Above The Sky
Chapter 789 - 789 31 Why not build the Heavenly Kingdom

789: Chapter 31 Why not build the Heavenly Kingdom?

789: Chapter 31 Why not build the Heavenly Kingdom?

“Although there are many loopholes, as long as this message is released, whether the Mountain People believe it or not, they will know I possess a Dragonization Organ—thereby, my identity as both White Folks and Imperial People will be diluted.

Anyone who wants to accuse me of being an outsider must consider a possibility,” Ian explained calmly to his companions as he sat in the armchair at the conference table.

“And that is, what if my ancestors really did have even the slightest trace of Mountain People bloodline?”

“In fact, they cannot possibly tell—Mountain People might sound impressive, but in reality, they are a mix of Golden Folk and Iron Folk, with a minority of Crimson People and White Folks, and even some Demihumans.

Essentially, they are Humans who have been protected by the Dragon God in their ancestry and have no bloodline difference with the Imperial People.”

“Instead, with my Dragon Blood, I am naturally closer to the ‘Dragon God’…

All Mountain People know this, so they won’t question it.

At least, they won’t outright refute my claim.”

The number of people who came to the conference room for discussion was small, still just Scott Qingchao and Adalbert, three people in total.

For a long time to come, there would only be these four people in the conference room.

Two days after the victory, after finishing the post-war arrangements, everyone began to truly discuss the future development plans and strategies for the territory.

“So,”

Adalbert was the real good boy; he was a bit confused: “Ian, do you really have Dragon Blood…

How can you be sure that this Dragon Blood does not come from the Dragon God?”

Good question—if Ian did not know how his Aether Crystal arm came to be, he probably wouldn’t be able to prove he wasn’t an heir to the Dragon God—Adalbert’s question was genius.

While others were thinking about how Ian could prove he was an heir to the Dragon God, he took a different approach and asked why Ian couldn’t be one.

Indeed, did anyone else have evidence?

There was none.

“Then it is the case.”

Although Ian had his internal complaints, he did not show any flaws outwardly: “After all, lineage isn’t worth much; what’s really valuable is the Sublimation Bloodline—but don’t I already have that?

So these are all minor matters.”

“Scott, arrange for some people to hire Ballad Poets, have them compose songs praising my victory over the Mountain People, and remember to emphasize my Dragon Blood,” Ian instructed regarding the propaganda work, then knocked on the table, “Although enemies are unlikely to attack us before next spring, as long as the war between Fiery Flame Land and The Empire does not end, South Ridge will always be under threat.

Training of new troops must be scheduled.”

“We must summarize the experiences and lessons we can learn from this battle, to prepare for the education of future new troops…

at the end of the day, wars are fought by people.”

“Yes,” Green Tide nodded earnestly, though his words were as simple as a primary school student’s: “After all, weapons need people to operate them—no matter how good the equipment is, if the people are not up to par, aren’t those Mountain People the classic example?”

“Also, if psychological quality is not up to snuff, it’s easy to scare people out of their wits…

Big Boss, can you provide more of the Fear Potion?

I feel like if we use the potion more, train people to fear nothing, we can fight any war!”

“…Before you become a commander, I’ll educate you to at least the level of a doctoral degree.

I promise, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.”

Ian was nearly choked up by Green Tide’s words; he couldn’t say that Green Tide was wrong, but the latter’s thoughts and impressions were incredibly superficial: “What I want are professional soldiers with brains and wisdom, not the brainless, fearless lunatics you’re talking about—just relying on muscles, they may cope with weaker enemies, but against stronger ones, wouldn’t they collapse at the first touch?”

“I have already learned to read…” Green Tide leaned back in the chair with a sense of grievance.

“I understand,” Adalbert seemed to catch on to what Ian meant: “Indeed, many militiamen don’t pay attention to the tactical aspect; if the Mountain People hadn’t been equally inexperienced, just poking their heads out would get them targeted by enemy fire.”

“This kind of battle experience really needs to be handed down; it could save a lot of lives.”

Scott, reflective, said seriously, “I understand, Your Excellency, you mean that we need to build a specialized soldier and even officer training program.”

“What Green Tide and Mr.

Gu Ying said is correct—we must ensure the basic quality of our soldiers and avoid the phenomena of cowardice or refusal to fight…

This time when I was in command, I noticed that some front-line troops already began to panic and wanted to flee when the enemy fired their artillery.

If the Mountain Troops had really come over to attack our positions, they would have definitely fled.”

“It’s precisely because I noticed this that I thought they had no capability to leave the city for an offensive battle, which is why I always insisted on defending,” he said, somewhat emotional with his extensive commanding experience.

“Back in Harrison Port, when I was directing the Guard Squad against the Natives, I noticed some people would rather attack their own than the enemy.

Whoever hindered their escape in a dangerous situation would be their target.”

“Of course, those kinds of people die quickly.

The real problem is the disorganized, undisciplined, and self-righteous ones—they think they’ve found the right moment and then blindly start conflicts, blindly alerting the target, attacking when they shouldn’t, turning their own fire into fuel for the enemy, ambushes into encounters, or even getting surrounded…

Because of such people, several meticulously prepared tactics were ruined in an instant!”