Peace Order
Chapter 852 - 109: Deer Hunting_3

Chapter 852: Chapter 109: Deer Hunting_3

And that last one among the top five generals, He Ruoqinhu, is from Jiang Yuan’s lineage.

Once this strategy is deployed, no one can stop it.

Breaking Army casually fulfilled his promise from that day here, and today the ginkgo forest of Ying Country is in full bloom, with golden leaves fluttering down, yet unaware that the seeds of future disaster have been deeply planted, he extends his hand with a calm expression.

Breaking Army Star, Assistant Star Fate under the White Tiger Sect’s banner.

This life in this chaotic world is to ignite the flames of war, making this already chaotic world truly step onto the battlefield, and then assist the White Tiger Sect in restoring peace to the world.

A matter that achieves its purpose in this situation.

Obtained Jiang Yuan’s leverage, created a weakness for Jiang Gao, and gained the favor of Jiang Gao and the Seventh Prince of Turkic, everyone feels that this strategist is helping themselves, but no one knows what his true purpose is.

Breaking Army pinched a fallen leaf, his purple eyes calm and indifferent:

"Thus, the omens of chaos in Ying Country and the fractured state of the world have all been buried, and the agreements drawn that day have now been fulfilled, and I should also return to my true self, the world splits, the Emperor loses his deer, and all the heroes pursue it together."

"Three hundred years of chaotic turmoil."

"Jiangnan Eighteen States, under the command of Marquis Qin Wu of the Qilin Army."

"Strategist, Breaking Army."

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The Seventh Prince took the Princess of Ying Country, only the two of them rushing to the grasslands, and at this time, the Central State Emperor’s autumn hunt began, the emperors of the Red Dragon line have the habit of autumn hunting, seemingly a custom from thousands of years ago during the era of chaos among various feudal states.

To inspire the offspring of the vassals to respect the Great Emperor at the center and to remind the Great Emperor’s line not to forget martial valor, Central State naturally has its own hunting ground, maintained for hundreds of years, encompassing a vast area.

It has also expended great manpower and resources, gathering various exotic beasts from all over the world to put in it, specially finding people to care for them. Usually, it is closed off unless it’s the Emperor’s autumn hunt, and people are not allowed in.

There was once a drought, a hunter whose few acres of thin fields bore no harvest, in desperation, took a bow and sneaked here, intending to shoot a few wild beasts to bring back for his old mother and children to supplement their diet, but was discovered by exceptionally well-trained hunting dogs.

In the end, he was beaten with thirty sticks, and before he could walk back, he had already breathed his last.

It was the officials accustomed to the royal hunting grounds who toyed with him, releasing dogs to bite him, those beasts were particularly skilled at tearing people apart, almost as if they took pleasure in chasing and biting people as a regular activity.

Yet even with this, those officials were not punished.

Instead, the hunter was hung up for public display, and his few acres of land were confiscated to the royal hunting grounds to show punishment.

This place was never meant for commoners.

It is usually very quiet.

But today is different, the quiet hunting ground is bustling, flags of different colors and battle patterns are fluttering around, the highest being the Red Dragon Banner, below it is the Jiang Flag adorned with an ink-colored fierce tiger, the Chen Flag with a green Flood Dragon pattern, and the Li Character Flag with a red Qilin pattern.

Following these are all other families and clans.

Even those whose ancestors had held the title of Lord Duke, at this moment, had to stand underneath these three banners.

They looked at the people there with fearful eyes.

A stone table, four people, led by Ji Zichang in imperial robes and jade belt, descending to his left and right, were Chen Dingye, Jiang Wanxiang, and Li Guanyi, all dressed in hunting attire, which had been modified by a monarch titled the Martial King a thousand years ago.

Yet that monarch, brave throughout his life, adapting to barbarian clothes and mounted archery, in the end, was starved to death, locked in a room by his own son. A hero leading the way, yet ending in absurdity. These four chatted leisurely, and the other nobles and members of the royal family dared not approach.

Previously, they feared Jiang Wanxiang’s domineering, and dreaded Chen Dingye’s coldness.

But now, that Marquis Qin Wu, with a wooden sword at his waist, was not inferior to them.

Just three days prior, after the Sword Madman battle, the previously somewhat gentle and seemingly boyish Marquis Qin Wu grew more reserved each day, and when drinking, his gaze swept across with the demeanor of a hero.

Li Guanyi’s gaze swept over, and those nobles who peered at him instinctively lowered their heads.

After lowering their heads, they felt extremely humiliated, angry, and unwilling.

They felt that by bowing their heads, they were shaming their family.

But if they were asked to raise their heads and face that young man, they dared not.

So they could only convince themselves, saying in their hearts that others were the same, just giving this powerful minister some face, that there was no need for their eight-hundred-year-old family to say anything to this murderous brute born from the sword and spear.

Li Guanyi put down the wine cup: "The weather is good today."

Jiang Wanxiang laughed heartily:

"Indeed, the autumn air is crisp and the time of harvest, many prey appear during this time, thinking that seeds have matured everywhere, and all is ripe and bountiful, yet they do not realize they themselves have become prey."

"It seems the prey has been released."

"Rarely does autumn hunting come around, Chen Dingye, we need not wait for those war generals to hunt the prey, let us also go and see." Jiang Wanxiang picked up a battle bow, smilingly saying: "Folk like us, how about we go hunting ourselves?!"

Over there in the royal hunting ground, a large deer was released, nurtured to impressive stature, with antlers reaching the sky, almost majestic, initially it was to hunt a Qilin, but after being saved by the First Generation Master, who said Qilin is a symbol of good fortune and it was improper to harm it.