Peace Order

Chapter 1906: Chapter 15: Li Guanyi’s First Grand Military Move

It was as if he were asking.

What the hell did you install on him?!

Why does he have to recite a poem just to make an entrance?

Fuck, why is he acting so damn pretentious?!

Amid that elegant voice, a jet-black Battle Halberd pierced out through billowing smoke and dust, then swept aside, its wielder striding forward with unhurried composure. Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd, Breaking Cloud Sky-shattering Bow, war robe billowing, armor radiating killing intent, all accompanying the calm sound of his footsteps.

The momentum of that poem suddenly shifted, becoming grim and razor-sharp.

"I still recall the days of vying for the world, sweeping all before me, spirit none could ever steal."

"Who dares stand against me, proud above all dust and mortal realm, alone holding five hundred years of spring and autumn."

"The chronicles run deep and dark, yet my heroic bearing is unchanged, this heart still surges vast and mighty."

"Through a thousand ages sung, the world will revere my peerless soul."

Yuwen Lie stared coldly at the Divine General ahead, that man who wielded a Divine Weapon and rode an Exotic Beast. His gaze shifted to the White Tiger Dharma Form behind him, where Ripples spread outward—Qi Fortune from high above the Nine Heavens, faintly brushing against the realm of Martial Arts Legend, began to unfurl.

The Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd lifted, pointing forward.

General Xue’s voice was calm, with none of his usual joking, only a faint tone as he said, "As expected, the White Tiger Sect is best at lightning assaults. If I were in your position, I’d choose the same. On the battlefields of the world, one uses Zheng He in the open, and wins with the unexpected."

"The White Tiger Sect ought to gallop at the most critical points of war."

"Unfortunately, you’re not the only one from the White Tiger Sect here."

"Looks like I was right to choose to intercept you here."

Yuwen Lie’s heavy spear shook once, not yielding an inch, as he said in a low voice:

"In this era, there is only me."

"The older generation should return to the chronicles of history; why come back out?"

Behind Yuwen Lie stood Yuwen Lie, Yuwen Tianxian, and Yuwen Tianlei.

Behind General Xue were Fan Qing, Qibi Li, and the Phoenix, Li Zhaowen.

The time during which General Xue could exert his full strength on the battlefield was limited; another top-ten Divine General had to be sent to cooperate.

Fan Qing and Yuwen Hua looked at each other, both faces solemn.

Yuwen Hua raised a hand and lightly tapped his chest, then grinned.

He made the old habitual gesture of those three thousand men of the Qilin Army, while Fan Qing’s solemn, resolute face carried a trace of complex emotion. He nodded slightly, then tightened his grip on his Weapon.

They still remembered each other.

But they also knew each other’s resolve.

The comrades of those years had, in the end, because of their respective aspirations, identities, and resolves, stepped onto different battlefields. But now that they had already stepped onto this field, there was nothing more to be said.

Come, let’s kill.

Even as old comrades, they still had to swing their Weapons, still had to carry through their own resolve and past, charging toward the end of their own paths.

Their Weapons were all raised.

Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd and the blazing heavy spear pointed straight at each other.

The White Tiger’s roar shook heaven and earth; high above the sky, the streaming light of the White Tiger Seven Stars suddenly flared, and even though it was daytime, it seemed about to take solid form, cascading down from the southwest of the firmament.

On the western battlefield, the two hundred thousand troops under Yuwen Lie were blocked by General Xue.

Their advance came to a halt.

The accompanying Think Tank, Feng Xiao—a young man with bright eyes—felt the wind brush past, sleeves carrying the scent of wine. Even now, he was still drinking, but as he drank, his eyes only grew clearer, brighter.

He looked at the raging battle standards and exhaled.

In his heart, he murmured:

"The subtlety of warfare lies in striking where the enemy must attack, in cutting off his breath."

"Lord, our forces have also fulfilled their duty of containment."

"We will fulfill our duty and, before the main front decides victory or defeat, intercept Ying Country’s Divine Might General Yuwen Lie."

"As for the other fronts..."

In Feng Xiao’s eyes, the opposing, roaring White Tiger Dharma Forms were reflected.

"I’ll leave them to all of you."

......

Qin Yulong’s army galloped forward. Leading one hundred thousand troops, he thrust in from the east, intending to coordinate with Yuwen Lie’s advance to further pin down Emperor Qin’s main forces, while also working with Jiang Su to launch a fatal strike at Jiangnan.

But at that moment, he suddenly heard a Gray Wolf’s howl.

Qin Yulong clenched his jaw. At the edge of his vision appeared streaks of crimson-gold light; the Dragon Roar of the Red Dragon rose, followed by the bold, unrestrained laughter of the foremost Divine General of this age, Yue Qianfeng, as he broke into the battlefield.

"Hahahaha, Qin Yulong, come, come!"

"I, Yue Qianfeng, under orders from the Think Tank Mr. Po Jun, have been waiting here for you for a long time!"

Yue Qianfeng held a Battle Halberd in each hand, his gaze blazing like fire.

"Fight me another eight hundred rounds!"

On Yue Qianfeng’s left was Chen Wenmian, at the peak of the Seven Heavens; on his right, the Divine General Xiao Wuliang, likewise qualified to contend for a spot in the top ten. Their accompanying Think Tank was Zhou Pinglu. In that instant, Qin Yulong realized something was wrong.

"...So they’re using my position as the breakthrough point?"

Qin Yulong’s eyes lowered slightly as he tightened his grip on his Divine Weapon. Behind him were other famed Generals of Ying Country, yet facing the enemy’s lineup, they were ultimately somewhat outmatched. He did not know whether Jiang Su had miscalculated—

Or whether Jiang Su had deliberately chosen to use his force of one hundred thousand to drag down and trade for Emperor Qin’s Great General; to use an inferior piece to exchange for a superior one. For the sake of final victory, Grandmaster Jiang Su would not hesitate to make such a move.

But for his country, Qin Yulong still resolved to fight.

Though facing powerful foes, the heroic fervor in his chest did not wane. He only said:

"Come!"

The Think Tank of this Qilin Army, Zhou Pinglu, exhaled.

So-called warfare has no such mystical thing as "the weak defeating the strong"; it is merely the continual dispersal of the enemy’s strength, always using a segment stronger than the opponent’s to crush the opponent’s weaker segment, building up advantage step by step, to ultimately achieve what is called [the weak defeating the strong, the few defeating the many].