Peace Order

Chapter 1771 - 73: The Fall of Chen

What sorrow for spring and autumn, what desolation for the elderly.

In an instant, it was cleanly discarded.

The First Divine General of five hundred years ago doesn’t need to speak, just one movement.

Can shatter the Taoist Heart of the Yin Yang Family’s greatest sect in eight hundred years.

Old Siming lifted the Mystic Turtle with one hand, shielding against the rain, angrily saying:

"You Xue bastard, you damn!!!"

General Xue relieved himself and explained happily:

"This is a new feature Guan Shier added for me."

"It looks like urinating, but it’s just normal water discharge, like a water crossbow, ah, I’ve been dead for so many years, how can I be like you?"

"Actually, it’s just normal river water."

"Even if it’s river water, it’s too unlucky."

Old Siming pounced and knocked this guy down, his face flushed with anger, furiously beating him, but hitting the mechanism, his fist reddening, grinding his teeth and saying: "You son of a bitch, what exactly did you force Guan Shier to add more features for you?!!"

General Xue justified: "The most necessary feature."

Old Siming: "..."

Somehow, looking at this guy’s justified appearance.

Old Siming lost even the strength to be angry.

Forget it, no need to be angry with this guy, it’s not worth it, not worth it.

General Xue easily grabbed Old Siming and sat up, looking at the tomb of Chen Country, clicked his tongue in wonder, saying: "I heard that the last emperor of the Chen Baxian lineage of that old fellow collapsed, according to Li Guanyi’s character, he quickly returned."

"Before he starts fighting Jiang Su, hurry over to check Chen Baxian."

Old Siming said: "Jiang Su... the final battle?"

The old man was silent, as he had faintly sensed, the final battle between Li Guanyi and Jiang Su will determine the course and future of the world, however, the forces and people involved in this battle are still too many.

Without foreign enemies, the intensity and scale of this battle will inevitably be unprecedented, a truly epic showdown among the world’s renowned generals.

Just imagining that scene made Old Siming’s mind tremble a bit.

Old Siming remained silent, asked: "Who do you think will win in the end?"

General Xue laughed: "How would I know?"

Old Siming said: "Aren’t you the First Divine General from five hundred years ago?"

General Xue said: "You also said, it’s been five hundred years, during Chen Country and Ying’s peak period occupying the world, but only had about three hundred years of national fate, at that time, Chen Baxian’s ancestor in Chen Country was just a Duke, fighting with me every day."

"Now his descendants’ country has risen and fallen."

"Five hundred years is indeed a very long time."

Old Siming said: "Just saying."

General Xue thought about it, said: "If you ask me."

"In terms of foundation, Ying Country is certainly thicker, but in terms of potential, Li Guanyi’s side is definitely bigger, give Li Guanyi thirty years, although not effortlessly, winning would be relatively easier."

"They have the future, Ying Country’s Jiang Su holds the past."

"But they must compete in the present."

"Who wins or loses, honestly, I can’t see through, during my lifetime I never encountered such a level of battlefield, one of my greatest achievements was killing the Turkic Great Khan, but these people have already spread across the grasslands of Turkic."

General Xue sat cross-legged on the upper level of Chen Country’s tomb cluster, supporting his chin with one hand, said:

"Since the Overlord Red Emperor battle, the strongest battle in eight hundred years."

"Truly something to look forward to."

Old Siming looked at General Xue, hesitated, still asked: "Then do you think, between Guanyi and Jiang Su, who is stronger now?"

General Xue lazily said: "Jiang Su is stronger."

"The previous World’s Number One Divine General, I don’t know how, got Ying Country’s national luck blessing, honestly, with such means and strength, I don’t know how he could lose, even though Li Guanyi is very talented, rises with timely fortune."

"But in ten years to conquer Jiang Su’s three hundred-year foundation is too exaggerated, at least for now, Jiang Su has advanced further, the two lead armies of equal strength to duel, one-on-one, Jiang Su wins."

"But on the Military School battlefield, it’s not just a simple comparison of individual strength."

"In the final battle, competing national power, foundational depth, many generals’ understanding of the battlefield, unity top to bottom, the great momentum of the nation’s Qi Fortune, that little bit of luck, and most importantly..."

Old Siming said: "Most importantly?"

General Xue smiled and said: "Compete in one breath."

Old Siming puzzled: "Huh?"

"In the final battle that decides the world’s direction, not competing famous ministers and generals, not competing swords and armor, compete with this?"

General Xue replied: "Of course, famous generals’ armies, swords, and armor are important."

"But the will of this army is more important than them."

"In this level of battle, conflicts are laid out clearly, any strategy is not very useful, both sides can guess the opponent’s rough combat skill."

"In the end, it’s the most brutal combat skill, both squeezed on the battlefield, hard blades and guns fighting, even when blades are broken, they must strike down, it’s just a force, a fierce spirit, a drive to win."

"Don’t underestimate this force, if there’s this force, even if defeated in the battlefield, there’s still a day to come back; without this breath, even a million troops are just empty shells, winning briefly will lead to collapse."

Old Siming pondered.

General Xue patted his shoulder, smiled and said: "Since it’s a battle to [Unify the World], how could it really just be one battle? That will certainly be a prolonged war."