Lu Youxian remained silent, he said, "Lord, and Your Highness, you may consider slowly, but the situation in the world is turbulent, the opportunity in battle is fleeting, and Jiang Su is terrifying. Our Majesty has but one sentence for you both."
He lifted his head, looking at the young Marquis Qin Wu, looking at the Crown Prince in his white robe.
Lu Youxian appeared dazed.
This chaotic world is truly ridiculous, no longer like it was when the renowned young generals thought—it should have been the Chen Country’s defense line, and the two brilliant successors of Great Chen.
Now both are on opposing sides.
Li Guanyi said, "Whatever Chen Dingye wishes to say, please speak."
Lu Youxian spoke softly:
"My emperor will personally tear open the curtain of chaos."
"This alliance, unlike past balances, nor so-called power bargaining, even if you both disagree, to attack Ying Country, if you don’t want to see this fleeting opportunity vanish, then—"
"You have no choice but to ally!"
After leaving these words, Lu Youxian departed, his steps strong and resolute. Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian contemplated the notion of having no choice but to ally, both disbelieving.
Yet the next day, a ssage spread across the world.
Not just Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian, but even the marching Jiang Su, Jiang Wanxiang, and Chen Fubi heard the news, a ssage enough to turn the entire war—
On the Northern Border battlefield, Chen Country’s morale surged, already suppressing Ying Country!
The soldiers were brave, the generals selfless.
In their fierce courage, they pressed forward a hundred miles toward death.
All because of one change.
A change of commander.
This ti, the Central Army’s banner surged, embroidered with golden patterns, possessing a regal and domineering Divine Charm, lifting the morale of the entire Chen Country’s front line to an unimaginable level.
Emperor Chen, Chen Dingye—personally leading the campaign!
The morale of Chen Country’s army soared like a rainbow, and on the fiery battlefield, Chen Dingye wore the Treasure Armor of Duke Chen Baxian, wielding a long spear, riding a blaze-footed lion horse, his gaze fiery yet calm, watching the snowflakes fall upon the Northern Border battlefield.
In his eyes, indifference, loneliness, tranquility, resoluteness.
Wolf King Chen Fubi, a renowned general of the world, a hero of the age, for Military God Jiang Su, this is an irresistible war prize, the utmost honor in battle.
Because the Wolf King once joined forces with the Taiping Duke, halting Jiang Su’s advance, so even disregarding the strategic value, even if Chen Fubi has no intention of breaking Ying Country’s borders, the Wolf King can lure Jiang Su to personally co to conquer.
To make the Wolf King successfully break Ying Country’s Xiyi City and seize Ying Country’s borders, Jiang Su must be restrained, and to restrain the World’s Number One Divine General Jiang Su, to divert his attention from the Wolf King, removing the great threat, only—
More valuable than the Wolf King Chen Fubi’s battlefield!
Emperor Chen personally leading the campaign, if not personally stopped, Ying Country might even lose its borders under such surging Chen Country morale, is this not a threat? And is one’s life not an honor in battle?
A sliver of smile ford at the corner of Chen Dingye’s mouth, a cold aloofness emanating from him, this emotionless man raised his long spear, pointing forward, as the snowflakes fell from the sky. Chen Fubi softly spoke, "Such heavy snow!"
"Indeed a fitting ti for burial."
"Who will claim this great head?!"
"The chance to kill the emperor of a nation, Jiang Su, will you reject this glory?"
Chen Dingye’s voice grew louder, speaking out:
"Soldiers of Chen Country, today, I am with you."
"Great Chen, ten thousand years!"
"Chen Country’s soldiers, ten thousand years!"
The response was the tumultuous shout of the soldiers rising like mountains and seas:
"Your Majesty, Wansheng!"
Chen Dingye pointed his long spear forward, "Form the array!"
The military formation unfolded, layer upon layer, Northern wind-driven snow hitting his face, Chen Dingye grasped the spear tip, urging his warhorse forward, exposing himself in a dangerous spot, the banners fierce.
"Chen Fubi..."
Chen Dingye rode across the battlefield, softly speaking:
"I’m not indebted to you anymore!"
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