I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 999 The Princess's Decision

"Now that the Grand Tutor has died for his country, the three armies cannot be without a leader, and should therefore be led by..."

However, Zhao Polu, who was standing next to him, was young and impetuous and couldn't help but make a suggestion.

"Should I take over the command and send Jin Yu back to Hengzhou?"

"General Tan, are you aware that the Yellow Turban army is currently only thirty li away from here?"

Si Luoying suddenly snapped the candle flame at the corner of the table with her fingers, and sparks flew and sizzled on the map.

"Meng Zhang now commands a force of ten thousand elite Azure Dragon Celestial Legion soldiers, further aided by the Yellow Turban Warriors, soldiers of the Taiping Rebellion. If we were to engage in infighting with Su Ye right now, who do you think would survive to see the sunrise tomorrow?"

She pointed her fingertip to a spot on the sand table where Meng Zhang's small blue dragon flag was stuck.

"Third Princess, do not be deceived by that treacherous man! Su Ye has absolutely no good intentions towards our Great Qian Dynasty..."

The veterans looked at each other in bewilderment, when Zhao Tieshan's cousin suddenly let out a low growl.

"Up to no good?"

"If Jin Yu truly harbored ill intentions, you would all have already perished on the battlefield, crushed into mud by the iron hooves of the Yellow Turban Army, instead of sitting here talking to me!"

Si Luoying suddenly drew his sword, the blade flashing like cold lightning across the faces of the generals.

Tan Mengjun was startled. When he looked up, he saw the cold glint in Si Luoying's eyes, exactly the same as when Su Ye cut down the flag in front of the battle.

This little princess, whom these veterans had watched grow up, had somehow shed her childishness, and her brows now held a ruthless and decisive air.

"The Third Princess..."

"We did not intend to force Your Highness, but..."

His voice was hoarse as he looked at Si Luoying, whose phoenix-shaped eyebrows held a fierce expression.

"Are you just worried that the Great Qian Dynasty will fall into the wrong hands?"

"The once glorious and prosperous Qianlong Empire is now fragmented and beyond recognition; how could it possibly fall into other hands?"

Si Luoying suddenly sheathed his sword, and his black cloak once again concealed his sharp aura.

"If Grand Tutor Gu could know this in the afterlife, he would certainly not want to see the Third Princess and that brat Su Ye engaging in such insincere dealings!"

The veterans were shaken to their core, and Zhao Tieshan's cousin suddenly knelt down and wept bitterly.

"Izumi?"

"If the Grand Tutor could know from beyond the grave, he would know that I am doing my utmost to appease you all now, so that one day I can join you all in personally beheading Meng Zhang and offering his head as a sacrifice to his heroic spirit!"

Si Luoying suddenly chuckled, her fingertips brushing against the jade dragon-patterned buckle at her waist.

"The Third Princess..."

"What kind of bewitching potion did that brat Su Ye give you?"

Tan Mengjun looked at Si Luoying, who remained unwilling to join them in resisting Su Ye, and spoke with difficulty.

Si Luoying remained silent for a moment, then suddenly untied the jade dragon-patterned buckle from her waist and placed it on the table.

"Su Ye and I, this general, are both willing to hit and willing to be hit."

Si Luoying suddenly chuckled, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"If you truly intend to force me to abdicate, this general wouldn't mind allowing you all some more time to recuperate!"

The muffled clanging of the Xuanwu Guard's chains came from outside the tent, and Tan Mengjun's full suit of iron armor clanged.

"This humble general... takes his leave."

He stared at the jade on the table, then struggled to his feet, the white steam rising from the gaps in his armor under the candlelight.

As he turned around, Si Luoying suddenly spoke.

"General Tan, go back and tell the old general's old comrades—"

"If you want revenge, next time you'll join me in conquering Calabash Valley!"

At that moment, a night wind suddenly rose outside the tent, blowing out the last candle inside.

The night wind outside the central command tent carried sand and gravel, which lashed against Tan Mengjun's mottled red armor.

The old general gazed at the flickering candlelight and cast Si Luoying's shadow on the map. The shadow resembled a sharp sword about to be drawn, but in the end, it was drawn back into its sheath.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he knew that the Third Princess had made up her mind.

"Everyone, did you hear that?"

As Tan Mengjun stepped out of the tent, the black iron heart-protecting mirror clanged loudly. The twelve veteran generals beside him remained silent as iron. Behind them, the remaining soldiers of the Wuxiong Guard, who had been blocked, held torches, which illuminated the smoke in the night wind, making it flicker.

"When the Grand Tutor was alive, how could the royal bloodline ever suffer such humiliation? Su Ye is nothing but..."

The veteran general Xiao Hanjiang, clad in red armor, suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, sparks flying onto the bluestone slab.

"shut up!"

"If the Grand Tutor could know from beyond the grave, he would know that a formidable enemy is at hand, and Meng Zhang's Yellow Turban warriors are encamped just thirty miles away. Do you really want the Third Princess to become a laughingstock in the annals of history?"

Tan Mengjun turned around abruptly, the blade of his black iron sword gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"But Su Ye clearly intends to use the Third Princess's army as scapegoats! Can't the Third Princess see that...?"

Zhao Polu's dusty armor emitted a resounding clang of resentment.

"So what if you see it?"

"Given the Third Princess's current situation, do you really think she can bring herself to sever ties with Su Ye?"

Tan Mengjun gazed at the outline of Su Ye's tent in the distance, where the Xuanwu Guard's black iron shields still gleamed with a ghostly light.

The veterans were all startled, only then recalling the tenderness with which Si Luoying's fingertips caressed the jade when she wiped the sword tassel at dusk.

It turns out that some feelings had already taken root and sprouted amidst the flames of war.

"And even if the Third Princess agrees, so what?"

"Among the three fiends under Su Ye's command, the Vermilion Bird is currently ranked seventh on the World's Glory Ranking. It once shot and killed the former second-ranked member of the Alien Fiend Ranking. As for the two Black Tortoises and Kong Xuan, although they were previously unknown, you have all seen their abilities recently..."

"The Xuanwu's defensive methods were so strong that even the Yellow Turban Army's Hentian Wuhuan couldn't break through them. Kong Xuan was also able to hold his own against Li Cunxiao and even retreat safely."

"With these three around, even if the Third Princess wanted to act alongside us, how could she possibly succeed?"

His throat bobbed as he recalled how, three days earlier, when Kong Xuan single-handedly charged into the Yellow Turban army's formation, the blood mist stirred up by the five-colored qi almost condensed into pale pink clouds under the setting sun.

The hooting of an owl outside the tent startled the old general, causing his hand to tremble and the wine bowl to scrape against the table with a harsh sound. He looked up at the sand table; the terrain of Calabash Valley flickered in the candlelight, as if concealing countless gaping maws ready to devour its inhabitants. Zhao Polu lifted the curtain and entered, the bloodstains on his armor falling in a flurry, splashing dark red stars onto the bluestone slabs.

The candlelight in the tent flickered, and the broken arrow in Xiao Hanjiang's hand clattered to the ground. This fierce general, who had slaughtered eight hundred enemy chieftains on the snowy plains of the northern frontier, suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He recalled the scene not long ago when the Xuanwu mace repelled Li Cunxiao's spear tip; the bloodstains left by the two Xuanwu maces in the setting sun still burned his pupils in his nightmares.

"That Xuanwu bastard's double maces..."

"Previously, Li Cunxiao led the Flying Tiger Cavalry in and out of our army's formation seven times, but in the end, wasn't he still forced to make no progress by Xuanwu? That fellow's defensive tactics..."

Tan Mengjun's cloudy eyes were bloodshot.

"No one in the entire world can rival him!"

He slammed his fist on the table, causing the small flag on the sand table to tilt.

A wisp of night wind blew in through the corner of the tent, making the map rustle.

"Even so, are we just going to sit idly by and watch that brat Su Ye devour Wu Xiong's Left and Right Guards and the Crimson Armor Army? We fought our way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood..."

The veterans exchanged bewildered glances when Zhao Polu suddenly ripped off his blood-stained wrist guard, revealing a gruesome knife wound on his forearm.

"Silence!"

Tan Mengjun suddenly stood up, the black iron sword sheath hitting the table with a dull thud. He walked to the tent flap, listening to the distant sound of the Hengzhou army's night patrol clappers, and lowered his voice.

"That girl, Si Luoying, is bewitched by Su Ye. If we don't act soon, and Su Ye gathers the Crimson Armor Army..."

He suddenly fell silent, and the sound of horses' hooves crushing dry branches came from outside the tent.

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