Chapter 961: Chapter 7: Gathering Storms, Breaking Army’s Dream Shattered, Gold Scimitar Cavalry
“As for him coming in person, it’s unlikely.”
He held the mystical heavy spear in his hand and said to the strategist beside him:
“Marquis Qin Wu is considered an old acquaintance of mine. Two years ago, I attempted to recruit him, but he feigned ignorance and refused. At that ti, I was still in Jiangzhou City of Chen Country and had seen his heroic deanor when he won the decennial grand martial contest in his youth.”
“Back then, I was the Crown Prince, unable to take the stage and demonstrate martial prowess, only able to watch him in his magnificent display.”
“If this Marquis Qin Wu were to co.”
“I would indeed have the mind to engage in a good match with this renowned general of the world, the foremost of the younger generation, even if I lose, it would be satisfying.”
His voice paused for a mont, stroking the spear in his hand, and said:
“Besides, he is in Jiangnan, I am in the Western Regions.”
“Both galloping across the world.”
“I may not necessarily lose either.”
At this mont, Huyan Chengji, the Family Head of the Huyan family, knowing of his front-line defeat and the death of his son, was extrely resentful and had long sent scouts to investigate. After several days, they indeed discovered the situation—
Though Li Guanyi and others were cautious, gathering thousands of people, and a large tribe of thousands of cattle, sheep, and horses moving through these Western Regions was still a striking thing.
Among the tribe mbers were those who traded yearly at Huyan City, yet had not co this year. These two aspects combined, Huyan Chengji no longer cared if they were truly the ones who killed his son.
Whether they were or weren’t.
He needed slaughter to vent his inner wrath.
He needed slaughter to reinforce his authority as the city-state’s master!
Whether for emotional catharsis or political aims, imdiately holding a military hunt was a necessary action, and the wealth of this wandering tribe sufficed for a hunt.
Thus, Huyan Chengji rallied his troops, intending to utterly encircle and massacre them.
More than ten thousand cavalry, all elite, wearing mostly leather armor, but these cavalry were professional soldiers who ate at daily, practiced martial arts, and were weapons for Huyan Chengji to protect his city’s prestige, now fully dispatched, like tigers erging from the cage, disturbing the surrounding peace.
This kind of military force was impossible for a re thousand mounted archers to resist.
Yet, a few days prior—
In the city where the Tiele Tribe resided, they received a special guest.
At that ti, General Qibi Li was practicing martial arts, hearing a report that soone outside was loudly recalling the Jiangzhou appointnt from two years ago, his expression changed, he rushed out urgently, only to see a woman with a hood.
Qibi Li shouted: “Who is it?!”
The woman said: “Sent by the one you bowed to in Jiangzhou City years ago!”
Qibi Li hurriedly ushered her in, yet Nangong Wung was still a bit tense, her hand resting on the weapon at her waist. With a Divine Weapon at hand, four-layered Heaven martial arts of the Martial World, she maintained vigilance; escaping wasn’t impossible.
But once Qibi Li confird the letter she brought was personally penned by Li Guanyi, his expression changed dramatically, saying: “The Lord has finally sent word.”
At this ti, Nangong Wung also examined this man, young, seed just past thirty, bearded, with firm brows, like a sowhat honest tribal leader.
The tribe appeared destitute and impoverished, why would Li Guanyi think there was strong enough reinforcent here?
Qibi Li invited Nangong Wung to rest, simultaneously shouting: “Sir!”
“Sir!”
“Mr. Po Jun!”
He laughed heartily, running to a courtyard, saying: “Just as you predicted, the Lord indeed sent soone with a letter! Look, look!”
Nangong Wung blinked, the na sounded familiar, she followed along, seeing a young man inside the courtyard playing the zither, calm and composed, with an air of tranquility, his pupils purple, extrely handso:
“All is within our calculations.”
“General Qibi, there’s no need to be so agitated, it’s better to coordinate the troops, be ready to act at any ti. This young lady, is she not the chief scout of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, Nangong Wung?”
The handso strategist smiled politely, courteously saying: “I am Po Jun.”
Nangong Wung returned the courtesy, saying: “Mr. Po Jun, I rember you.”
“Oh?”
“The General often speaks of you.”
It seed like Nangong Wung’s illusion.
After she said this, the handso young strategist’s lips curled slightly, then lowered, then seed unable to resist curling again, several tis, before he pressed his fist to his lips, coughed once, calmly saying: “The Lord still rembers .”
Nangong Wung pondered, nodding:
“Indeed, he often ntions you, always saying you are his foremost strategist.”
Po Jun’s lips curled up, nodding, his drooping fingers pinched on his arm.
Restraint, restraint!
Lips lowered.
Heart joyful.
Hahaha, did you hear that, Shaking Light!
The Lord often thinks of , what do you have to win against !
Po Jun, calm and composed, casually inquiring about the situation for a while, idly, seemingly carelessly asking: “By the way, I heard there’s a Stargazer in the Qilin Army, I wonder if Miss Nangong knows about it?”
Nangong Wung, holding a cup of tea, said: “Miss Yaoguang, indeed I know.”
She took a sip of tea: “Currently, she should be with General Li Guanyi.”
“Riding a horse.”
“Waiting for us to arrive?”
“Oh, so it is…”
The voice paused.
Elegant, calm, the young strategist who seed in control of everything’s smile froze:
“Hmm???”
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