The Demon Lords

Chapter 452 55: Return to Night_4

For warriors, knowing how to kill and how to win battles is enough. Do your duty, and let the rest be.

In fact, Li Bao is similar to me; he's also a thoughtless guy."

Li Fusheng looked at Zheng Fan and said, "Those words you spoke earlier? Just for my ears is enough."

Zheng Fan immediately replied, "This subordinate understands."

Li Fusheng got up and walked out of the tent, with Zheng Fan following him out.

Today, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Li Fusheng, again, habitually put his hands into his armor, slightly hunching his back like an old farmer. He gazed into the distance at the imperial capital and remarked, "They say Jiangnan of the Qian State is even more prosperous."

"Eighty percent of the Qian State's tax revenue comes from Jiangnan."

"Mm."

Li Fusheng sniffed, cleared his throat, spat on the ground, and said, "Chief Zheng, what do you think of this imperial capital?"

"Sir, this envoy mission was at night; the Qian people didn't allow me to see much."

"Just your feeling, just your feeling."

"It's vast. And it must be incredibly bustling too."

"Exactly. Now *this* is a true great city. Our Tuman City, and Nanwang City as well, are just little pinkies compared to this imperial capital before us.

Such a big city, such a handsome city.

In my eyes, it's so fair and tender, more alluring than the whitest steamed bun."

Saying this, Li Fusheng turned to Zheng Fan and asked, "Chief Zheng, do you have any offspring yet?"

"No."

"Oh."

Li Fusheng's body swayed slightly, and he said, "It's best to have children early. In our Zhenbei Army, we all have children quite young. It's because fathers often die and sons succeed them, or elder brothers pass and younger brothers take their place. Generally, once a man's wife's belly is big, he dares to die contentedly in the wastelands.

Honestly, this kind of life isn't good. But we northerners don't feel there's anything wrong with such a life."

As a transmigrator, I barely felt any sense of belonging to the Yan State. Yet, even I felt a heavy sense of oppression after hearing the Qian Emperor's decree. How much more so for Li Fusheng, a veteran general of Yan through and through? Zheng Fan wondered why Li Fusheng was saying these things but listened quietly.

"Emperor Zhao spoke true. The Qian State is vast and abundant in resources. Our Yan is indeed a bit bitter and cold. But, to speak from the heart...

So what if things are truly as Emperor Zhao described?

Since the founding of our Great Yan, the sons of Yan have spent their days in campaigns north and south. Life has only eased a little in these recent years, but the warrior blood in our bones has not been lost.

The Royal Court comes? We'll just beat them back! Anyway, we've been thrashing them for a good hundred years; we're used to it by now.

The Jin State comes? We'll fight them just the same! If worst comes to worst, we'll handle one, then the other. Even if the Qian State wants to try and snatch spoils from the fire again, let them come! Bring it on!

Even if the Zhenbei Army and the Jingnan Army are completely wiped out, it doesn't matter! But I, your old man, want to see: to wipe out both the northern and southern armies of my Great Yan, just how many of their barbarians, their Jin people, and their Qian people will have to be buried alongside us!"

PHEW...

Having said this, Li Fusheng took a deep breath, pointed to the imperial capital before them, and said, "The women in our Beifeng Prefecture are feisty; there are truly quite a few who can ride horses and draw bows. In my younger days, when I was still a half-grown lad, my body hadn't fully matured, and my skills weren't yet perfected.

But sometimes, seeing those pretty young wives and maidens on the street, I couldn't resist going up and giving their hindquarters a smack just for the thrill of it. Even if I was immediately strung up and flogged for it, I didn't care.

Now, with such a fine city laid out before me, if I don't go up and give it a smack, I'll truly feel restless.

Direct Thief! To hell with the grand strategy, to hell with the future! I, your old man, will get my satisfaction first, and then we'll see!

Tomorrow,

I will attack the city!"