being attacked by others inside and outside."

"I don't know when it will be difficult for King Wuluo to loosen Yang?" Yang Yun protested calmly. Zhuoerche got the answer he wanted and immediately ordered his subordinates to untie the rope on Yang Yun's body.

Restoring freedom, Yang Yun shook his hands and feet with his heart, "I wonder if the secret passage at the foot of the Dongcheng Gate Wall is blocked or kept?"

"Of course, it was destroyed. You can get the map from the craftsmen, but it is hard to guarantee that the Tang army did not get it."

"In order to prevent accidents, we must block this secret passage." Zhuo Leqi made a decision immediately.

"I wonder when Mr. Yang will take my king's people to the entrance and exit of the secret passage?"

"Everything is possible now." Yang Yun threatened to go there immediately, which surprised Zhuoerche.

"Young Master Yang has worked hard all the way. I think I should take a break. It's not too late to act tomorrow?"

"King Wuluo's words are wrong. Now that the war is about to break out, it can only be sooner or later." Zhuoerche naturally didn't know that what Yang Yun feared the most now was his time alone. He was used to days and nights of being alert all the time. Suddenly he was idle, and the depression in his heart could not be relieved, which was very uncomfortable. He needed to do something to divert this emotion.

"Since Mr. Yang does not bother or be tired, I will send someone to you."

Yang Yun smiled and nodded in agreement.

In this way, Yang Yun not only participated in the secret passage to plug the leak, but also gave instructions on the Tang army's combat methods. Although it was superficial, Zhuoerche still smelled something unusual in this person.

Now that he heard Lu Wei’s hint, he felt nervous. He knew such a secret matter. Could that Young Master Yang be an undercover agent of Tang Jun?

But that identity wooden sign is not fake. Could this be the Taoist Li Zang?

"Does King Wuluo really think that he is a vegetarian?"

"Your military advisor destroyed the secret passage I found at the north wall."

"Is Wu Luo very confused that I know so clearly? You have to ask him yourself." Lu Wei no longer wasted quarrels with him and turned to pass on the order: "Lu family soldiers, listen to me, the barbarians seized my city, and now they are still promoting martial arts and power in front of me."

"As men of the Tang Dynasty, we swear to defend the country's territory to the death and give it to me." Lu Wei suddenly pulled the bow and drew the arrow, and the sharp iron arrow came out in the wind, reaching Zhuoerche's head.

At the same time, the arrows outside the Dongcheng Gate were like raining, and they whizzed at the soldiers on the city walls. The soldiers carrying huge loud wooden trees outside the city gate pushed and hit the city gate hard. The deafening shouts and fighting were endless.

The guards beside Zhuoerche quickly tried to resist Lu Wei's iron arrow. Only a sound of iron inserting into the muscles was heard. The soldier's abdomen hit the arrow. The soldier vomited blood and died on the spot. The power of the arrow did not diminish. The soldier's corpse rushed straight towards Zhuoerche. The sharp arrow in front of him was about to penetrate his body at the same speed. Suddenly, a masked man in gray jumped from the city wall. He slashed hard and turned the arrow direction, aiming at another guard beside Zhuoerche. The two corpses were hung next to the arrow, and finally stopped its power.

Lu Wei glanced at the two of them, then drew three bows and arrows from his waist and immediately shot at Zhuoerche and the masked man again.

He recognized who the masked man was, and he turned into ashes, and it was Mo Yun who left him.

He no longer cared about the friendship between master and servant and his family and country, why did he leave a way out for him?

When they met on a narrow road, the two were already opposite, and Lu Weike never ruthlessly towards the enemy.

The three arrows in Lu Wei's hand flew away like a fierce wind. Yang Yun blocked Zhuoerche behind him, and the long swords in his hand hovered, blocking many misty arrows for King Wuluo.

Lu Wei sat on the back of a horse, his cold and harsh gaze like an eagle locked the target on the city tower. He knew Yang Yun's kung fu well. The three iron arrows he fired were soon blocked by him one by one. The swords and arrows collided, and a few tiny sparks flashed. It is conceivable that Lu Wei used a lot of effort.

The iron arrow flew down, and Yang Yun still maintained a defensive posture. Because of his timely rescue, all the previous doubts were wiped out.

"Young Master Yang is good at kung fu." Zhuoerche did not forget to praise him.

"King Wuluo should command under the city."

"The Marshal Lu is very brave at the city. We don't need to confront him at this time." Yang Yun whispered to dissuade him. He understood his responsibilities at this time.
Chapter completed!