Peace Order

Chapter 1910: Chapter 16: Drumming, Advance!

Furthermore, there is also the repair of the roads for transporting Bright Pearl.

And these matters were all guided by this gentleman single-handedly.

Was everything calculated?

Xue Tianxing watched the gentle and unpretentious youth before him, very reliable and amiable, yet there was a faint chill behind it. Yuan Shitong still didn’t understand, and Wen Qingyu calmly said, "After all, the road goes both ways."

"They can attack us, and we can counterattack smoothly."

"We must also thank Jiang Yuan."

"He is truly a ’good person’, not inferior to Hou Zhongyu."

"He has set remarkable military achievements for us."

Xue Tianxing felt that this was the pinnacle of Mr. Wen Qingyu’s abilities. Then the next day, he saw General Wen Qingyu call the army together, saying, "The shameless people of Ying Country, they oppress the common people, and further disregard our agreement, killing Li Xingyi."

"Li Xingyi served the nation with outstanding achievements, and Ying Country did this, how can we not avenge Li Xingyi? If we fail to avenge Li Xingyi, how can we face Emperor Qin again?"

Wen Qingyu wielded his brush to write a manifesto condemning traitors.

The words flowed effortlessly, grand and powerful, using Li Xingyi’s death to inspire the spirit of the three armies. The army set out like a rainbow, and only at this time did Xue Tianxing, once considered a wise strategist among Taiping Duke’s twenty-four generals, finally understand all of Wen Qingyu’s actions.

From the time he arrived here, every matter had its purpose.

Every step calculated three steps ahead.

Not a single step wasted.

Such unparalleled talent, could he truly achieve this?

This time, the leading strategist for self-planning unexpectedly accompanied the army, and Yuan Shitong beat his chest in assurance that even if Old Yuan died, he would protect Mr. Wen Qingyu safe and sound.

Xue Tianxing then asked, "After we breach the city this time, what will we do?"

Wen Qingyu replied, "Naturally, we will attack where the enemy must defend."

Xue Tianxing’s eyes flashed a trace of surprise, and he whispered, "Eastern Capital of Ying Country."

Wen Qingyu said, "Yes."

He casually remarked, "I plan to burn it."

Xue Tianxing stammered, "Ah... What???", even as a wise strategist, he could not maintain his composure in that instant, raising his head in a daze to look at the half-smiling Wen Qingyu, his mind momentarily blank.

Yet Yuan Shitong seemed exceedingly intrigued, rubbing his hands eagerly:

"Great!"

"If you say so, that’s what it is, I’ll prepare the kerosene right away!"

Xue Tianxing cursed, "Fool, come back!"

"Sir, this matter offends the natural order, please refrain from doing so."

Wen Qingyu looked at him and laughed unrestrainedly, "Haha, don’t take it seriously, don’t take it seriously, just a joke!"

Xue Tianxing reluctantly wiped his sweat, observing Wen Qingyu’s warm, peaceful, genuinely trustworthy face, momentarily unsure if this master strategist was speaking truth or jest.

Or perhaps, how much truth, how much jest?

He wouldn’t truly intend to burn the city, would he?!

Wouldn’t..., right???

Xue Tianxing simply changed the subject, stiffly asking, "Sir, you’ve always been a strategist, why are you willing to personally lead the campaign today?"

Wen Qingyu remained silent, then calmly stated, "People of the world do the world’s work, now that the situation is as it is, there is no retreat, to plan for the world is to plan for oneself, without the world, how can there be oneself?"

"In this situation, duty must be taken without hesitation."

"Simply entering the game."

As these words fell, the contentment and bold spirit within them caused Yuan Shitong to admire deeply, yet also stirred Xue Tianxing’s mind, recalling the Taiping Army comrades of old who entered the fray, expressions sorrowful and mournful.

Then came the understated voice of that scholar:

"For peace, let Emperor Ying offer his head."

Xue Tianxing’s pupils contracted sharply.

Wen Qingyu smiled, mounted his horse and set forth, the army was on the move, over two days, and upon nearing Ying Country’s border, they saw an Iron Cavalry, the riders towering in physique, clad in heavy armor, wielding weapons, with solemn expressions.

The leading trio of this elite cavalry moved forward.

One among them lifted his hand to remove his hood; above, an eagle screeched, and he extended his arm, letting the exotic bird from the sky perch upon it, his hair already white, with a war bow beside his steed.

Another was a tall and stalwart man, still possessed of an indomitable aura.

This towering man carried an enormous box on his back, holding an iron Zen staff.

While the second was a long-absent foreigner on the battlefield, his stature lofty, his expression grave.

Yuan Shitong, Xue Tianxing, upon recognizing these two weathered men, their faces changed dramatically, barely concealing their wild joy.

Xue Tianxing could still control himself.

Yuan Shitong almost shouted.

The elderly man looked at his two old friends, dismounted with a resonant, powerful laugh, the tall middle-aged man also landed on the ground, his battle robe billowing, revealing the heavy, grim ink-colored armor on him, akin to an iron beast, the man carrying the box then firmly placed it on the ground, the three of them saluted Wen Qingyu:

"Taiping Army, Wang Shunchen." "Taiping Army, Yan Xuanji." "Qilin Army, Ashina."

They proclaimed in unison, "By His Majesty’s order, we come to aid!"

Wen Qingyu, with solemn expression, stepped forward to assist the trio, saying:

"Please rise, you three."

Xue Tianxing, Yuan Shitong, looked at Wang Shunchen, Yan Xuanji, with emotional expressions.

They were nearly the last of the Taiping Army, especially seeing Pang Shuiyun present, extraordinarily thrilled, reminiscing their rise when they were of the same age as Wen Qingyu is today.

But later, Taiping Duke died, and they were scattered across the land, over twenty years had passed.