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Chapter 581 - 41: Making a Name, the Dragon King Comes!_3

Chapter 581: Chapter 41: Making a Name, the Dragon King Comes!_3

This is the only place in the world that might truly welcome this great thief.

It’s not just about surviving, but about leading these people to a normal life, without the constant fear and trepidation.

The aide-de-camp replied solemnly, "Yes, General!"

Gan Xianglong stared at the huge warship, too awestruck to speak.

"Have we gone all in?"

he asked.

The aide-de-camp, gripping his sword, said, "No."

"This time, the boss has staked something even more important than his own life."

"This warship, without the boss who is a grandmaster-level martial artist, would be undefendable by us alone. The boss has decided that when he dies, he will take the Azure Dragon with him. For a naval war general, dying alongside their warship is the highest honor."

"One fire, and they are completely gone."

"But now, it seems the General sees a possibility for the Azure Dragon to still charge through the waters."

"A masterpiece of the Mo Family Mechanism, one of only two remaining Four Spirits-level main battleships."

"The Eastern Azure Dragon."

The aide-de-camp said softly, "They say that heroes rise up everywhere, but there are some who seem to attract heroes. In truth, it’s not about attracting heroes but rather about us who are in desperation taking one more gamble."

"We simply lack the courage and ability to raise our arms and call to action."

.........

At Central State Academy.

After learning about the problems in the Jiangnan region, these young people almost immediately realized the terrifying potential of the Qilin Army. Feng Xiao hugged a jar of wine and muttered, "That’s not right, this isn’t right, a bit more than a thousand people, plus the prisoners taken from the Yuwen family amounts to just over four thousand people."

"How did it become over ten thousand?"

"Over a thousand warriors turned into seven to eight thousand?"

"No, there’s something wrong with the Qilin Army, where are all these people coming from?"

"Did the warriors and their armor just spring out of the ditches?"

After a long pause, the young man took a swig of wine and slapped his thigh, "This isn’t right!"

"We’re talking about a doubling of losses, yet they’ve tripled?!"

Wen Lingjun’s voice was calm and soothing, "Most likely, they recruited fugitives from the mountains as soldiers and also mopped up the remnants of defeated troops. It’s the way of kindness and kingliness, but I never expected it to appear in a young general."

Feng Xiao shook his head and said, "That’s just too incredible. In this chaotic world, heroes emerge readily from the common mass."

Wen Lingjun said, "There are so many heroes in the world. I once tried to practice the Qi Observation of the Yin Yang Family and saw that the land of the Central Plains is vast, filled with the spirit of heroes, even more intense than in the past several hundreds of years."

"Great changes are afoot."

"However, considering the sudden change in Li Guanyi’s strategy, his military tactics and grand schemes have drastically shifted, pushing to the extreme. Who does this style remind you of?"

Feng Xiao said, "Who else could it be?"

"Among the world’s military arts, only ’speed like the wind’ and ’unpredictable like Yin’ stand out. These two aspects, Yuan Zhi has mastered."

"In terms of strategy and formations, he’s among the best of us."

"Only his heart is not ruthless enough, his tactics not odd enough, and he is slightly less overarching than you."

"It’s a pity he has not encountered that person."

Feng Xiao drank his wine and sighed, "It’s not so much that the strongest or the second strongest matters. Normally, the best become the strongest, but in this world, there happens to be such a person who is slightly behind you in the grand scheme and a bit less than Yuan Zhi in battle formations."

"Ruthless heart, capriciousness, cunning strategies, grand tactics—there are many in the academy stronger than him in each category."

Wen Lingjun said sternly, "But all these qualities are concentrated in one person."

"The effect when they are unleashed is completely different."

Feng Xiao grinned with a somewhat mournful expression, saying, "That’s why he’s a monster."

"Others may be hundred points in military formations, and he would be ninety-five, which is nothing. But the fact that he scores like this in every aspect, I hope not to be opposed to such a person again; otherwise, I would have to concede defeat."

"However, this person is now with the Turkic Seven Kings in the capital of Ying Country, and it’s highly likely he will go to the grasslands in the future."

"We won’t encounter him."

"Ah, yet when I think about it, there’s some regret. It’s a huge regret not to face such a person in this golden age."

Wen Lingjun shook his head and touched his forehead, recalling how, after he had beaten that person in a debate, the latter had picked up a nearby stick and knocked him down, Wen Ling said helplessly, "Don’t talk nonsense, especially when drunk, lest it becomes true."

Feng Xiao was startled.

Just then, a young attendant came in to announce a visitor. Wen Lingjun straightened his clothes and went to meet him. The visitor was a gentle and smiling young man, meticulous in dress, none other than Mr. Wang Tong’s top disciple Fang Ziqiao, first in the academy’s internal politics.

Fang Ziqiao nodded amicably, and after some conversation, suddenly said:

"You have heard about my junior’s situation, have you not?"

Wen Lingjun replied warmly, "Yes."

"The Chaos Qilin truly lives up to his reputation, bustling around, manipulating the world at will; he now has the momentum to dominate Jiangnan. A disciple of Mr. Wang Tong is indeed formidable."

Fang Ziqiao smiled and nodded, handing over the gift he had brought for Wen Lingjun, who then passed it to Feng Xiao. Upon examining it, Feng Xiao found it to be incense from the Southwest, not fine wine, much to his disappointment. Fang Ziqiao smiled and said, "Just so, I have a favor to ask of you, Wen."

"As you know, I’m not skilled in battle formations or grand strategies, and my little junior is indeed a troublemaker. So why not give me a plan, Wen Lingjun, which I can take to my little junior. That would be a way for me as an elder brother to help him."

Fang Ziqiao smiled warmly, his eyes narrowing when he did, his handsome face and gentle demeanor full of soft laughter.