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Chapter 422 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 08
The situation was reversed at this moment. Although she was still in the midst of the battle, Man Luo was chuckling, and her soft, youthful voice rang in Mo Lan's ears: "General, I saved you again."

The little emperor's warm breath came down.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Lan actually smelled a faint fragrance from the little emperor's body on the battlefield full of blood and yellow sand. His expression changed for a moment, and finally he said sincerely: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Man Luo blinked, and quietly put his hands around Mo Lan's waist from behind: "Have you heard a word, General?"

"What?" Mo Lan was puzzled.

"The grace of saving my life is promised by my body."

Noticing that the figure of the man surrounded by him was slightly stiff, Manro couldn't help laughing again.

Mo Lan was silent for a long time, and then said bluntly: "Your Majesty, please don't tease me..."

Man Luo didn't speak any more, but the smile on her lips never faded.
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In the last battle, Mo Lan and Man Luo rode together. At that time, the frail little emperor stayed in Mo Lan's arms, and it didn't look so awkward.

But this time when they came back from victory, their tall, handsome and suave General Mo Lan was surrounded by the frail little emperor. Not only that, the little emperor's head was still leaning on their general's back!

How decent are two big men hugging each other!
The generals looked at the two with complex and strange eyes.

Mo Lan was not as particular as Man Luo. Even if he was injured, he would only call the military doctor, and a group of generals would be called to the main account to discuss matters.

Mo Lan let the military doctor treat his wounds while discussing the next deployment.

It's just that during this period, the generals always glanced at the smiling and silent Man Luo from time to time. Facing the little emperor again, there was no contempt and disdain in their eyes, but a little more surprise and admiration.

People in the military camp have straightforward temperaments. It is easy for them to hate someone, but it is also easy for them to respect someone.

They have also seen the battle situation just now. If Man Luo hadn't changed his formation decisively and rushed into the enemy army single-handedly, maybe their general would not be able to come back.

Not only that, but the strategy used by the enemy army was actually exactly in line with what Man Luo said before.

After this incident, their prejudice against Man Luo had long since been cast aside, and the generals treated Man Luo with sincerity.

"Your Majesty, how do you know their strategy?" Finally, the general asked outspokenly. For a moment, everyone in the tent looked at Man Luo.

Manro leaned on the side comfortably: "I can tell you, but I will participate in the command in the future."

"This..." The generals hesitated, and finally turned their attention to Mo Lan.

The most powerful voice in the barracks was General Mo Lan.

Mo Lan's eyes were dark, and he looked at Man Luo with inquiry. The latter raised his head and smiled softly at him. The appearance of a well-behaved and innocent boy made Mo Lan's hands on his knees involuntarily tighten. After a while, he nodded: "Yes."

Although sometimes the little emperor's performance is not marginal, but in the battle, not only did he not cause chaos, but he was able to turn the tide every time, so it was all right to let him participate in the command.

Obtained, Man Luo smiled.

The soldiers on both sides couldn't sit still and asked: "Your Majesty, you haven't said how you knew the enemy's strategy in advance."

Man Luo sat up straight and said in a serious tone, "I figured it out."

Generals: "..."

This is the emperor of their state of Chu, right?

It looks... like a magic stick...

(End of this chapter)