Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1167 - 1167 52 General Mengs Military Records 8

Chapter 1167: Chapter 52: General Meng’s Military Records 8 [10,000 Words for Monthly Tickets]_7 Chapter 1167: Chapter 52: General Meng’s Military Records 8 [10,000 Words for Monthly Tickets]_7 Qi country’s capital city has fallen!

Once among the seven warring states on the continent, Qi country, which had once risen to dominate, now announced its destruction!

Amidst the gunsmoke, a Qin Army Black Dragon Banner was raised upon the city walls, fluttering in the wind.

Countless Qi banners were chopped down and thrown from the ramparts.

This signified that one of the world’s strongest fortresses had changed hands today.

After Meng Fang’s troops breached the city gates, they halted their advance and took a defensive stance on either side to protect Fei Pingjiang’s forces as they entered the city.

The old God of War approached on horseback, facing Meng Fang with a furious expression, “The battle isn’t yet decided, there could still be changes, having entered the city, why not finish this battle swiftly?”

“Having destroyed one nation, we cannot destroy another. The credit for annihilating Qi goes to you, General Fei.”

“Spew your mother’s bullshit in chains!”

The elder, fuming and cursing foully, seemed no lesser than Fei Xinyu:, “Who needs your charity? You goddamn jackass!”

“It’s not charity.”

Meng Fang spoke calmly, “I dare not, General, please understand and take over this heavy responsibility.”

The old man was momentarily stunned, slightly regretful, “Why must you be so magnanimous? What am I to do? Just accept it?”

“It’s not magnanimity, every word comes from the bottom of my heart, elder, please discern.”

Meng Fang sighed, “Limited by my talents and life span, even if I cling to power and refuse to let go, how many years can I really hold on? Ten years? Or a few decades? When that time comes, without me, how will my brothers survive under the immense pressures of the sprawling factions within the Great Qin military?”

“Since time immemorial, emotional debts have been the hardest to repay. I hope at that time, given our relationship today, you can look out for my brothers.”

Meng Fang earnestly said, “This act is purely to curry favor with humanity, General, I’m counting on you.”

The old general, uncharacteristically, did not curse but instead remained silent for a long time before he sighed deeply and seriously said, “Alright, I’ve noted it. Today, I owe it to you, lad!”

“Thank you!” Meng Fang remained as calm as an undisturbed well.

The general waved his hand and entered the city gates, followed by a sharp command: “Annihilate Qi!”

Meng Fang reined in his horse at the city gate, maintaining his composure until he finally waved his hand: “Organize the troops! Move on to Chu!”

His soldiers, each silent, felt a giant wave in their hearts transforming into a roar: “Organize the troops! Move on to Chu!”

Everything General Meng did for his brothers was seen and remembered by all.

During this campaign across the realm, uniting the continent.

All military commanders and leaders owed Meng Fang a huge debt of gratitude.

And his only request was: If I am no longer here, look after my brothers!

All brothers only felt a profound bitterness.

In any battle, the chief could claim full credit.

When the time came, considering the military realms, as the unrivaled leader, who could challenge him?

The sweeping achievements conquered could awe generations past and future, towering above all.

But, for the sake of his brothers’ future, he sacrificed all battle honors, all just favor-trading.

The honors belonged to my brothers, and that sufficed.

The greatest command to conquer a nation’s honor, I give it to you as a favor, may this favor be returned to my brothers in time!

After unifying under heaven, only one country remained, and what naturally followed were power struggles and factional squabbles.

But Meng Fang had already prepared his brothers for recourse.

With such a leader, who could feel discontent?

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