Peace Order
Chapter 602 - 46: Who in the World Can Rival the Heroes!_4

Chapter 602: Chapter 46: Who in the World Can Rival the Heroes!_4

"May the General continue to fulfill his desires on the battlefield and unfurl a grand vision,"

"When the day comes that generals meet generals, and kings face kings."

"Do not hold back!"

"Disciple, Li Guanyi, offers this."

Yuwen Tianxian’s palm trembled violently.

However, the great general suddenly crushed the letter, pulled out his sword, and held it horizontally to his throat, his eyes red as if he would have slit his own throat if not for Yuwen Hua’s headlong collision preventing him. Eventually, the sword fell to the ground, and Yuwen Tianxian sat down dejectedly, his fists clenched tight.

In the end, he slowly let go.

"Li Guanyi, Li Guanyi..."

"Haha, such a Qilin you are! If only I weren’t born into the Yuwen family, if only you were a prince of Daying, how wonderful that would be. Loyalty, righteousness, benevolence, and filial piety - how we could have been!"

"How we could have been!"

Yuwen Tianxian slammed his palm to the ground, but even the great general, as spirited as a mountain, ultimately became disheartened:

"In this life, I shall never again compete with Jiangnan..."

And so he returned to Ying.

By the time Yuwen Tianxian and Yuwen Hua returned to Ying Country, ten days had passed.

In these ten days, Fan Qing, like his subordinates, had left the Qilin Army. He gained land of his own, not the untilled wastelands, but a mix.

By proportion, there was fertile land, some ordinary, and some with accompany untamed soil. If one had the energy, one could continue to cultivate the untamed fields, or they could call it their own.

Fan Qing and his fellow Qilin Army soldiers nearly had red eyes as they tirelessly worked the land.

With its fertile soil, Jiangnan employed contiguous rice planting, yielding two harvests a year. In late May, they would start transplanting the seedlings for early rice, and by late July, harvest it. Though slightly late, they could still catch up, then they would think of building their own houses. Each day, though tired, they felt a comforting sense of satisfaction.

Lying in bed, imagining the rice growing under the sunlight, they felt indescribably happy inside.

Thinking, if only my mother were here, and my father, how wonderful would that be?

A man like Fan Qing couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his nose, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed. Fan Qing thought about the Great General’s promise and hesitated. Suddenly, the thought of staying seemed not so bad.

But then he thought of that young general, his promises and commitments.

His heart wrestled with complex emotions. He worried, what if everyone thought this way? If I don’t go, and others don’t go, when the Great General looks back to see he has no comrades left behind, how would he feel?

He reached out and touched his armor and then sat silently for a long time before draping it over himself.

Grasping his blade, he walked out with firm strides. Without his fields, he felt restless.

But if he did not don his armor and wield his weapon, he also felt uneasy.

He left home at dawn, and during these ten days, the Battle Halberd had always been planted in the area for reviewing the soldiers. Meanwhile, the duty of guarding the ferry had been entrusted to the Angry Scale Dragon King Navy Department.

Fan Qing saw the young man sitting cross-legged in front of the Battle Halberd.

This early, and yet behind Li Guanyi, there was already a group of people. Fan Qing realized he was not alone, and for some reason, his heart warmed. Holding his blade, he walked to his original spot, his blade’s edge touching the ground.

He finally understood that the edge of the blade was not only for carving a path forward but also for protecting the land beneath his feet. The man before him had shown them the direction of their dreams. He shared his distant dream with those who had nothing. So—

How could they possibly abandon him and leave?!

Clutching his weapon, Fan Qing said softly:

"Fan Qing, joining the ranks."

He noticed one after another coming forth, clad in armor, carrying swords, converging from all directions.

Finally gathering behind that figure, they said:

"Wei Shunying, joining the ranks!"

"Lin Minglei, joining the ranks!"

"...Joining the ranks!" "...Joining the ranks!"

Each response was brief and somber, but it carried on unbroken, eventually becoming like a tide of morale. One could only hear footsteps from all directions, the grave sound of clashing armor uniting, and the calls of "joining the ranks," like a gathering of fierce beasts.

As the sun rose, the young general stood up, his back straight. He turned around, his armor bristling, flags fiercely fluttering. Those once-disorganized citizens stood solemnly under the banners, their demeanor tranquil.

The young general reached out, seized the Battle Halberd, and suddenly hoisted it high.

Whoosh—

The crimson flag, as if unfurling from the sky, danced wildly between heaven and earth.

And so, weapons were raised high, silent and forest-like.

Thus, the Qilin Army was formed.

At the same time, Yuwen Tianxian and Yuwen Hua returned to the Daying Kingdom’s imperial city.

The feather forest troops descended the steps.

Emperor Ying personally welcomed them ten miles outside the city.

As a result, all officials and soldiers of Daying were willing to die for them.

The world is filled with heroes, not confined to one place. The eternal struggle between the Dragon and the Tiger is the everlasting footnote of this era, of this chaotic world. And at this time—

From Central State, the mighty forces of Marquis Qin Wu, officially conferred by imperial decree, were finally about to reach Jiangnan!