Peace Order

Chapter 1813 - 84: The Most Difficult Situation, Competing to Be Myself!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, motionless like a mountain."

"Swift as thunder."

"Indeed, it is so."

"A three-hundred-year military god, this foundational insight and decision-making is quite something."

Old Siming sighed and reminded, "Old Xue, he is at least two hundred years younger than you."

General Xue couldn’t be bothered to respond, just staring blankly at the sky. Old Siming got up, sat beside General Xue, stayed silent for a long time, and said, "Can you stop Jiang Wanxiang?"

General Xue said, "I can’t."

"Beside him is Yuwen Lie with that White Tiger, He Ruoqinhu, and the somewhat lesser Qin Yulong."

"If I go by myself, I will most likely be shattered like a block of wood after one battle."

General Xue looked at the sky, chewing on the grass in his mouth, and said, "The stuff of the Military School, it’s not actually that complicated. When it comes down to it, it’s about always keeping an advantage when confronting an opponent."

"Jiang Su has no intention of winning with surprise tactics."

"This old guy plans to engage in straightforward, hard battles."

"Hey, don’t make that face. In military strategy, you must consider loss before victory. Think about it, can Yue Qianfeng defeat Yuwen Lie or He Ruoqinhu?"

Old Siming’s face showed bitterness.

"Then he would cough up three pints of blood."

General Xue, in a calm tone, said:

"Jiang Su, the Martial Arts Legend, also devoured the Qi Fortune of mankind, the fortune of a nation, with Li Guanyi as the core, at least paired with another top-tier renowned general to have a chance, at the cost of Vitality, to delay."

"But delay what?"

"Delay to collapse Jiang Wanxiang on another front?"

Old Siming propped his chin with his hands, letting out a long sigh.

Worry, oh, worry.

Old Siming had also gone to observe Qi, almost blinding himself.

At this moment, Jiang Wanxiang’s aura clearly reached the Martial Arts Legend level, faintly a majestic Azure Dragon leaping to the sky, his presence imbued with black clouds and a sea of blood, terrifying to behold.

After seeing this, Old Siming’s head buzzed.

To be honest, even the emperor who had been dead for three days left half a dying breath that compared to Jiang Wanxiang’s current state is better.

A state like this, and still not dead?!

A state like this, and still can drag his Qi-bound body onto the battlefield?!

What kind of monster?

In this era, there is more than one such monster!?

In just an instant, Old Siming understood, Jiang Wanxiang is simply using his majestic spirit to drive his body, to fulfill the last great battle of his life, a monarch with a death wish, exceptionally terrifying.

General Xue suddenly sat up, counted with his fingers:

"The most suitable to block Jiang Su, apart from Li Guanyi, requires another person."

"At least someone at the Nine Heavens level, Li Zhaowen, Yue Qianfeng going up in such a battlefield, would surely face certain death. I, I can’t make it from Jiangnan, the most suitable is Yue Pengwu."

"Yue Pengwu and Li Guanyi, joining forces to leverage your former Zhenbei Pass."

"Barely delaying Jiang Su’s military advance."

"On our side, those who can fight are just me, Yue Qianfeng, Li Zhaowen. Their lineup consists of Jiang Wanxiang of Martial Arts Legend level, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu." General Xue spoke while casually breaking a tile piece, using its sharp side to sketch a simple battle lineup.

"Both Jiang Wanxiang and I don’t know when our time will come."

"But that old guy, carrying the twisted desires of 800 years of human hearts, the dark matter, overwhelming Qi Fortune, I think the remnant fortune of the Red Emperor from my era is in there too, just thinking about it gives me the chills and a bit of excitement."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Old Siming and Old Mystic Turtle were to the left and right, one squatting, one lying down, watching this first Divine General of 500 years ago and his high insights on the current situation, never expected General Xue to say such things.

However, their minds worked too fast, by the time they realized what they had heard, it was a bit late.

Both had a dazed look on their faces.

Raising their heads.

Old Siming: "Huh???"

Old Mystic Turtle: "Huh???"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on General Xue’s face.

The turtle didn’t even know what technical means Guan Shier came up with.

Even on a rigid face like this, such a subtle change was visible.

General Xue, slightly embarrassed but extremely forthright and bold, said:

"That year I really wanted to punch him."

"Rushing so stupidly forward, got surrounded by the Turkic, every time he spouted off at the top, Chen Baxian and I would be whispering insults, calling him a fool, underneath we pretended to agree with the emperor, secretly thinking he wasn’t all that."

"Back then, Chen Baxian suddenly had an epiphany, if this guy with a brain like that could become emperor, then his son has to be stronger than him. If this man could become the Red Emperor, he has every reason to succeed."

"If it were the spirit of the first-generation Red Emperor, Chen Baxian wouldn’t have had this thought."

"Just thinking about being able to knock the living daylights out of the Qi Fortune of that generation’s Red Emperor, 800 years ago, makes me a little excited."

Old Siming: "......"

"Ah, well, as long as you’re happy, Divine General."

"So, can you win?"

"Of course, I can’t win."

General Xue rolled his eyes, lazily said: "With your years of experience, think about it, this old blockhead, only a third of one of Zhang Ziyong’s remaining arms’ Vitality,"

"To obstruct someone ready to sacrifice, to wield the torrent of 800 years of Qi Fortune of a Great Emperor, do you overestimate Zhang Ziyong’s severed hand, or underestimate the vast world, and the 800 years of complex human hearts?"