Chapter 683 -652: Madwoman’s Military Training (Part 4)
However, Lin Xiaosu shook his head: “Your Majesty’s decree is clear, it’s meant to be a Town level force. Mr. Lei’s good intentions to increase the strength are against the decree of Your Majesty. Thank you for your kind thought, but there is no need to dispatch additional experts!”
Lei Tianlun furrowed his brow.
Qing Ying’s heart was also in chaos.
“Farewell!”
“Farewell!”
Lin Xiaosu reached out, grabbed Qing Ying, and rose into the air, returning to his Li Mansion.
Upon his return, he was no longer discreet.
Lin Xiaosu and Qing Ying flew straight across the sky and landed in front of the Gauze Pavilion.
Qing Ying was one step ahead, climbed onto the pavilion, extended her hand, picked up the teapot, and infused it with True Qi, causing the water inside to sizzle. This is probably the greatest benefit of having cultivation for a trusted aide.
She could quickly brew tea.
Yet her thoughts were clearly not on tea brewing. Holding the teapot, she lifted her gaze: “The performance of the twenty-seven teams at Zhen Heaven Pavilion is evident to you, sir. Don’t be too disappointed. The main issue is that the goal you set leaves everyone hopeless.”
“How can I not be disappointed?” Lin Xiaosu sat on the chair, his body slightly reclining: “Zhen Heaven Pavilion, where the remnants of the ancestors’ Dragon Riders still exist, even it is so weak, how can one expect others to be strong?”
“Strength and weakness vary with time and circumstance, it is different depending on the situation. You wish to station troops in Jiangnan, but a Town level team would be just sending them to their death! Facing certain death, who would willingly march towards it?”
Lin Xiaosu sighed lightly, perhaps it’s true!
Soldiers facing death is justified in his world, but it does not mean this is true everywhere.
This world is not that world, this world lacks a true military soul, lacks belief.
People are afraid to die.
The troops of Zhen Heaven Pavilion, who appear boldly and confidently, when faced with ordinary people, they are fearless iron-blooded soldiers.
But faced with certain death, they are timid like turtles.
The ironclad military spirit of “soldiers should fight until death” he longed to see is not here.
Not even in the so-called “last Dragon Rider” of Zhen Heaven Pavilion.
“Sir, I really don’t understand… why did Your Majesty only dispatch a Town level force? Doesn’t he know that merely a Town level team going to Jiangnan would be nothing but souls lost in Jiangnan?” Qing Ying said, “I have a terrible guess, perhaps…”
Her words trailed off.
But she believes he understands.
The land of Jiangnan, the eighty-one sects.
Every sect is a legacy of thousands or even tens of thousands of years, of profound depth.
Such powerful forces, even if all eight halls of Zhen Heaven Pavilion were mobilized, may not be completely conquered, let alone a mere Town level team?
Your Majesty suddenly ordered him to lead such a frail force to Jiangnan.
As his trusted aide, as his closest partner on this front, she felt obligated to warn him, to alert him that there might be some strategy of Your Majesty’s, like using three thousand lives to change the court’s attitude towards Jiangnan.
From her standpoint, such a view is already significant enough.
But Lin Xiaosu’s words shattered her speculations: Lin Xiaosu glanced at her, “Don’t guess wildly! A Town level team is what I personally requested from His Majesty, not His Majesty’s intention.”
“Sir, you…” Qing Ying was truly astonished.
“The world’s sects are not just eighty-one, Dahuang Country alone has more than eight hundred sects, and Dahuang is only one country in the Western Regions. In the entire Western Regions, there are over eighty nations, while the world still has Five Domains and Three Ruins. We don’t have much time to linger, I need to achieve my goal with the shortest time and the most shocking effect!”
“Sir, your ultimate goal…”
Qing Ying’s voice suddenly came to a halt.
Her gaze lifted, staring at the faint misty rain in the sky.
Lin Xiaosu also raised his gaze.
In the sky above, golden light converged, the rain curtain opening.
Revealing a flying shuttle.
