[Fantasy] Gods and Demons Among Flowers (Complete) - 19

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Chapter 94 of the Chronicles of Wind and Cloud: The Creator God!

Faced with his question, I inexplicably found myself unable to refuse. Perhaps it was the warm and gentle look in his eyes that made me see him as a trustworthy god, so I actually answered, "Yes!"

Ever since I released my seventh pair of wings, the Vulcan noticed that I had changed, becoming somewhat blurry. A silent aura filled the entire crimson space. With the release of the eighth pair of wings, that aura, surpassing all existence, forcefully shattered the "crimson space." The Vulcan, intimately connected to it, couldn't help but suffer mental damage, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He hadn't seen a sixteen-winged angel in a very long time; even those ancient monsters of hundreds of thousands of years probably hadn't witnessed such a thing. At this moment, my transformation was slightly different again. A gentle aura contained a hint of domineering power, or perhaps the aura of a king. The overwhelming aura forced the Vulcan before him to use his inner energy to resist this visual and sensory impact. He knew it wasn't over yet, there was always more to come. And indeed, he didn't disappoint. As my ninth, tenth… twelfth pair of wings emerged, a strange phenomenon occurred in the sky. Multicolored clouds drifted behind me, a seven-colored rainbow stretched across my back, and the twelve pairs of golden wings gently flapped, creating gentle breezes. Golden divine power surged around me, and this thick, liquid-like power condensed into a golden sword about two meters long and half a meter wide, hovering behind me. Suddenly, the holy sword emitted a radiant, auspicious light, enveloping me. A seven-colored ring encircled my waist, and I held the holy sword in my hand. The various wondrous sights in the sky had already alarmed the rulers of the divine and demonic realms—the God King and the Demon King. Even the old monsters in seclusion opened their golden eyes, secretly wondering if some important figure had appeared. However, this strange phenomenon came and went quickly, vanishing without a trace before the gods and demons could even react, leaving no trace whatsoever. The gods and demons assumed it was merely a temporary anomaly and nothing to worry about. But for those ancient monsters who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, their shrewdness as deep as the sea, the true calamity of the Three Realms had just begun. With the appearance of the strange phenomenon came natural disaster, plunging the Three Realms into chaos. The prophecy of their ancestors from millions of years ago seemed to be coming true. Only by finding the legendary chosen one could this calamity perhaps be averted. But where in the vast Three Realms could they find him?

Meanwhile, the Fire God Pinto's mind was in a state of flux. When he saw my eighth pair of wings, he was already terrified. As the number of wings on my back increased, I seemed to merge with nature, and strange phenomena appeared one after another; yet I also seemed to stand alone between heaven and earth, holding the holy sword in my right hand, with all of heaven and earth contained within my chest. Everything exists, everything is nothing; I am the master of this world.

As I withdrew the strange phenomenon emanating from my body, the entire sky seemed to return to calm. The colorful auspicious clouds disappeared, a few white clouds drifted across the sky, and the rainbow vanished, only appearing before us in a tangible form. The Fire God, with a mixture of joy and excitement, cried out, "Father...Father God?!" He never expected that this so-called young man before him was actually the Father God—the Creator God of Gods, who had disappeared millions of years ago! How could he not be overjoyed and excited!

"Father God? What are you saying?" I flapped my wings, frowning slightly as I asked.

"Father God, because of your sudden disappearance, the original God Realm split in two, becoming the current God Realm and Demon Realm. The constant warfare between the two realms has caused countless lives to be lost, causing untold suffering. Don't you know? Don't you know the tens of thousands of years of enmity between the God and Demon races? Now that you have returned, it is time for you to take charge." A tear of excitement flashed in the Fire God's eyes as he murmured.

"Senior, what are you saying?!" I shouted sharply, pulling the Fire God back from the brink of grief.

"Oh, no...it's nothing." Vulcan quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and forced a smile. It seemed that the Father God was still asleep, and his memories of his past life had not yet returned, Vulcan thought to himself.

"Then why do you keep saying Father God, Father God and all that? Are you referring to the

God of Gods, the Creator God?" I folded the wings on my back and asked in confusion. "Oh, little brother, I think you misheard. The Creator God is the god who created this world, the supreme god of the universe. How could I dare to blaspheme him?" Vulcan seemed to have made up his mind and said calmly.

"Uh...senior, it's all over now. What will you do?" I was speechless for a moment and took the opportunity to change the subject. [More exciting content, more good books, all at [517z.com]

"Uh...if you don't mind, I want to follow you and serve you like a slave, to repay your warning!" After saying that, Vulcan clasped his hands together, supported himself on one leg, and was about to kneel down.

"No, no, this is too much of a courtesy from you, senior! I can't accept such a gift!" I hurriedly helped him up, then said, "How about this? I am the young master of the Divine Demon Palace. If you don't mind, I can take you there!"

"Divine Demon Palace? I've never heard of that name before! What kind of place is that?" The Fire God tried hard to search his memory, but how could he know about things that happened ten thousand years later?

"The Divine Demon Palace is an independent entity separate from the God and Demon races. It was built by my father—the former leader of the God race—and my mother—the former princess of the Demon race—after they got together. It specifically sheltered couples who had fled from the God and Demon races. Now, the Divine Demon Palace has some power, and since my father and mother are related to both races, they don't dare to make things difficult for us. So, we in the Divine Demon Palace have always lived a self-sufficient life!" I explained slowly.

"Hearing you say that, such a place seems quite suitable for me!" The Fire God said with a smile.

"Hehe, if you think it's alright, I'll take you there right away!" Now that I've noticed Vulcan has returned to normal, he's becoming more and more "that" kind of person, so I need to get him out of there quickly.

"Shooting star streaking across the sky, traversing the tunnel of time and space, Gate of Time and Space, open!" Ten thousand golden rays burst forth from my hand, and a golden gate appeared before me.

"Thank you, young brother." A hint of gratitude flashed in Vulcan's eyes as he walked towards the portal.

"Oh, senior, wait a minute." Vulcan had just stepped through the gate when my voice came from behind.

"What is it?" He was surprised that I remained calm even when facing an opponent, yet I seemed slightly anxious when taking him home.

"Uh... Senior, this is my token." Seeing the Vulcan's puzzled look, I hurriedly explained awkwardly, "My guard friends love to play pranks. Half the reason I came to the human realm is because of them. Now that you have my token, they will definitely treat you well!"

"Oh, you have such subordinates!" The Vulcan suddenly realized, smiled, and took the token-like object from my hand.

"Hehe!" I scratched the back of my head and chuckled twice, as if to express my agreement.

Seeing the Vulcan walk into the teleportation portal with a smile, I waved and called out, "Farewell, Senior!" The teleportation portal slowly closed and disappeared before my eyes, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief, thinking to myself that I had finally sent this troublesome god away. You guys are in for a lot of trouble from now on, hahaha... At this moment, the guards in the God and Demon Palace couldn't help but shiver, exchanging glances, secretly alarmed: They had finally had a period of peace, could it be... he's back again? The guards dared not even think about it; that man was forever a nightmare in their hearts. They rarely had so much time to spend with their wives, strolling around and enjoying themselves, how could they let such an atmosphere be ruined? Little did they know, though, that while I, the little troublemaker, hadn't returned, I had sent them an old troublemaker, resulting in chaos within the Divine Demon Palace. Of course, that's a story for later, to be mentioned in Volume Three.

After seeing off the God of Fire, I realized I was still above the Caribbean Sea. I wondered how Queen Aite and the others were doing. A flash of white light, and I appeared outside the side hall. When I reappeared, I saw Queen Aite, pale-faced, looking at the outer hall with a mixture of worry and fear. The ministers, also pale-faced, were discussing amongst themselves, their topic revolving around whether I could defeat the Demon Swordsman, Oscar.

After I escorted everyone out of the side hall, they all felt a sense of relief. Queen Aite, upon discovering that it was me who brought them out, became worried. However, with the barrier outside the hall blocking her way, she could only worry helplessly. Occasionally, a slight tremor emanated from the ground, indicating a fierce struggle within. Therefore, when I appeared outside the side hall, Queen Aite was overjoyed, while the ministers were astonished, with a hint of disbelief. However, their expressions quickly turned to admiration; I could sense their genuine emotion. From then on, I was firmly established in the hearts of the ministers.

"My dear son-in-law, it's been so long since you've come out! Your two sons were worried sick!" Queen Aite said, a hint of affection in her eyes.

"Ah, when did they come? How long have I been inside?" I asked in surprise.

"It's been a whole day! Your sons were worried sick. Seeing that you hadn't come out, they went back disappointed!" Queen Aite said.

"Ah, it's been so long! No, I have to go see them." Hearing this news, I was frantic and teleported there. Behind me came Queen Aite's voice: "My dear son-in-law, remember to come to court tomorrow and discuss with the ministers the grand plan to repel the enemy!"

The

next morning, as I was strolling in the garden with my three wives, I noticed thick smoke billowing in the southwest, accompanied by the deafening cries of men, women, and children. Although the sounds were intermittent, they weren't a big deal to my keen hearing. However, when I heard the sorrow and desperate hope for life hidden in those cries, my heart ached.

Seeing my sudden change in expression, Liya asked, "What's wrong, husband?"

"Look, what's going on there?" I said, pointing to the smoke billowing in the southwest.

"Ah… that's the only town outside our country's jurisdiction—Willow Forest Town. I never thought it wouldn't escape the Hawk Empire's clutches!" Liya murmured.

"Let's go take a look!" A flash of white light, and I appeared with the three women on the main street of Willow Grove Town.

Desolation was the true picture of this large town. Buildings along the street were burning in flames, pools of blood were everywhere, and corpses lay scattered on the ground, their deaths gruesome and painful. Some had their throats slashed open, blood spurting all over their bodies; some had been stabbed in the heart, their eyes wide open as they fell into pools of blood; some had their limbs cruelly severed, and those who were still alive had been stabbed again; some women had been raped to death, and even after death, enemy soldiers had knives inserted into their genitals, causing them to bleed profusely to death; some had even been beheaded, their heads used as balls by the enemy, or their heads were hung on the archways; even more cruelly, they did not spare the town's children, an infant less than a month old was thrown to his death by the enemy soldiers, and perhaps there were others who had been burned alive in the fire.

My face was ashen as I stared at the scene before me. These were living, breathing lives! Why were these damned humans so cruel, slaughtering their own kind? The three women beside me were already pale with fright at the sight. They had never witnessed such a hellish scene before, and an indescribable sense of depression made them vomit. The thick stench of blood still lingered in the air, and the once bustling town was now shrouded in deathly silence.

Suddenly, shouts of battle erupted from across the street. My heart skipped a beat: were there still survivors in the town? I quickly pulled the three women and ran in that direction. There, I saw a group of about thirty Imperial soldiers surrounding a tall man, hacking at him with their swords. The man was now at his last gasp, his body covered in blood, large, gaping wounds gushing blood. Behind him, he carried a little girl. Although the man was on the verge of collapse, I saw unwavering determination and resolve in his eyes—a spirit of dying rather than surrender. His spirit deeply moved me, and I felt a genuine sense of closeness to him. At that moment, several more large knife wounds appeared on his muscular body. The massive blood loss had made him tremble unsteadily, but his willpower told him to hold on, to hold on, to get through this, and they would be safe. But the heaviness on his body made his eyelids droop uncontrollably, and finally, due to excessive blood loss, he collapsed to the ground. The little girl who

had been thrown down crawled to him, crying, "Brother Tie Niu, wake up, wake up! Daddy, Mommy, Grandpa, and Grandma are all gone. I don't want to lose you too… Waaah…"

"Little girl, Brother Tie Niu can no longer take care of you. We'll meet again in the next life!" The man stroked the little girl's head, a tear sliding down his cheek, and said gently.

At that moment, the thirty enemy soldiers, their faces contorted with rage, raised their broadswords and slashed at the bleeding man. Just then, a deafening roar came from behind them: "Stop!" The sound made the enemy soldier pause, his broadsword still. When the enemy saw that the one who shouted was only a man and three women, they burst into laughter. And when they saw that behind the man stood three women of unparalleled beauty, filthy thoughts immediately filled their minds. They shouted, "That beauty is mine, mine! I'll have her today... This beauty is mine! Wow, just thinking about those full breasts, those pert buttocks, I can't help but rush up and enjoy her! Hahaha..." (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter .

"That...that beauty is mine, I must devour her." "

…………"

The scene was noisy. Faced with the beauty, the thirty enemy soldiers no longer cared about the man lying on the ground and rushed towards us, howling. Hearing the soldiers' lewd words, the three women blushed, followed by anger. Just as the three women were about to teach them a lesson, I stopped them and said coldly, "In my eyes, they are all dead."

At this moment, the overly excited enemy soldiers suddenly found that their bodies were becoming heavier and heavier as they ran, and their bodies were uncontrollably rising upwards. They saw the ground getting further and further away from them in horror. They screamed, but the invisible barrier prevented their voices from passing through; they pounded on it, but the invisible barrier was so strong that it gave them no chance to break free.

As the soldiers slowly ascended, Tie Niu finally saw the faces of his saviors. In his eyes, we were so otherworldly, like holy angels from heaven.

"Disillusionment Bubble, pop!" I whispered, and the Disillusionment Bubble carrying the Imperial soldiers disappeared with my shout, along with the demise of those thirty evil beings.

After dealing with those evil beings, I led the three girls slowly toward the man lying in a pool of blood. The little girl, who had witnessed me eliminate the enemies, cried out as I approached, "Big brother, can you save my Tie Niu brother?" Hearing

the little girl's childish voice, I was taken aback, then smiled and said, "He is your Tie Niu brother. Don't worry, big brother will save your Tie Niu brother."

"It's no use, benefactor. Tie Niu knows what's going on. I just wanted to... Ah, what happened?" As he was speaking weakly, a flash of white light appeared on my left hand, gently brushing it across his body, and a layer of white light instantly bathed Tie Niu. A tingling, numb sensation filled his senses. To his surprise, under the white light, his wounds began to gently undulate, then slowly closed, healed, scabbed over, and peeled off, revealing new skin.

Touching his wounds, if he weren't still somewhat weak, Tie Niu would have found it hard to believe that he, who had just been on the verge of death, was completely unharmed, even his scars had vanished as if he had never been injured. Now, his eyes were filled with reverence, and he and the little girl were about to kowtow to me: "Thank you, benefactor! Thank you, benefactor!"

His knees remained suspended in mid-air; I wouldn't let him kneel. I helped him up and asked, "You're still quite weak, so don't bother with those formalities. How many people are left in this town? Tell me!"

Hearing my concerned words, Tie Niu felt a warmth in his heart, but when I asked if anyone was still alive, his heart sank. He cried out in anguish, "They're all gone! All the uncles, grandparents, younger brothers and sisters—they were all cruelly murdered by those damned imperial soldiers! I didn't do my best to protect them; they died so tragically!" A tear welled in Tie Niu's eye as he cried out.

"Brother Tie Niu, don't be sad. It's not your fault. You did your best. Look, the girl is alive and well under your protection, isn't she?" I comforted him.

"Yes, Brother Tie Niu, it's not your fault. If it weren't for your protection, would the girl still be alive?" the little girl cried, pulling on Tie Niu's hand.

"Brother Tie Niu, please accept my condolences. Anyway, you have nothing to stay here with, so I'll take you back to the capital!" I winked at the little girl, changing the subject.

The little girl was quite clever and immediately understood, echoing my sentiment, "Brother Tie Niu, let's leave, okay? Even if they're gone, the enemies will come back. Let's go back with you, big brother!"

After our back-and-forth, Tie Niu finally recovered from his grief and accepted my invitation.

"Everyone, get ready, we're leaving!" A flash of white light, and the six of us vanished into thin air. Just as we left, a black sphere flew from my hand.

As we departed, the black sphere hovered above the town, slowly rotating. The black sphere rotated slowly, and wisps of black thread emerged from it. The sky gradually darkened. Clusters of dark clouds gathered above the town, obscuring it completely. Upon witnessing the strange phenomenon in the sky, the Imperial soldiers looting the town panicked and fled towards the outskirts. But would the gods allow them to escape? Another strange phenomenon occurred: the small black sphere began to spin rapidly, wisps of black energy quickly spreading outwards. Gradually, the black sphere disappeared, and a cloud-like opening formed by swirling black threads appeared in the sky. A clap of thunder sounded, and from the spinning cloud-like opening, fist-sized black spheres flew towards the town. Under the cover of darkness, the soldiers screamed in terror, for they felt as if a giant beast was opening its mouth to devour them from the shadows.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The earth trembled, and in the darkness, buildings, corpses, and evil lives were reduced to ashes by the bombardment of the necromantic spheres. These strange phenomena in the town, of course, did not escape the eyes of the enemy vanguard. As soon as the strange phenomena occurred, the scouts swiftly relayed the news to the vanguard general, Mink.

Mink slammed his fist on the table and roared, "These Blade Camp soldiers are too arrogant! They went to plunder Willow Grove Town without my orders! They deserve to die! Even the heavens are against them! How many sins have they committed?"

"But General, according to my observations, the strange phenomenon in the sky wasn't natural, it was man-made!" Mink's advisor, also a magic expert, wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said tremblingly.

"Waaah... um... what... what? The destruction of the entire Willow Grove Town was man-made!" Mink gasped, slumping back in his command chair.

"Yes, according to my and everyone's investigation, it was all done by one person. It's speculated that this person is at the level of a Grand Magister!" the timid advisor whispered in his ear.

"Grand... Grand Magister? How many Grand Magisters are there on the continent? And a Dark Mage is unheard of. It seems this attack on the Fire Dance Duchy will be very difficult." Mink frowned, muttering to himself.

"General, General..." the advisor called out from the side. "Pass down the order: halt all troop movements, hold your positions, and rest in place." Mink realized the seriousness of the situation

and decisively issued the order.

"Yes, General!" The messenger received the order and relayed it to the entire army. Mink, using the excuse of resting, dismissed his strategist and stayed alone in his tent, pondering matters. A flash of white light appeared outside the main hall of the capital, and our group of six appeared at the entrance. "Who are you?" The guards standing at the door immediately reacted and pointed at us. But when they saw it was me and the two princesses, they hurriedly and respectfully said: "This humble servant greets Princess Liya, Princess Lina, and Your Highness!" "No need for formalities!" "Is the Empress Dowager in the main hall?" Liya regained her princessly dignity and asked. " Yes, Your Highness!" "You have done well, you may leave!" Liya waved her sleeve. "Yes!" The two guards stood respectfully to the side of the main hall. Lia, exuding an aura of nobility, led us towards the main hall. However, as the three women and I stepped into the hall, we realized that Tie Niu and Ya Tou hadn't followed. Turning around, we saw them being held back by a group of guards, who were preventing them from entering. They were covered in blood, and the guards couldn't allow them to enter the main hall. After some explanation, however, they were finally allowed entry. Once inside, the previously noisy hall suddenly fell silent. Everyone's gaze focused on me, even Queen Aite's eyes were filled with concern and inquiry. No wonder; I had unexpectedly brought three women and two blood-soaked figures into the main hall today. It was clear I had something important to discuss; normally, I couldn't be persuaded to come. Facing the gazes of the assembled officials, I calmly saluted and said: "Your subject Xie Yun greets Your Majesty! Your humble servant Tie Niu (Ya Tou), a villager from Liulin Town, greets Your Majesty!" Seeing the majestic Queen of the Duchy seated on the throne, the two, who had never seen anything like it before, suppressed their excitement and prostrated themselves on the ground. " No need for formalities!" Queen Aite said calmly, as was customary. In truth, she had long been suspicious; her scouts had just reported that the entire town of Willow Grove had vanished under the power of nature, along with the imperial soldiers who had looted it, disappearing into the dust. "We've just returned, and Queen Aite has already received definite news; this is truly astonishing in the Fire Dance Duchy's intelligence network." " You two are the survivors of Willow Grove, aren't you?" Queen Aite smiled kindly and asked, "Can you tell me everything that happened in the town?" "Yes, Your Majesty." Hearing the Queen's concerned words, Tie Niu couldn't help but cry out, "Your Majesty, you must avenge the people of Willow Grove who died! They died unjustly..." As he spoke, Tie Niu's voice gradually choked with emotion; the once valiant and unyielding man in the face of the enemy was now crying like a child before the ruler of a nation. "A grown man crying and sobbing in the main hall, what kind of behavior is this!" a minister rebuked, unable to bear it any longer. Seemingly eager to curry favor with Queen Aite, the other ministers echoed him, momentarily forgetting the tragic fate of Willow Grove Town. " Shut up!" Lia, seemingly disgusted by their behavior, helped up the still-sobring Tie Niu and angrily shouted. Seeing her mother sitting on the throne, looking encouraging, Lia quickly reported, "Your Majesty, I had the honor of accompanying the Prince Consort to Willow Grove Town, and found that, just as Brother Tie Niu said, they died unjustly." As he spoke, he described the horrific scene, but just thinking about the suffering of the dead made him feel nauseous and almost vomit on the spot. " Outrageous! The Hawk Empire has gone too far, not even sparing the elderly and children!" Queen Aite roared in fury. However, her pale face revealed that she too was still shaken by the horrific scene Lia had described. The timid ministers below the stage were all pale-faced and trembling, as if the murdered man were their own relative. " My esteemed ministers, the Hawk Empire has gone this far; what plans do you have?" Aite, after all, was the ruler of a nation, and his expression quickly returned to normal, but how many could know the turmoil churning within him?

"In my humble opinion, we should attack! Turning the tide of battle into the offensive will allow us to maintain our position of containment." The Left Prime Minister stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice. Although the Left Prime Minister was nearing the end of his life, his vast knowledge and ability to handle such a dire situation were still commendable. "

Then what other insightful opinions do you, my esteemed ministers, have?" Queen Aite's steady voice echoed through the hall.

"No… nothing more." Since the purge of the Right Prime Minister's faction, the ministers had become more astute, acting according to the Queen's wishes. Seeing that the Queen seemed to agree with the Left Prime Minister's view, the ministers naturally raised their hands in support.

"But… Your Majesty, since General Fengbert fell into demonic possession, our Fire Dance Duchy's army has lost its leader. What should we do?" The Left Prime Minister voiced his concerns. "

This…" Queen Aite pondered for a long time, unable to offer an answer. "

Your Majesty, I wish to follow the example of Mao Sui and volunteer to command the Duchy's three armies. I hope Your Majesty will grant my request!" A man stepped forward from the ranks and pleaded. This man was me.

"My dear son-in-law, I know you are very capable in individual combat, but... but the battlefield is not like a fight between two people. You will be facing thousands of troops!" Queen Aite's eyes were filled with worry. "

Mother, I cannot deny that I am very capable in individual combat, but I never said that I couldn't lead an army into battle. You must believe me, our army will definitely win this great battle." I patted my chest and assured the Queen.

But... Queen Aite hesitated.

"Your Majesty, we believe that His Highness the Prince can bring a miracle to our Duchy!" the Left Prime Minister said. "Since I appeared in the Fire Dance Duchy, I have been saving the Duchy from danger. I fought bravely against the Beast Tamer Amendo on the Night Wolf Plains, defeated the Demon in the arena, killed the Necromancer, defeated the Dark God of the Underworld, and rescued the Queen and the ministers in time in that side hall, and was with the Empire's Chief Magic Swordsman, the Prime Minister. Every one of these heroic deeds would shock the entire nation." Miracles are created by people, and I am the one who will create them. I believe that the fate of the Duchy is intertwined with mine, and that an even greater miracle will unfold. The Left Prime Minister has placed all his bets on me, believing I will achieve great success. Those ministers who were initially hesitant have become resolute upon seeing the Left Prime Minister's initial support, and they unanimously recommend me as commander-in-chief. What was once an underdog has become highly sought after; I feel overwhelmed with gratitude. Putting

all that aside, under the unanimous demands of the ministers, Queen Aite finally sighed and said: "As you all have suggested, I appoint Prince Xieyun as the Grand Marshal of the Vanguard, granting him command over 300,000 elite troops to march to the Great Fortress of Brest to resist the invasion of the Hawk Empire." "Your subject obeys!" I gladly accepted this heavy responsibility.

A tense atmosphere permeated the capital. Soldiers from all directions moved methodically, converging on the duchy's largest training ground. Here, a peculiarly erected platform was set up, supposedly for the new Grand Marshal's oath-taking ceremony. However, this platform, over ten zhang high, lacked even a single ladder. The soldiers discussed amongst themselves, wondering how the new commander would ascend it. Their ranks were chaotic and disorganized, lacking any semblance of the duchy's military discipline. Moreover, with their commander absent, soldiers from various camps and regions whispered amongst themselves—a far cry from the image of a true soldier. What was even more disgusting was that some soldiers, disregarding the large crowd, openly picked their noses, bit their nails, farted loudly, and even stuck their stinky feet out of their boots to cool off, suffocating a large number of soldiers around them. Even more abhorrent was that two soldiers who had been chatting and laughing suddenly started arguing, which escalated into a physical fight. Finally, with the intervention of their comrades from both camps, the fight turned into a mass brawl. Was this... was this the 300,000 elite troops the duchy claimed to have?

Someone shouted, "The Marshal is here!" and the noisy army immediately quieted down, though a few soldiers remained oblivious, continuing their commotion and laughter. Then, I appeared before them, clad in armor, the golden armor gleaming in the sunlight, making me appear incredibly majestic. Smiling, I strode towards the high platform, and to the astonishment of the soldiers, I seemed to walk on air, ascending the platform, which was over ten zhang high. A member of the mage corps once probed with his divine sense to inquire whether I had used wind magic to fly to the high platform. However, the result told him that there was no wind element surrounding me, and no magical fluctuations in the air. All of this indicated that the marshal before him possessed profound cultivation.

Upon learning this, his surprise turned to astonishment, and then to admiration. Having such a highly accomplished person as commander was truly a great fortune for the duchy. Looking at the marshal's deep, wise eyes, he felt that the history of the Fire Dance Duchy's repeated defeats would be rewritten under his leadership. Looking at his companions around him, they shared the same feelings of admiration as he gazed at the golden figure standing on the high platform. Bathed in sunlight, he appeared even more majestic and unyielding, deeply imprinted in their hearts. Chapter Ninety-

Seven of the Wind and Cloud Chronicle: The Oath-Taking Ceremony – Establishing Authority in the Army

"Fellow soldiers, I am your commander-in-chief, Xie Yun. I hope you will all take good care of me!" I shouted with a smile and a powerful voice.

Hearing my booming voice, anyone with a modicum of knowledge would know that this mysterious commander was shrouded in mystery. Yet, some refused to accept this, shouting through the ranks, "He's just a pretty boy who climbed up the ranks by clinging to a woman's leg, what's so great about him!"

In an instant, the training ground fell silent, for my smile had vanished, replaced by a grim expression. Two sharp, lightning-fast gazes swept over the soldiers. Despite the sweltering heat, being swept by those piercing eyes felt like falling into an eternal ice cellar. A chilling coldness rose from the depths of their hearts, making them shiver involuntarily. Finally, my gaze settled on a young man in the central ranks, picking his earwax and biting his nails. The young man trembled, meeting my icy gaze with a look of fear.

"Chief of Staff, where is the military might?" I asked, the words escaping from between my fingers.

The staff officer trembled, head bowed, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and said, "Those who disregard military authority will be killed without exception!"

"Good!" A single word escaped my lips, but that one word struck the staff officer's heart like a heavy blow, turning his face deathly pale. How much meaning was contained in that single "good"? It seemed to blame himself for failing to manage the army well, it seemed to say he was irresponsible for bringing in thugs and hooligans, it seemed…

Suddenly, the young man who had just been spouting arrogant words was inexplicably rising into the air. Judging from his terrified gaze, he was clearly being controlled by someone. But who was it? Everyone's gaze fell upon their "beloved" marshal.

"What right do you have? My father is a Grand Councilor! You can't treat me like this!" The young man in mid-air had lost his previous arrogance, struggling in the air, his eyes still filled with a hint of stubbornness. Perhaps this was the power his father wielded, allowing him to be so arrogant and domineering.

Although he struggled incessantly, the restraints I had placed upon him were not something he could break alone. I didn't care that he was the son of some high-ranking military official; he didn't exist in my eyes. I uttered six words: "Those who disregard military authority will die!" Right before everyone's eyes, space distorted, and a black hole taller than a person appeared out of thin air above the young man's head. In the young man's terrified gaze, the black hole opened its greedy mouth and sucked him into it.

Silence, absolute silence! No one dared to throw a tantrum, act childishly, or put on airs in front of me, because the result would be being swallowed by that terrifying black hole.

"Is this the Iron Army His Majesty told me about? They're all trash!" A cold gaze swept across the entire area, and a few words tumbled from my mouth.

"Trash...trash..." The words echoed throughout the training ground, and everyone understood the underlying meaning. The soldiers were also human beings; they also had personal dignity. When someone insulted their dignity, they were angry, but another sentence I uttered calmed them down from their anger, prompting them to think rationally.

"Ask yourselves honestly, are you truly the Duchy's guard? You stand improperly, sit improperly, lack iron discipline—how can you call yourselves an iron army! I wonder if the former commander-in-chief was a fool or an idiot?" I said disdainfully.

The angry shouts and accusations gradually subsided, and the soldiers were all pondering the same question: Did they, the so-called iron army of the Duchy, truly possess iron discipline? Recalling the past, they had always believed that the Duchy's Brest Grand Fortress was an impregnable fortress. They had succumbed to decadence, their former iron discipline cast aside. But today, my words rekindled their waning morale. They had once been the Duchy's most formidable iron army—they were, and they were—and they were still! Many awoke from their despair. The will to be forged in the past ignited their fighting spirit once more. The flow of people was steady, yet not crowded; the movement was synchronized, each person holding their head high, radiating a newfound vitality. No one pitied the fallen soldier anymore. It was he who saved the morale of the entire army, restoring the Iron Army's former glory; it was he who saved the duchy from its precarious situation, restoring its former strength. His death was not unjust; at least it awakened the soldiers' long-dormant fighting spirit.

My iron will, my ruthlessness, stirred the morale of the entire army. Three hundred thousand soldiers shouted in unison: "We are the Iron Army, we were, and we are!" What a resounding voice, what a majestic voice, what an inspiring voice, what a voice that ignited fighting spirit! The Iron Army—has returned! That orderly formation, that surging fighting spirit—wasn't that the Iron Army of yesteryear returning?

The soldiers' morale remained high, and I, standing on the high platform, nodded in satisfaction. After taking a deep breath, my voice rang out again in the air above the training ground, but this time it was no longer cold-blooded; instead, it contained a hidden sorrow.

"Our dearest soldiers! Today, I have some very unfortunate news to tell you. The townspeople of Willow Grove, a well-known watchtower in our principality, have suffered a brutal massacre. Only two people have been killed. Today, I will have them recount how cruel the enemy has been to our people!" At that moment, Tie Niu and Ya Tou appeared before the soldiers. Several soldiers from Willow Grove could no longer contain themselves and rushed out from the ranks, shaking Tie Niu's shoulders and asking, "Tie Niu, where is Uncle Fu? Where is Uncle Fu? How is he?" "

Brother Er Gou, Uncle Fu... he was killed by the enemy with a single blow!" Tie Niu said, his shoulders trembling as he cried.

"Tie Niu, what about my wife, Mei Feng?" a handsome soldier asked urgently.

"Third Brother... Sister-in-law Mei Feng was gang-raped and killed. Even in death, she couldn't rest in peace; those bastards chopped off her head and hung it on the archway." Tie Niu cried out.

"Mei Feng..." the soldier screamed, a tear of blood sliding down his cheek, and with a "pfft," a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. That burly figure now looked so small. With a "thud," San Dan collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Third Brother, Third Brother..." Tie Niu called out, supporting the unconscious San Dan.

"Your Third Brother is alright. He just fainted from a sudden surge of anger. He'll be fine in a bit!" My calm voice came from the side. Tie Niu turned around and saw me standing beside him, smiling.

Suddenly, Tie Niu did something astonishing. He put down the unconscious San Dan, walked straight to me, and with a "thud," his burly body knelt before me. Ignoring the clatter of the pebbles on the ground, he knelt down like a true man. The ground trembled at his kneeling, and the hearts of the many soldiers were shaken by it. A man's knees are precious; one kneels only to heaven, earth, and parents. Today, Tie Niu knelt before me not only out of admiration but also out of unwavering will.

"Marshal, Tie Niu requests to join the Iron Army?" Tie Niu said, his tiger-like eyes shining with determination.

I was also moved by Tie Niu's true heroism and exclaimed, "What a hero!" Then, I turned around and shouted to the silent Iron Army, "Brother Tie Niu requests to join the Iron Army. Do you brothers agree?"

The soldiers in the Iron Army were all moved by Tie Niu's genuine character and couldn't help but shout, "Agree! Agree! Agree!" The loud voices echoed in the air above the training ground, stirring up countless birds in the surrounding woods.

"Good, good, good!" I said three times, then turned and helped Tie Niu up, saying, "Tie Niu, from today onwards, you are a member of my Iron Army! In the Iron Army, you must abide by iron discipline and be a good soldier who protects our country!"

"Yes, Marshal!" Tie Niu straightened up, looking at me firmly with his head held high. "Go!" With a gentle wave of my hand, at my command, Tie Niu finally stood on the training ground as a member of the Iron Army. The other men from Willow Forest Town also awoke from their grief and returned to their ranks.

I stood on the high platform again, cleared my throat, and said, "Today, you are able to stand here because I believe the Iron Army has not fallen, has not degenerated. As soldiers who defend our country, the title of Iron Army will forever remain in your hearts. Just yesterday, the despicable enemy actually attacked unarmed civilians; this vile act is shameful. Imagine, when your grandparents, parents were hacked to death by the enemy, how would you feel? When your wives and children were insulted and killed, what would you think? When the enemy breached the city walls, burning, killing, and looting within, what would you do? The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen. When the nation..." Decline and ruin, displacement of the people—does a trace of regret stir in your hearts? Why didn't you drive the enemy out of the country before they breached the walls? Why didn't you kill your loved ones when they killed you? We are human beings, but also guardians of our nation. As long as the banner of our guardians falls, the enemy will never be able to invade. Today is a good day for our three armies to march to the front lines. I hope that in the days to come, we can all unite as one. Drive out the enemy and reclaim our land! Blood boiled in the veins of the soldiers, hatred burned in their hearts, and fighting spirit shone in their eyes. My words of encouragement were very effective. One wave of shouts followed another across the training ground.

"Unite as one, drive out the enemy and reclaim our land..."

The encouraging voices lingered and resonated in the air above the training ground, carrying far, far away... After

the oath-taking ceremony in Chapter Ninety-Eight of the Chronicles of Wind and Cloud

, I led 300,000 troops toward the front lines of the war—the Great Fortress of Brusstedt. After several hours of rapid marching, the 300,000 troops finally arrived at the Great Fortress before nightfall. After settling the 300,000 troops, I led several high-ranking generals towards the residence of Feng Lit, the fortress commander.

Feng Lit sat in his armchair, his face full of worry, oblivious even to the tea served by a servant. Just then, the steward rushed in, shouting, "Master, the 300,000 troops dispatched by His Majesty have arrived! Grand Marshal Prince Xie Yun and several generals have come to pay you a visit!"

"Hmm, Marshal, quickly… quickly invite them in. Ah, never mind, I'll go greet them myself!" Hearing this, Feng Lit was overjoyed and hurried down from his armchair towards the gate.

Led by several familiar generals, I quietly observed the general's residence. It wasn't large; unlike the luxurious residences of the high-ranking generals in the capital, its overall layout exuded a sense of simplicity. If it weren't for the two imposing stone lions at the gate, we would have thought we had entered a commoner's home. However, for a general to do this is truly remarkable; his love for his troops and his son is the most praiseworthy quality of a leader.

With a creak, the gates of the general's mansion opened, and an elderly man in armor, his temples streaked with gray, stepped out. He exuded the aura of a soldier; it was clear this was the person we were looking for.

Sure enough, he placed his left hand on his chest, bowed respectfully, and said, "This humble officer, Fenglite, garrison commander of the Brest Fortress, greets the Grand Marshal!"

"No need for formalities, no need for formalities, old general! You have devoted yourself to our country for so many years; how could we, your juniors, dare accept such a grand gesture!" I pulled him back, smiling gently.

"Grand Marshal, this is my duty!" Fenglite replied respectfully.

“General, there’s no need for such formalities. I don’t want to use my rank to intimidate you today. Just consider me a junior visiting you.” Seeing Fengbert’s serious expression, I said with a smile.

“Since the Marshal has given such an order, it would be unworthy for me to refuse. So, I will respectfully accept your command!” Fengbert secretly admired my calmness and felt a sense of closeness from my amiable manner. Given time, he was sure I would achieve great things. Although he thought this, he still said gratefully.

“What do you mean by respectfully accepting your command? I don’t like hearing that, General. Doesn’t it just distance us?” I laughed, and everyone laughed along.

After shedding this tedious duty, Fengbert chatted happily with the other senior generals. After all, they had known each other for decades. Since Fengbert had been guarding this great fortress for many years, the old men hadn’t been in touch for a long time, so they naturally had a lot to talk about. Wait, wait, and they left me aside. However, I paid no heed to any of this, remaining calm and composed as I strolled around, enjoying the tranquil scenery. I knew the old general was observing all of this, for he was doing it on purpose. If I showed even a hint of disdain or arrogance, he would see me as a talented but arrogant individual, unfit to be a commander-in-chief, and that such a person would only lead to the downfall of the duchy. If I showed even a trace of anxiety, he would think me a reckless and impulsive man, unable to even wait a moment, and that such hasty advances in battle would only endanger the entire army. Being a vanguard commander on the front lines was acceptable, but being a marshal was absolutely unacceptable. Old people are shrewd, and Feng Lit was quite satisfied with my performance. A great commander must possess that calm and composed demeanor, which is of great benefit to uniting the soldiers around him.

As Feng Lite spoke, he seemed to remember something and exclaimed, "Oh dear, everyone, I was so engrossed in chatting with you all that I forgot to invite you in for tea! Damn it, damn it…!"

"Why do you say that, General? It's been many years since you all caught up. This is a great opportunity for everyone to exchange ideas!" I said with a smile from the side.

"Marshal, it's not good that we old folks were so busy chatting and left you out. Alright, everyone, please, please, please…" Feng Lite warmly invited me and the other generals into the living room. After we were seated, the servants of the mansion placed several cups of tea on the tea table beside us. I picked up the teacup and took a small sip. A delicate fragrance lingered in my mouth, a warm current slid down my throat and into my stomach, a comfortable and cool warmth spreading through my stomach.

"Good tea, good tea! The fragrance lingers on my teeth, the warmth lingers in my stomach, what a wonderful cup of tea!" I exclaimed.

"Marshal, you flatter me. I only know how to fight on the battlefield, I know nothing about the art of tea-making. This tea was brewed by my granddaughter, Xu'er!" Feng Bote laughed heartily and called out, "Xu'er, come out and greet the Marshal and the other generals!"

"Yes, Grandpa!" A young girl gracefully emerged from behind the curtain. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her clear eyes were veiled with a thin layer of mist, and her oval face complemented her long, glossy black hair, making her undeniably beautiful. She had a full bust, a slender waist, and long legs. She wore a light blue hibiscus-patterned dress, sky-blue trousers, and colorful cloud-chasing boots, looking like a fairy descending to earth.

A beauty, absolutely a beauty! However, even I, who was used to seeing beautiful women, was slightly taken aback for a moment, but my expression quickly returned to normal. The older generals, however, couldn't resist the allure of the beauty before them and showed a hint of infatuation. But after Feng Bote coughed a few times, even the old men couldn't help but blush. However, being seasoned elders who had seen much of the world, they immediately praised, "Congratulations, General Feng, on having such a bright and virtuous granddaughter!"

"Not at all, not at all, how could my daughter, with her plain looks, compare to the two beauties of the Duchy!" Feng Lit was pleased with the praise from his old acquaintances, but still remained modest.

"General Feng, how can you say that? How could such a peerless beauty be considered plain? Oh, by the way, does she have a sweetheart?" a seemingly kind old man asked.

"General Jones, what are you saying? My granddaughter is very willful; even if she has a sweetheart, she never tells me!" Feng Lit said, seemingly with a hint of complaint.

"Grandpa..." Xu'er protested.

"Oh...hahaha, I didn't expect your granddaughter to be so strong-willed. It seems my grandson isn't so fortunate!" Jones laughed heartily.

"Hehe, I wondered why Jones would be so kind as to ask if she had a husband; turns out he's looking for a wife for his grandson! Haha..." an old man nearby chuckled.

After a round of laughter and banter, Feng Lit said to Xu'er, who was standing to the side, "Xu'er, why don't you greet your grandfathers? This is Prince Xieyun, a young and talented man of our country, and also the husband of the two princesses. You should go and meet him!" He pointed to me sitting to the side and laughed.

"Greetings, grandfathers! I wish you all good health and continued vigor!" Xu'er bowed slightly and said softly.

"Good, good, good! You truly are General Feng's beloved granddaughter!" The old generals responded with beaming smiles upon hearing these auspicious words.

Xu'er moved gracefully towards me. A gentle breeze brushed against my face, and a faint fragrance, like musk and orchid, wafted from her body as she moved, wafting into my nostrils and making me feel dizzy for a moment. Through my hazy vision, I seemed to see her pretty face, which seemed to be smiling, and her bright eyes flickering before my eyes.

"This humble woman, Xu'er, greets Your Excellency Marshal. May your career advance steadily and your promotion be ever-growing!" She gave me a deep curtsy and spoke softly.

"Miss Xu'er, there's no need for that. We are of the same generation; let's not let official duties prevent us from being friendly!" I forced a smile and composed myself.

"Yes." A sharp glint flashed in Xu'er's eyes as she bowed again.

I had originally intended to build a closer relationship with her, but after her slight greeting, she became like a frozen iceberg, ignoring everyone.

Seeing the sudden chill in the air, Feng Bote smiled awkwardly and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "I'm sorry, everyone. My granddaughter has always been quite averse to strangers. I hope you can forgive her!"

"It's alright, it's alright!" Several old generals who had a good impression of Xu'er said without hesitation.

Seemingly sensing he had run out of things to say, Feng Lit quickly asked, "My old friends have come not just to catch up with this old man, have they? Speak frankly! Xu'er, go back to your room!" Feng Lit knew we were here to discuss something, so he conveniently dismissed his granddaughter. However, no one saw a pair of bright eyes watching from behind the curtain.

"Ahem...ahem...General Feng is indeed wise; you can see right through us!" Jones coughed twice and said.

"What do you generals know about General Mink?" Feng Bert asked with a smile.

“Mink, the son of a fallen nobleman of the Hawk Empire, rose to the position of Imperial General through his courage and talent. He is meticulous, courageous, and skilled in troop deployment and warfare, making him an invaluable asset to the Empire. He has fought alongside the Imperial army in countless battles, with the Battle of Fallen Wolf Valley forging his reputation. However, despite his meticulousness, he has a fatal weakness—a suspicious nature. If we seize this opportunity, victory in this war will be in our hands. General Fenglit, don't you agree?” My lazy voice came from beside him.

Fenglit looked at me in astonishment. He never expected to underestimate me. Someone who could so succinctly point out the enemy general's weakness was even better than himself. The Duchy was fortunate, and the Duchy was saved.

“Then what does the Grand Marshal think is the right thing to do?” Fenglit asked, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"The enemy is coming on strong and their momentum is overwhelming. Our army cannot easily defeat them. We should use a surprise attack to win!" I said with a squinty eye.

"We'd love to hear the details!" Before I knew it, the group had gathered around me and started discussing.

"Mink is naturally suspicious; he'll definitely be wary of our sneak attack. If we use a counter-strategy, he'll surely fall for it," I explained quickly, seeing everyone listening intently .

"How do we use this counter-strategy?" Feng Lit couldn't help but ask.

"We just need to do this and that..." I whispered in their ears.

"Good, good, good!" Everyone clapped and laughed.

What kind of scheme had I devised that made these old generals laugh so heartily, and even the clear eyes behind the curtain were filled with doubt?

Chapter Ninety-Nine: A Counter-Strategy

The next morning, the closed gates of the Brest Great Fortress suddenly creaked open, and a troop of about five hundred light cavalrymen rushed out, galloping towards the vanished Willow Grove Town. Seeing the cavalrymen wielding large swords and looking so menacing, no one knew who had angered these fierce riders.

Five hundred light cavalrymen, while not a small number, were a troublesome matter for General Mink. How could he not suspect they were heading for his camp? After all, the speed of light cavalry was unmatched by ordinary troops; their disturbance would throw the entire camp into chaos!

He pondered for a long time, then gritted his teeth and ordered the messenger, "Pass down the order: martial law! Beware of enemy attacks!" After a series of drumbeats, the Hawk Empire's 100,000-strong army stood at attention, heavily guarded, a tense atmosphere hanging over the camp.

Just as the enemy was about to attack, these five hundred cavalrymen actually stopped their horses by a lake, dismounted, fed their horses, and watered them. Everything was so peaceful; they seemed completely unaware, letting their horses roam freely on the grass while they lay in the green grass, laughing and chatting idly.

Despite their relaxed demeanor, the enemy watching them was anything but at ease. The more relaxed they appeared, the more suspicious they became. How could five hundred light cavalrymen act so casually under enemy surveillance? There must be hidden enemies behind them; they couldn't afford to alert them. Even after the five hundred cavalrymen had eaten, drunk, and talked their fill before leaving, the enemy still couldn't figure it out.

This happening at midday caused further panic among the enemy. The gates of the same fortress opened wide, and another five hundred cavalrymen galloped out, this time carrying bulging loads on their horses. The observing enemy seemed to think these five hundred cavalrymen were identical to those who had emerged at dawn, but the loads on their horses were intriguing. However, they quickly understood. The light cavalrymen took out strong liquor and some meat from the bags and drank as if no one else was around, while in the distance, they could hear the men telling bawdy jokes. Soldiers are often lonely, and occasionally telling a dirty joke is quite amusing. But the enemy soldiers watching them have it tough, enduring the scorching sun and resisting the temptation of delicious food. What's even more infuriating is that those large sacks are filled with all sorts of things: strong liquor and meat, for one thing, but they also pull out piles of fragrant fruit. They crunch and munch loudly, making the other soldiers' mouths water, wishing they could rush over and chase them away so they could sit on the ground and devour the fruit. Perhaps because they've drunk too much and eaten their fill of food, they barely touched the fruit. Suddenly, a whistle blew from afar. The light cavalry, as if startled, quickly loaded the sacks onto their horses and rode off. No one noticed that while they were in the encirclement, the sacks disappeared halfway there. But no one really noticed, because the enemy soldiers watching them were all drooling over the piles of fruit; who would notice this?

Night fell quickly, and both armies were brightly lit. This time, another change occurred within our ranks. A drumbeat rang out, and the gates of the fortress swung open. Over a thousand cavalry charged out, their menacing appearance clearly indicating a surprise attack. The sounds of hooves, neighing horses, and the shouts of soldiers created a symphony. As the festivities began, panic ensued on the other side. Fortunately, General Mink had repeatedly ordered his troops to remain vigilant and not to let their guard down. So, when the thousand light cavalry reached halfway, the Hawk Empire's soldiers were prepared to meet our challenge.

However, things changed again. It wasn't a change within the Imperial army, but rather the light cavalry that had charged halfway suddenly turned back and fled towards the beautiful lake. Soon, amidst the enemy's puzzled murmurs, a long, melodious song enveloped the entire imperial camp. Bonfires blazed, cattle and sheep grazed in the flames, the resounding song, the jubilant soldiers, and the gently rippling lake—everything was beautiful. However, bound by General Mink's order to refrain from rash action, the imperial soldiers could only watch helplessly as groups of enemy soldiers celebrated their victory.

The Hawk Empire's encampment was located beside a forest, where the heat easily attracted mosquitoes and ants, so they had prepared insect repellent. But tonight, due to the enemy's arrival, in their haste, they had all forgotten the repellent, resulting in a miserable situation for the imperial soldiers monitoring the thousand cavalry. Huge mosquitoes buzzed around them, and a single bite would instantly leave a large, painful, and itchy welt, making them want to scratch incessantly. However, bound by orders, they dared not even breathe loudly, lest they disturb the singing and dancing Duchy cavalry. Thus, they suppressed their urge to scratch and continued to monitor their movements.

The forest wasn't just filled with mosquitoes; all sorts of small animals swarmed out in search of food, and the five thousand Imperial soldiers hiding in the trees and bushes became their delicious meal. One Imperial soldier, fully focused on his duty, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his foot, followed by an itch. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt suffocated and quickly lost consciousness. Other soldiers, keeping watch, suddenly felt a numbness in their ankles. Looking down, they saw their feet crawling with blood-sucking leeches. Some soldiers died even more tragically, not knowing what had happened, only feeling a tightness around their necks before they knew it—they were all dead. Of the five thousand Imperial soldiers who went out to monitor the situation, less than three thousand remained. Those who returned were riddled with injuries; some had legs emaciated like withered sticks, others were covered in swollen welts, and still others were missing limbs. This was because some had discovered the poison gas in time, only a tiny amount had risen, forcing them to amputate. It was a truly tragic scene, and the day passed with heavy enemy losses.

At dawn the next day, the fortress gates opened again, and five hundred light cavalrymen performed the same actions as before. History repeated itself. Then came noon, then night; every day, not a single Principality soldier was missing, while the Imperial soldiers suffered heavy casualties, some dead, some wounded. More importantly, the Imperial soldiers died unjustly, not killed by enemy soldiers, but in this terrifying forest. Some might ask, shouldn't the Imperial army have learned from their first heavy loss? Why did they still suffer such a terrible death? Indeed, they had learned their lesson, carrying insect repellent, yet they still suffered heavy losses. Why? Some poisonous creatures completely ignored the insect repellent on their bodies, killing them with a single bite or sting.

The second day passed, and the third day arrived. The same actions, the same outcome. This day, the Imperial soldiers lost another two thousand men. Although they were extremely cautious, how long could they struggle against the countless small animals swarming and crawling in the forest?

On the fourth day, the situation changed. No matter how the five hundred cavalrymen provoked them, the Imperial soldiers remained unmoved, and the entire camp was deathly silent. The Imperial army was too exhausted. In the past three days, they had not only lost six or seven thousand soldiers, but more importantly, the Imperial soldiers had become numb to the army's strange tactics. Imagine tens of thousands of soldiers with dark circles under their eyes going to fight the enemy—wasn't that just giving them an easy target? Therefore, this day, they ignored whatever the five hundred light cavalrymen did.

Standing atop the tower, I and the others smiled with satisfaction. Feng Lit looked at us with even more admiration, saying, "Marshal's 'using a counter-strategy' tactic was indeed brilliant. Seeing the Imperial Army cowering in their lair, motionless, filled me with immense satisfaction. But why not seize this opportunity to strike at their heart?"

My gaze swept over the crowd, landing on Feng Lit's face. I said, "General, don't be too hasty in your actions; it will only complicate matters further!"

Feng Lit blushed, realizing he had been too eager for quick success. He quickly and earnestly replied, "Thank you for your wise words, Marshal. I am deeply grateful!"

"General, there's no need for such politeness. We understand your eagerness to reclaim lost territory as the commander of this great fortress!" My gaze skipped over them, gazing into the distance. I murmured, "Tomorrow... tomorrow will be a good opportunity for us to press our advantage!"

A gentle breeze stirred, ruffling the fine hairs on my face, revealing my resolute features and a wise glint in my deep eyes.

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