We Agreed You’d Guard the Border, So Why Are You Leading a Rebellion, Lord Marquis?

Lu Xuan only wants to keep his head down and survive on the frontier. Thanks to the tactics and battle maps from his previous life, he makes a name for himself at the Battle of Laoyazui, but the cold-blooded butcher Gu Wufeng, Marquis of Zhenbei, immediately promotes him to personal guard.

The imperial court fears Gu Wufeng and schemes against him at every turn. It even cuts off supplies to the 100,000-strong Northern Army, hoping to leave Gu Wufeng to die beyond the pass.

The court assumes Gu Wufeng is a blindly loyal subject who would never rebel.

But in the camp, as Lu Xuan frets over their dwindling supplies, Gu Wufeng slams the “Black Crow Order” down on the table, his expression icy.

“If the court won't give us provisions, we'll go take them in the capital. Lu Xuan, have you got the guts to go to the capital and become a powerful minister feared by every official?”

Lu Xuan grins. “My lord, what's the point of being a powerful minister? That dragon throne looks just right for you.”

Gu Wufeng shakes his head. “I can't be bothered with memorials. You take the throne, and I'll wield my blade to keep the realm secure for you.”

That day, the 100,000 armored troops of the Northern Army take up arms, not to rescue the emperor, but to flip the table!

“You be the spear of Great Qian, and I'll be its shield. Brother, we'll divide this realm between us!”