Peace Order

Chapter 1917: Chapter 18: Moment of Decision!

Mr. Wen Qingyu, who has always been gentle, reliable, and incredibly sincere, is actually such a ruthless person?!

Wen Qingyu said: "At this moment, please call me, Yan Daiqing of the Northern Border."

Wei Yiwen watched the grand camp, noticing on a large stone, a scholar dressed in a simple blue long shirt, with hair tied by a wooden hairpin, exuding a floating aura, and there was admiration in Wei Yiwen’s eyes.

So, is this the so-called Yan Daiqing of the Northern Border?

The contemporary poison warrior, you should be the leader!

Back when in the Western Regions, no one could have imagined that someone would burn down the Dangxiang King’s city, and this person did such a thing, directly burning off the Wolf King’s grand dreams and cutting off Chen Country’s strategies.

Now, when everyone thought that Yan Daiqing was very likely to burn the city, thus a considerable number of second-line corps, whose will was not firm, were retreating for support, he shot them all down one by one.

Based on the strategies from the Western Regions, he completed the extended strategic arrangements.

Chain Strategy.

To think someone in this world can complete such a chain strategy is truly admirable; and what shocked Wei Yiwen the most was that someone capable of such strategies, almost calculating all human hearts, a top-tier poison warrior, a strategist ranked in the top ten throughout history.

Is actually used to handle partial battlefields?!

Such a great talent responsible for partial battlefields.

Then, who is coordinating the overall battlefield? What kind of monster could it be!

Can they contend for the world’s number one strategist in the annals of history?

Or is it Emperor Qin?

But even if Emperor Qin is commanding the entire army, being held back by the Grandmaster and Gao Xiang, he can’t fully concentrate on managing the whole situation; there must be a strategist assisting him.

Who could it be? How strong and calculating could they be?

Can’t imagine, dare not imagine.

The Qilin Army led by Emperor Qin, the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, is like an iceberg hidden beneath the water; the closer you get, the more you understand, you can infer how terrifyingly deep the submerged part goes.

Wei Yiwen took out an arrow, gently touching it with his fingers, this arrow was left to him by the World’s First Divine Shooter, Gao Xiang.

"If after we leave, things become unmanageable, you can break the enemy with this arrow."

This arrow contains a trace of the Legendary Energy left by Gao Xiang himself.

Although Gao Xiang has not reached the Martial Arts Legend realm, he is at a similar level to the Great Khan, having touched the tier of legend; Wei Yiwen looked at the scholar among the tens of thousands, with hands behind his back.

He took a deep breath.

"The state affairs are here, the nation’s destiny is here, so, I can’t afford to be cowardly!"

Wei Yiwen took out his battle bow.

Draw the arrow, exerting all his strength, completely depleting his Literary Fortune.

The elderly, bloodshot eyes locked firmly on that scholar in blue, accompanied by the inner roar and unwillingness, the bowstring trembled, the sound like thunder, the old man’s fingers were cut, dripping blood.

This arrow directly pierced through a vast distance.

Carrying Wei Yiwen’s longing, carrying this Ying Country’s last flame, a dying struggle’s unwillingness, it pierced through the vast distance, just like General Xue back in the day, piercing through the scholar amid Wei Yiwen’s rapid heartbeat.

It seems the World’s First Divine Shooter’s Divine Charm is too strong!

It seems the scholar’s martial arts are ultimately too weak to dodge in time.

This arrow directly explodes the head!

Pierced through the head, Wei Yiwen’s heart raced rapidly, almost in a daze, fingers pressing the city wall tightly, gasping heavily—

Finally, finally.

This Yan Daiqing of the Western Regions, this guy, finally, is dead.

Finally...

At this moment, the scholar fell forward, and as he fell, slowly dispersed, and Wei Yiwen’s smile froze as he saw the scholar disperse and straw flew into the sky.

"Think Tank, they did fire an arrow!"

Yuan Shitong brought over the remnants of the explosive arrow.

Wen Qingyu in the shade blocking the summer sun, waved his hand while leisurely playing chess, and asked Pang Shuiyun curiously: "Elder Pang, which strategist, when appearing outside, wouldn’t have seventeen or eighteen decoys?"

"You don’t have any?"

Pang Shuiyun looked at this self-planning first-person genius and sighed.

Wen Qingyu played chess calmly.

The chess pieces clattered on the board, at this moment on the chessboard, the black and white pieces were entangled fiercely, the situation was grand and intense to the extreme, where Wen Qingyu held white, with the white dragon about to break free, about to gain the upper hand.

Wen Qingyu picked up a piece and said casually, "Hang up what I prepared."

Yuan Shitong laughed: "Alright! Whatever the Think Tank says, it goes!"

He was thoroughly convinced, inside and out, of Wen Qingyu.

Immediately hanging up a large banner, billowing and rolling, with a large word, fierce dragons and phoenixes danced in prose, pen strokes sharp and murderous to the extreme; Wei Yiwen suppressed the unwillingness and confusion in his heart, seeing the banner flying from afar, it read—

"[Vegetable]!"

The contemporary "Chaozhou Prefecture Records" speaks of fighting geese, geese that don’t fight well are called vegetable geese, and this word means they’re useless for anything but as ingredients.

Wei Yiwen, being from Chaozhou Prefecture, was greatly affected by this word.

His face flushed, his expression fluctuated, during this period of time, because of the shame of assisting Jiang Yuan, over ten days, he had many tasks but little food and sleep, all while the exhaustion of using up Gao Xiang’s arrow, yet it had no effect.

Everything, all of it, was ignited by this word.