"Lord Chu, kill them."
Xu Zhenshan, who was in a hysterical state, didn't notice the unease in Chu Liang's expression. He fixed Chen Yang with a venomous glare, as if he wished to grind his bones and suck his marrow.
There was no response. In fact, Chu Liang, whom Xu Zhenshan regarded as his pillar of support, was retreating.
"This..."
Xu Zhenshan was instantly dumbfounded, his face turning slack-jawed.
But Chen Yang laughed. "It seems you recognize ?"
Chu Liang's hair stood on end, and he clenched his teeth tightly. In his wildest dreams, he never expected to encounter this ruthless man here.
Even if you turned to ash, I'd still recognize you.
Then, without further delay, he turned and fled.
Chen Yang reached out his hand, pulling Chu Liang through the air with an invisible palm strike. He was viciously slamd into the ground by the palm's force.
PFFT.
Chen Yang lowered his hand, his fingers tapping slowly on the tabletop. "Tell everything I want to know."
"I... my na is Chu Liang. I'm the Barbarian Scouting Commander," Chu Liang convulsed, speaking hysterically. "If you spare my life, I can be your vanguard!"
He offered to turn traitor on the spot.
"This ti, how many of you are there?" Chen Yang remained unmoved. Who would dare trust a man who turned traitor so easily? He continued, "And Heiqi, what is his strength?"
"Over three million, five hundred thousand! As for the King's strength, I... I really don't know!"
Even Chen Yang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows upon hearing this number.
Three and a half million.
This...
It was clear Heiqi had co well-prepared, determined to settle everything in one decisive battle.
"I'll ask again. What is Heiqi's strength?" Chen Yang squinted, the chilling aura around him almost tangible.
"I... I really don't know! Except for the King himself, no one knows! Please..."
BOOM!
Chen Yang stamped his foot down.
「Shortly after.」
The Gong Family was greatly shaken. The entire Nann City was in an uproar.
These two great families had stood in this border town for decades. Their influence was so vast that no one dared to challenge them.
Yet overnight, they were completely annihilated?
Though many cheered in secret, why had this happened?
Soon, the news spread that both the Xu and Gong Families had colluded with the enemy. An uproar ensued!
"I can't believe it! Those two families were traitors who betrayed their own people. Good riddance!"
"Who did it? Was it the newly appointed Supre Martial Commander, Chen Jian?"
...
Jingnan Prince Liu Wu, the forr Martial Guard Chief of Hanyun Valley, was transferred away and replaced by Dongzhao King Xia Chen.
A continuous stream of soldiers was dispatched to Hanyun Valley.
Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion. The nation as a whole remained unaffected by the impending war.
As for the turmoil in Hanyun Valley, hardly anyone paid it any mind. In their subconscious, the nation's gate was impregnable. After all, countless examples over the past decade had proven its resilience. No matter how defiant the Barbarians were or how much they struggled, it was nothing but self-humiliation.
However, they had forgotten who had been guarding the nation's gate for those ten years.
It was true that the country was full of talented and powerful individuals, but so people are simply irreplaceable. They were heroes of the state, without equal. With their departure, many things were bound to change.
「That sa night.」
Chen Yang was hunched over a battle map. Liu Wu stood beside him, quietly smoking.
Qin Qiu was curled up alone on the living room sofa, her hands clasping her knees, not daring to disturb the n.
Amidst the swirling smoke, Yang Hu, having just extinguished one cigarette, lit another. "Three and a half million people..." he said solemnly.
"This kind of large-scale military campaign is a first for us, too."
"Hmph..." Liu Wu jeered rcilessly. "As if you have a single soldier to command."
While mocking Yang Hu, was he not also mocking himself? To be full of fiery passion yet have his ambitions thwarted. How suffocating was that?
Chen Yang muttered to himself, "It's just... Hanyun Valley is a vast, open plain. It's not easy to defend."
Yang Hu and Liu Wu both fell silent.
...
「The next day.」
While countless people were still celebrating, a piece of news arrived that silenced everyone.
The war had begun the previous night. A heart-stopping battle had erupted on the national border. The final result: our side had retreated one hundred li.
This ant that more than half of the one hundred and eighty li of borderland, which had been forcibly secured by the Forr Chief Military Commander, was lost in a single night.
This... Defeated? We were defeated by re Barbarians?!
Rumors had already spread that the new Supre Martial Commander had personally gone to Hanyun Valley to command the Martial Guards. He was determined to annihilate the Barbarians once more, ensuring they couldn't recover for thirty years.
But the result... The entire nation, vast and powerful, fell silent.
Chen Yang stood in the courtyard, also silent, just standing there quietly. He smoked through more than half a pack of cigarettes.
"And that was only a fraction of the Barbarian vanguard..." Chen Yang murmured to himself. If it were him leading the eight hundred thousand Martial Guards of Hanyun Valley, wherever the Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon war banners went, nothing would be left in their wake but fields of corpses—not even a chicken or dog would survive.
Qin Qiu approached him slowly. "Go and do what you feel you must," she said softly. "I know you can't stand by and watch this happen."
As she spoke, Qin Qiu pointed to a piece of calligraphy hanging in the living room, one Chen Yang himself had recently written. His vigorous, flowing script revealed both a grim killing intent and a boundless, heroic spirit.
Thirty years of fa and deeds are but dust and dirt; eight thousand li of journey are but clouds and moon.
...
Reclaim our old lands, and pay homage Towards the Heavenly Palace!
Qin Qiu smiled. "You once told that once in the Martial Departnt, always a Martial Guard! Born on this fervent land, raised on this fervent land, how can you just stand by and watch it be trampled by the Barbarians' iron hooves?"
Chen Yang glanced at the words he had written, then leaned in and kissed Qin Qiu's forehead deeply. "I know what to do now."
"What will you do?" Qin Qiu asked with a smile.
Chen Yang snuffed out his cigarette. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing toward Hanyun Valley's national gate. "Reassemble the eight hundred thousand Martial Guards of Hanyun Valley."
...
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