Old Siming remained silent.
General Xue drew marks on the tiles, speaking calmly: "Li Guanyi and Yue Pengwu can hold off Jiang Su, who is bolstered by national fortune, for a ti, but not for too long. If it lasts too long, Li Guanyi and Yue Pengwu will die."
"This ti is not like before; there is no overwhelming force, nothing can restrain the military god because the [weakness] that used to make him retreat is no longer a weakness."
"Mourning soldiers will surely win; at this mont, Jiang Su knows Jiang Wanxiang’s days are numbered. He only seeks one battle and one victory. What kind of strength can he unleash?"
"I can hold off Jiang Wanxiang for a ti, but not long."
"Do you think Li Zhaowen of the Eighth Layer Heaven can survive under the spear of Yuwen Lie at the peak of the Nine Heavens, or that Yue Qianfeng of the Eighth Layer Heaven can surpass He Ruoqinhu, once the fourth in the world?"
"And there’s Qin Yulong, though it’s easier to handle him since Chen Wenmian and Xiao Wuliang can block him together."
"It’s cruel to say."
"In the end, the Military School is just an exchange."
"But this ti, famous generals, massive armies, logistics."
"Are all at a disadvantage..."
"Exchange, impotence."
General Xue’s expression grew calm, with a touch of regret, saying: "If we could wait ten more years, or even just five, logistics and the army wouldn’t be a problem, and Li Guanyi would certainly breakthrough to Martial Arts Legend."
"Then, not to say guaranteed victory, but at least we’d have a chance to fight, while right now."
Old Siming sighed: "So despicable."
General Xue laughed at him, saying: "What’s despicable, old man, on the battlefield, only the last winner gets to speak; it’s pretty simple, both you and I can see the situation, so how could Jiang Su not understand?"
"Even Jiang Wanxiang and Jiang Su know, the more they delay, the fewer chances they have. To fight desperately now is their best opportunity."
"We want to delay until later."
"They chase speedy victory."
"Li Guanyi is adept at strategic maneuvers, but they won’t give any space for those maneuvers to unfold. In the end, it’s all about targeting each other in battle."
Old Siming’s face showed a bitter expression. He stretched his palm forcefully, rubbing his face, looking at the sky, listening to the voices and conversation carried by the wind, whispering: "Is there really no chance?"
General Xue said: "There is."
"There is hope for all things, but it’s very small..."
Old Siming was silent for a long ti, he watched these young people grow to where they are today, yet when he saw this fla rising, it encountered the strongest suppression, unwilling, saying:
"But obviously, the situation is so good, obviously if we just keep going, we can succeed."
General Xue, however, was very carefree, smiling as he said:
"Throughout history, in the annals of ti, those failed heroes and n of prowess, weren’t they also mighty enough to swallow the world at their peaks? Even Jiang Wanxiang, several years ago, had the foundation to annex the four provinces, did he not?"
"The cruelty of history lies here."
He quietly watched that great force outlined and sketched with tiles, as if his eyes had pierced the vast skies and earth, already traversing the four directions, already seeing the military god Jiang Su further advance on the Martial Arts Legend.
He saw Jiang Wanxiang harnessing eight hundred years of Qi Fortune, surrounded by three top-tier Divine Generals, saw the Qilin Army Generals around Jiangzhou City, actually General Xue still had words unsaid.
Divine Generals also need to harness great armies to have true power.
Even Jiangnan, with a Divine General.
Has no army to match the fifty thousand-strong forces.
In such a situation, even for him, it’s difficult to surpass Yuwen Lie.
Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu harness such military power, enough to suppress and campaign against Zhang Ziyong, this Martial Arts Legend; the montum is fiercely coming, fearing it’s downright ominous, and similar situation analysis, is also undergoing with Li Guanyi and Yue Pengwu.
These famous generals all fell silent, feeling a surging great force crashing down.
They have all either directly or indirectly engaged with the military god Jiang Su, so they understand the terror and strength of that military god, without reservation, saying, Jiang Su’s previous retreats were [great forces] retreats.
On the battlefield, he has yet suffered defeat.
Yue Qianfeng remained silent, Li Zhaowen caressed the long spear.
Yue Pengwu had not seen Li Guanyi.
Li Guanyi quietly stood in the courtyard, Prince Qin wearing a dark-patterned blue robe, holding the barely two-year-old Chang Ning’er, watching the leaves fall in June sunshine, even Little Qilin wasn’t greedy.
Forge tripods.
Strengthen the Turkic tripods of the grasslands.
Gathering again the gold and iron of South Chen, forging new tripods; yet, just as Li Guanyi previously thought during his search for tripod forging, he has forged five of the Nine Cauldrons, but this forging rely deepened his foundation, not brought breakthrough.
In three hundred years, there have been only five Martial Arts Legends.
How many heroes and champions, how many peerless geniuses, fought and galloped across the world, seeking nothing but this breakthrough opportunity, Li Guanyi with Qi Fortune upon him, only matches the foundation of Great Khan throughout his life.
Only oneself can achieve breakthrough.
Martial Arts Legend, this barrier, stepping onto a path unprecedented, is no longer achievable by reliance on external items, Li Guanyi gazed at the two Qilin Tripods ahead, his expression calm.
When you encounter the greatest predicant, a storm capable of stirring up a tempest, capable of destroying all your accumulation and gains, and your forr reliance can no longer assist you in overcoming this predicant, what to do at this mont.
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