Su Xijue left without lingering for a moment and rushed to the outskirts of the military camp.
Inside the tent, Su Xijue looked at the demons and the others, including Feng Yu Lei Dian.
"Chi, you stay at the Jue Wang Mansion and take good care of Ling'er. Wang and Liang, search for the whereabouts of the Third Imperial Consort. Feng Yu Lei Dian, the four of you will accompany me to the battlefield this time."
"Yes, Your subordinates obey," the men said in unison.
After a quick packing, Su Xijue mounted his Akhal-Teke horse and glanced back at the main city of Fandu. Su Beili and the officials stood on the city wall, watching the army depart for war.
'Ryuin, wait for me to come back. You must wait for me safely.'
For the sake of a belief in his heart, for the sake of the person he cherishes, he would rather die than not see Wu Liuyin. But because of Liuyin, he cannot die. A man's ambition lies in all directions, and the war for the country is of utmost importance. Naturally, he puts aside his feelings for his loved ones. It is because of his belief that he must be more careful to stay alive and return to see his beloved.
Many ordinary people traveled thousands of miles to see off the soldiers, hoping only for their safe return from the war!
A large group of people embarked on their journey to war. As the sun set, its rays turned blood-red. Although winter had arrived, the camaraderie among the warriors was enough to melt away the cold.
With the God of War leading the way, victory is assured.
Leading the increasingly silent Ling'er, Chi watched the last figure disappear from the city wall, then slowly turned around and embarked on the road back to the Juewang Mansion.
On the main road, two figures stretched out long, one tall and one short, one big and one small.
"Uncle Chi, did Mother leave with Father Xijue?"
"Um"
"Uncle Chi, when will they be back?"
"I'll come back when you grow up."
When will I grow up?
"..."
Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye. Su Beili is surrounded by beauties in the palace and neglects state affairs, while the border regions are urgently urging the supply of grain, military pay, and military supplies, but they are slow to arrive.
Within the frontier military camp, among the commander-in-chief and battalion commanders.
"Damn it, what the hell does Su Beili do every day?!"
A rebuke broke the silence.
Su Xijue stood in front of the map, his hand still holding the letter he had thrown down. His face, weathered and sun-kissed, looked furious, his brows furrowed tightly. He hadn't slept for days because of the military pay and supplies issue, and he looked so haggard, his bloodshot eyes and stubble adding to his aged appearance.
Feng looked at Su Xijue and said, "Master, Vice Commander Xun said that he has accelerated the process. He passed through Dezhou and Qingzhou, raised a lot of grain and military funds, and has sped up his march to get here. However, all the memorials he submitted have not been approved and have disappeared without a trace."
Su Xijue's face was gloomy. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them a moment later, his eyes already calm again.
"Have Xun Feilong continue submitting memorials, and also send an urgent letter to Su Beili. If he still doesn't pay his military wages, I will rush back to the main city and depose him from the throne. What use is a useless emperor?"
Su Xijue sat down, unable to calm his anger for a long time.
"Yes, Your subordinate obeys." Feng withdrew.
Yu, who was trying to calm the troops, walked in and looked at Su Xijue, who was closing his eyes, hesitating whether to speak.
"Speak," Su Xijue said without opening his eyes. He was truly exhausted, but a concern was supporting him. No matter what, he did not want to return defeated.
"Your Majesty, the army's morale is low, and they can't rally together at all. Moreover, if Murong Fanghua launches a fierce attack like yesterday, the main camp will surely fall apart within three days. Many soldiers are deserting due to extreme hunger. We just caught a few soldiers trying to escape. What should we do with them?"
☆、The Battle of 138 is about to begin
Su Xijue stood in the military camp on the outskirts of the main city, looking at the map with a thoughtful expression.
"Reporting to the Grand Marshal, the army from the Demon Capital has arrived at the border city and is preparing to launch a major attack on Fandu." Suddenly, a sentence interrupted Su Xijue's thoughts.
"What? Summon Vice Marshal Xun Feilong and Lord Andrew here immediately, quick!"
Upon hearing this, Su Xijue immediately turned around to look at the soldier who had entered and said.
With the nation facing a crisis, let's first stabilize the external threats before dealing with the internal problems!
Inside the military camp commander's barracks, he looked at Xun Feilong and Andrew, who had been urgently summoned.
With an icy expression, Su Xijue looked at his two trusted confidants and spoke.
"Eunuch An, let's put Su Beili's matter aside for now. The Demon Capital is preparing to attack our Fan Capital, which is facing both internal and external troubles. Tomorrow, I will volunteer to lead an army of 500,000 to the border to deal with the external threats first. Therefore, you must protect yourself in the palace during this time, pay attention to Su Beili's movements and who he is in contact with. When I return to court, the matter of my father must be investigated. I entrust everything to you."
“Yes, this old servant obeys,” Andrew nodded, showing his pragmatism.
"Xun Feilong, after I request permission tomorrow, I will lead the army to set off first. You will be in charge of handling the aftermath. Make sure to prepare sufficient provisions, weapons, and military pay. Understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will follow your teachings," Xun Feilong said, kneeling with a loyal expression as he held his sword.
In the main hall of the palace, Su Beili looked at the memorials submitted by the frontier officers one by one with a gloomy face.
"A bunch of useless good-for-nothings! In just one day, we've already lost two cities. Is our capital really so lacking in talent?"
Su Beili angrily slapped the dragon throne and said.
"Your Majesty, the Third Prince, the God of War, is the most suitable candidate. If he were to lead the army, a triumphant return is assured!"
In the imperial court, if the emperor is the father, the child is called a prince; if the emperor is a brother, the child is called a prince.
Wu Yao stepped forward and looked at Su Beili, then recommended him.
One word was all it took, and the whole audience echoed it.
Su Beili looked at Wu Yao. Although he was very unwilling, he had no choice. Su Xijue was still the most powerful in leading troops into battle. He was the number one war god in the capital. He should put aside his personal prejudice and protect the country first. There would be plenty of excuses to arrest him later.
After pondering for a long time, he finally made his decision and slowly said, "Minister Wu is absolutely right. Quickly summon the Third Prince."
At the entrance of the main hall, Su Xijue, already clad in armor, walked in with a resolute expression.
"Your subject is willing to accept the order to lead troops to the frontier to quell the war," Su Xijue said firmly as he knelt on one knee in the imperial court, clasping his hands in a gesture of respect.
Although unwilling, at this moment the distinction between ruler and subject still exists, and the priority is still external threats. A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan; only by being patient can one achieve hegemony!
"Very well, I hereby appoint you as the Grand Marshal of Pingyuan, and you shall immediately lead an army of 500,000 to the border to fight against the Demon Capital. You are only allowed to win, not lose," Su Beili said with a reluctant expression.
For the first time, he and Su Xijue reached a consensus: eliminate the external threat first!
"Your subject takes his leave."
Su Xijue left without lingering for a moment and rushed to the outskirts of the military camp.
Inside the tent, Su Xijue looked at the demons and the others, including Feng Yu Lei Dian.
"Chi, you stay at the Jue Wang Mansion and take good care of Ling'er. Wang and Liang, search for the whereabouts of the Third Imperial Consort. Feng Yu Lei Dian, the four of you will accompany me to the battlefield this time."
"Yes, Your subordinates obey," the men said in unison.
After a quick packing, Su Xijue mounted his Akhal-Teke horse and glanced back at the main city of Fandu. Su Beili and the officials stood on the city wall, watching the army depart for war.
'Ryuin, wait for me to come back. You must wait for me safely.'
For the sake of a belief in his heart, for the sake of the person he cherishes, he would rather die than not see Wu Liuyin. But because of Liuyin, he cannot die. A man's ambition lies in all directions, and the war for the country is of utmost importance. Naturally, he puts aside his feelings for his loved ones. It is because of his belief that he must be more careful to stay alive and return to see his beloved.
Many ordinary people traveled thousands of miles to see off the soldiers, hoping only for their safe return from the war!
A large group of people embarked on their journey to war. As the sun set, its rays turned blood-red. Although winter had arrived, the camaraderie among the warriors was enough to melt away the cold.
With the God of War leading the way, victory is assured.
Leading the increasingly silent Ling'er, Chi watched the last figure disappear from the city wall, then slowly turned around and embarked on the road back to the Juewang Mansion.
On the main road, two figures stretched out long, one tall and one short, one big and one small.
"Uncle Chi, did Mother leave with Father Xijue?"
"Um"
"Uncle Chi, when will they be back?"
"I'll come back when you grow up."
"When will I grow up?"
"..."
Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye. Su Beili is surrounded by beauties in the palace and neglects state affairs, while the border regions are urgently urging the supply of grain, military pay, and military supplies, but they are slow to arrive.
Within the frontier military camp, among the commander-in-chief and battalion commanders.
"Damn it, what the hell does Su Beili do every day?!"
A rebuke broke the silence.
Su Xijue stood in front of the map, his hand still holding the letter he had thrown down. His face, weathered and sun-kissed, looked furious, his brows furrowed tightly. He hadn't slept for days because of the military pay and supplies issue, and he looked so haggard, his bloodshot eyes and stubble adding to his aged appearance.
Feng looked at Su Xijue and said, "Master, Vice Commander Xun said that he has accelerated the process. He passed through Dezhou and Qingzhou, raised a lot of grain and military funds, and has sped up his march to get here. However, all the memorials he submitted have not been approved and have disappeared without a trace."
Su Xijue's face was gloomy. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them a moment later, his eyes already calm again.
"Have Xun Feilong continue submitting memorials, and also send an urgent letter to Su Beili. If he still doesn't pay his military wages, I will rush back to the main city and depose him from the throne. What use is a useless emperor?"
Su Xijue sat down, unable to calm his anger for a long time.
"Yes, Your subordinate obeys." Feng withdrew.
Yu, who was trying to calm the troops, walked in and looked at Su Xijue, who was closing his eyes, hesitating whether to speak.
"Speak," Su Xijue said without opening his eyes. He was truly exhausted, but a concern was supporting him. No matter what, he did not want to return defeated.
"Your Majesty, the army's morale is low, and they can't rally together at all. Moreover, if Murong Fanghua launches a fierce attack like yesterday, the main camp will surely fall apart within three days. Many soldiers are deserting due to extreme hunger. We just caught a few soldiers trying to escape. What should we do with them?"
☆、139 regains morale