Capítulo 1246: Chapter 63: King ets King
“You are the State Duke, your eyes should not only see the gains and losses of a single city or land, you should have the world in mind!”
“Governor Ye, if I can disregard the lives of the tens of thousands before , how am I supposed to have the world in mind? Such broad-mindedness is beyond Li Fei!”
“Now that the entire Da Lan Dynasty is facing enemies, if the Eastern Territory isn’t held, the grand strategy will collapse. If that happens, won’t more than ten thousand die under the butcher’s knife? It will be millions! Tens of millions! Is that a future you’re willing to see?”
“Governor Ye, in Li Fei’s journey so far, I’ve never once boasted about my accomplishnts, but every battle I was supposed to fight, I won. Everything I was supposed to do, I accomplished. The late Emperor nad Marquis Jing’an, and Li Fei feels deserving of the title ‘Jing’an’!”
“…”
“Going to war this ti, perhaps as you say, it is I disregarding the broader picture. It matters not—Li Fei has always acted on impulse on this journey! Regardless of the outco of this battle, be it right or wrong, credit or bla, I will bear it!”
In the secret chamber, Ye Jingfu fell silent once more.
Even the harshest critic must admit that Li Fei’s accomplishnts on this journey are too great to ignore! It’s impossible to criticize him for not doing enough, not doing well enough!
In reality, if it weren’t for Li Fei’s swift action against Bo’erhu in the Northern Barbarian campaign, killing him quickly and repelling the Northern Barbarian Army, the situation for the Da Lan Dynasty would be even worse now!
Ye Jingfu claid he has devised a strategy and is confident of achieving victory.
But even this victory was won by Li Fei’s desperate efforts in the Northern Barbarian campaign; otherwise, the Eastern Territory would have no sufficient manpower, where would the chance for victory co from?
Even if Li Fei hadn’t co to the Eastern Territory, the Eastern Territory would have already fallen several cities by now.
Could Ye Jingfu really say if we don’t follow his devised strategy, should the Eastern Territory fall in the future, all the bla falls on Li Fei?
Would the responsibility of defending the nation fall entirely on a young man barely in his twenties?
If they lose the war, bla it all on Li Fei?
Even without any sha, Ye Jingfu can’t say such things.
In terms of responsibility and rit, Li Fei is truly worthy of the Da Lan Dynasty.
How much more can you ask of a young man not yet thirty?
In the end, Ye Jingfu could only silently watch as Li Fei left the secret chamber, then ordered Fu Ziwu.
Given the circumstances, Li Fei is determined to take the risk, and the Eastern Territory can only fully cooperate.
It’s not a guaranteed loss; Li Fei has already led by example, and the rest have no reason to avoid the battle.
After Fu Ziwu left the secret chamber, he quickly dispatched troops and then swiftly headed to the dungeon.
Inside the dark dungeon, the air was filled with the stench of rot and blood.
Huyan Poshan, captured alive by Li Fei, was now shackled at hand and foot, eyes tightly shut, his face full of agony.
Beside him stood an elderly man, sowhat gaunt, with curly hair and a face full of beard, his eyes sinister.
An orange candlelight glowed in the palm of his left hand, casting its faint light on Huyan Poshan.
He was Fu Ziwu’s underling, the ‘professional’, a Martial Arts Master skilled in interrogation, Tu Shoudao.
Having reached the breakthrough to beco a Martial Arts Master at the age of eighty-three, now over a hundred years old, he possesses only one divine skill — [Heart Candle].
Through this divine skill, Tu Shoudao beca the Eastern Border Army’s most specialized interrogator.
Over the past twenty years, no prisoner who fell into his hands managed to keep their secrets.
Upon hearing footsteps behind him, Tu Shoudao turned and saw Fu Ziwu, nodding in greeting:
“My lord.”
“How is the interrogation going?”
Fu Ziwu asked.
Tu Shoudao turned to the pained face of Huyan Poshan, displaying a sinister smile:
“It’s almost over; he can’t hold out much longer.”
Fu Ziwu: “Speed it up, I need you to extract all his secrets by today!”
“As you command.”
Tu Shoudao bowed slightly.
Fu Ziwu turned and left, with the orange fla flickering again behind him.
…
Lishui Province.
Ling City.
Twelve thousand Green Frost Army and fifty thousand elite of the Forbidden Army are stationed here.
During this ti, there were no major confrontations between this army and the West Pole country.
Wenren Zheng made no further attempts to reclaim land, nor did the West Pole country expand further; both sides reached a stalemate.
After Li Fei appeared in the Eastern Territory and brought back news of a victory, the Buddhist faction also remained inactive.
The opponent didn’t seize the opportunity to attack while Li Fei was absent.
The setting sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon, and then the majestic sound of drums suddenly resounded within the city.
These were the drums of departure for battle!
Following the drums, twelve thousand Green Frost Army quickly donned their armor, assembled, ready to activate their military formation at any mont.
Wenren Zheng, Xuan Xin, two peak strong persons, flew into the sky.
Soon, the Green Frost Army initiated their formation, transforming into a thousand-ter-tall giant, striding rapidly toward the direction of West Pole country!
The ground quaked, with each leap, the giant covered over a thousand ters, and despite its massive body, its speed exceeded three tis the speed of sound!
Quickly, the green giant reached the border line of the West Pole country.
A golden long river erged from the void, with the River Guardian Heavenly King stepping on it, blocking the path of the green giant.
Before he spoke, Wenren Zheng, donned in red battle armor, descended from the sky, standing opposite him.
Wenren Zheng’s eyes like torches seed to pierce through the space, looking into the depths of the void.
A gleam of Buddhist light blossod, and the Buddha Eye Heavenly King followed the golden river, erging from the void, arriving beside the River Guardian Heavenly King.
“Where is Qin Mingli?”
Wenren Zheng casually asked.
“Amitabha Buddha, is the Great Marshal intending to invade our Buddha Country again?”
The Buddha Eye Heavenly King clasped his hands, speaking.
“And if I am? With just the two of you, can you stop ?”
Wenren Zheng exclaid.
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