My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

"Great Zhou can still hold its ground."

Cheng Guang chuckled and said, "Deng, stop asking. I naturally have my own reasons."

"Help me out with this, and you'll have repaid the favor you owe me."

Deng nodded slightly upon hearing this and said no more, stepping out.

For Deng.

If from the start, Cheng Guang had asked him to capture the Princely Heir of Great Yuan, how could it be considered a favor?

But now.

After clashing with Zhou Qingxu and almost failing to protect Cheng Guang.

The request Cheng Guang was making now seemed anything but sincere.

Deng felt an inexplicable taste of bitterness in his heart.

But he had no way to say anything to Cheng Guang's face.

All he could do was frown, pretend to contemplate, and go to where Great Yuan's forces were stationed to capture someone.

After Deng had left.

Cheng Guang remained standing in the same spot.

A good while passed.

Cheng Guang, with one hand on the railing, let his legs give way beneath him and slowly sat down.

"Damn, the might of the Black-faced Vajra Buddha is truly formidable. If he hadn't held back at the last moment, I'm afraid I would have been seriously injured."

"Blundering into this bet was a bit too risky, not stable enough," Cheng Guang muttered to himself, going over the recent fight in his mind.

As Cheng Guang was reviewing his battle with Zhou Qingxu.

Deng stepped into Wu Mengde's tent of the Yuan Army.

At this moment, Wu Mengde was still standing at the entrance of his tent, scanning the surroundings for Zhou Qingxu's figure.

"What the fuck, where did Mr. Zhou go?"

"How did he suddenly disappear??"

"And why did the Black-faced Vajra Buddha he summoned suddenly turn to attack Mr. Zhou??"

"What on earth is going on here??"

Wu Mengde's lips were constantly moving, speaking incessantly.

Zhou Qingxu's disappearance was like a bolt from the blue for Wu Mengde.

Zhou Qingxu was Great Yuan's biggest reliance in their invasion of Great Zhou.

If Zhou Qingxu disappeared.

Then Great Yuan was almost certainly doomed to defeat.

Wu Mengde himself, who led the Yuan Army in the invasion of Great Zhou, might very well be punished by the Emperor of Great Yuan.

As a means to quell the anger within the royal court.

It was even possible that Wu Mengde might have nothing to do with the Emperor's position ever again.

Thinking of this.

Wu Mengde felt like crying.

"Mr. Zhou, where are you?!"

"I can't lose you, such a powerful man!!!"

At this moment, the ferocious look on Wu Mengde's face turned into a bawling strongman.

Just as Wu Mengde was crying out.

Deng placed a hand on Wu Mengde's shoulder.

Wu Mengde felt the hand on his shoulder, first stunned, then quickly became excited.

Apart from Mr. Zhou.

No one in the entire Great Yuan dared to touch him.

"Mr. Zhou...? Where...??"

Wu Mengde turned his head abruptly to look at the person behind him.

Once he clearly saw the face of the person behind him, the excitement on Wu Mengde's face instantly turned to astonishment.

Looking at Deng's smile, which seemed to bloom across his elderly face.

With a face full of astonishment.

Wu Mengde stood frozen in place for a good while, then suddenly seemed to realize something.

His eyes widened.

Staring blankly at Deng.

He recognized Deng as the elder who had fought with Zhou Qingxu on the deck of the Princely Heir of Duke of the State's Flying Boat.

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Wu Mengde, seeing the laughter in Deng's old eyes, couldn't help but shiver.

The fierce look on his face was suddenly and awkwardly replaced with a sycophantic smile.

"Elder? What brings you here? Are you just stopping by as a guest before leaving?"

Deng, smiling at Wu Mengde, said, "I'm here on business."

"I'll be gone right away."

Upon hearing Deng's words, Wu Mengde immediately smiled happily, feeling a sigh of relief in his heart.

Just as Wu Mengde wanted to say something,

this time,

Deng did not give him the chance to speak.

"However, I am taking you with me."

With that,

Deng picked up Wu Mengde's body with one hand and flew away into the distance.

Wu Mengde hadn't even had time to react before he was captured by Deng.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already in the high sky.

Wu Mengde's legs trembled uncontrollably.

He was terrified beyond measure.

He had no idea why Deng had suddenly come to him.

But,

given his current identity, he was destined to face a grim fate if Deng succeeded in abducting him.

In an instant,

even though Wu Mengde was overwhelmed with fear, he couldn't help but let out a scream:

"Help me!!!"

"Save me!!!"

Wu Mengde's voice was loud.

It echoed as if it exploded through the high sky of the Great Yuan Army.

There were echoes.

Countless soldiers of the Great Yuan noticed Wu Mengde's figure, as well as Deng's.

Some were about to intervene.

But the next second, their eyes met Deng's chill-filled gaze.

They awkwardly smiled and dismissed the idea of taking action.

After all, Deng was a Sky-Man.

No matter how many of them there were, it would still cost them their lives to kill a Sky-Man.

But,

to kill Deng, the cost in lives would be enormous, and if they were among those lost, that would be the end for them.

Even if Wu Mengde, the Prince, was extremely important,

at the moment he was targeted by a Sky-Man,

the soldiers had little they could do.

Therefore, they could only give up.

With such an incident, even upon their return to Great Yuan, when the Emperor of Great Yuan would question them, they would have an excuse.

It would be impossible to think of battling to the death with the enemy when their own Sky-Man had already vanished without a trace.

At this time,

no matter what,

the priority should be to flee quickly and preserve their strength.

When Wu Mengde was crying out for help, at first there were soldiers who thought of intervening, but as his cries grew louder and louder,

eventually, the entire Great Yuan Army fell silent.

Countless Great Yuan soldiers simply glanced at Wu Mengde.

Then they actually began to pack up their belongings, mounted their wolfhounds, and headed back to Great Yuan.

Seeing this scene, Wu Mengde's eyes nearly split with rage.

"Damn it!!"

"Beasts!!! Beasts!!!"

"You're really not going to help me????"

"How dare you!!!"

Wu Mengde was furiously stomping his feet, his face turning from white to red to black with anger.

He kept shouting.

Because he was exerting so much force, his voice was now somewhat hoarse.

With his mouth open, he wanted to say something,

but all that entered his mouth

was the endless cold wind.

It left him unable to utter a word.

In misery, he covered his neck, coughing out loud!

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