Peace Order

Chapter 1812 - 84: The Most Difficult Game, Competing to Be Me!

The Great Emperor of Ying Country commands an army of one million. The news of their fierce advance has shocked the world. The sheer intensity of this martial force seems to drive away the discomfort and maladaptation brought by the impending annihilation of Red Emperor Ji Zichang’s lineage.

The fearless and unmatched leader of Ying Country has laid everything on the chessboard this time.

I ignore what’s behind, and disregard my own life.

Come, let us fight!

Yet, it has dragged the entire world into his rhythm.

From the north, using half of the Turkic grassland as a sudden opening, Martial Arts Legend Military God Jiang Su advances a step with national fortune, leading fifty thousand warriors like a sharp blade forward.

Heavenly Strategy Mansion and Ying Country are neighboring at the other end.

Jiang Wanxiang, with the Fifth Divine General Yuwen Lie, Seventh Divine General He Ruoqinhu, and Tenth Divine General Yuwen Lie, also commands fifty thousand warriors, charging ferociously. This is a force that crushes the Qilin Army.

Two Martial Arts legends, one is unquestionably the top figure in the battlefield.

The other commands the fortune of eight hundred years; though his lifespan is short, the unyielding ambition driving his body has not burned out. He remains indubitably powerful, akin to the old ambition of emperors and ministers over eight hundred years, belonging to a bygone era.

One above, one below, tearing forward.

The Qilin Army lacks warriors at the Martial Arts Legend level.

The Qilin Army can only muster fifty thousand warriors.

The Qilin Army’s logistics and grains cannot sustain such a massive war at this time.

In the temple calculations of Heavenly Strategy Mansion, the chance of winning this battle is only twenty percent.

When the forces vying for the world have been reduced to two, many tactics, strategies, and the art of Zongheng lose their significance; it’s merely about seizing the right moment. Jiang Su’s timing is unparalleled.

The Qilin Army has just defeated Chen Country; a large portion of troops is still heading that way.

Originally meant to counterbalance Jiang Su.

Now, Jiang Wanxiang takes a risky move, forcibly swallowing and manipulating the toxic old era’s Qi Fortune, breaking through barriers, reaching even stronger realms, then dragging the remnants along with all the foundations of Ying Country.

Intending to bring down the Qilin Army into the abyss together!

They surge towards the rear of the Qilin Army.

Jiang Wanxiang mobilizes scions of Central State’s noble families, even those of Ying Country, personal soldiers, and military parts allied with these families, along with the Turkic people captured by Jiang Su, using them as the vanguard.

In other words, expendable lives.

Thus gathering fifty thousand terrifying soldiers.

The forces from Jiangnan cannot withstand the onslaught led by Martial Arts legends alongside two peak Nine Heavens Divine Generals and one Eighth Layer god commanding an army of fifty thousand, unless the troops from Chen Country are redeployed.

Once those forces are redeployed.

It means Military God Jiang Su will directly penetrate Chen Country, advancing unhindered.

Double the forces, three hundred years of imperial power, and Jiang Wanxiang’s terrifying logistical foundation from decades of rule, with an emperor himself wielding his forces, bring a chance to swiftly conquer the world this time.

This emperor has wagered everything on the battlefield.

Even now, Li Guanyi is still in Jiangzhou City area.

The auspicious Divine Eagle of the grassland spreads its wings in the sky, relaying the news of troop movements ahead. Even though the vast land makes troop mobilization challenging, causing both armies to not arrive in mere days, the clear display of intentions brings a similarly heart-stopping terror.

This is not a surprise attack in a small-scale battlefield.

But an open, grand battle.

Overcome by right scheme, win by unusual tactics.

Even unparalleled strategies cannot defeat millions alone.

The basis of winning with unusual tactics lies on having the right scheme as the foundation.

This is, a national war!

Having not slept for several days, Yan Daiqing’s eyes are a bit red, with rolls of dossiers spread throughout his office, and numerous students and young staff assisting with calculations.

No matter how they calculate, from Yan Daiqing’s rise from a wandering army leader to now, continuously waging war and expanding territories, his resources cannot maintain logistics for the world’s battle after three consecutive wars.

The food is insufficient.

"Find a way, keep finding a way, how can we muster..."

Yan Daiqing’s breath is somewhat chaotic; he hasn’t rested for days.

Silently staring at those ink words, the spirit of students and staff is tense, Ying Country’s sudden move uses all national strength, an overwhelming force akin to a mountain caving in.

As Yan Daiqing was about to speak, suddenly his neck hurt, he turned around with an open mouth, then went limp, caught by a gentle youth, Wen Qingyu said: "Days without sleep will exhaust you far beyond this battle."

"It will dry out your spirit, shorten your life by ten years..."

He settled Yan Daiqing aside, sat leisurely, and took up paper and pen.

The other young individuals stared at him in a daze.

Wen Qingyu nonchalantly said: "It’s fine, carry on."

All officials: "..."

......

On the rooftop, General Xue had his arms behind his head, biting on a blade of grass, looking at the sky, remarked: "Tsk, Jiang Su’s combat skill, it’s quite something."

"No wonder in Xiyi City and Zhenbei City before, that old thing shrank like a turtle; I thought Jiang Su lost his courage. Unexpectedly, he has been enduring till now, intending to push all his foundations in one go."