Chapter 42: The Ministry of War

  After listening to Kasin's brilliant exposition, Yelü Mingyuan was deeply impressed and added a few more words of respect: "General Ka is indeed the number one general outside of China. With such insight, I'm afraid that our three countries outside of China are unprecedented in history."

  Kasimbas smiled slightly: "The second prince is overpraising, I just have some insights because of the long-term battles on the battlefield. Although this army in front of us has already weakened, their generals cannot be underestimated. Those who can follow their lord with a thousand soldiers and sweep across the Yellow River are not ordinary people. You must never forget General Yelü Zhaochang, who died in battle at the Yellow River, with his experience on the battlefield, he was killed at the Yellow River, which shows that the enemy's strength is truly astonishing."

  "Xiao Wang, how dare you forget? Xiao Wang must crush these damned Qingfeng Zaoshui to ashes and dust, to comfort the spirit of Uncle Wang in heaven!" Yelü Minghuang gritted his teeth and said. Yelü Zhaochang had a great reputation among the Mandan army, and he was an old man with no children, almost all Mandan soldiers looked up to him as a role model. So when he died in battle at Hetao, all the Mandan soldiers were extremely angry. Moreover, Yelü Zhaochang was also Yelü Minghuang's uncle, and one of his most trusted generals who supported him wholeheartedly. For his death, Yelü Minghuang was naturally more furious than others. However, in his heart, he was thinking about another thing - if what Kasinbas said was true, then the military forces of his own country were only second-rate, and his own belonged to third-rate. If this old man over 70 years old died, wouldn't the three northeastern countries really become Mandan's world?

  "Your Highness, the Second Prince, you should go and prepare first. Our guests will be arriving soon. Your Highness must not disappoint everyone." Kasinbas said with a smile, but when he looked back at the battlefield again, the situation had changed once more, and his originally calm face was also filled with shock.

  Every time the double-bladed battle axe in his hand struck, at least one Mandon soldier would be splattered with blood and flesh. However, he didn't feel any excitement in his heart because his 7,000 cavalry had been reduced to less than 3,000 and were completely trapped. Although his formation was still intact, it was only barely holding on by a thread.

  We can't let this army be buried here! A thought suddenly flashed through Xin's mind, and then he let out a loud roar, like a thunderclap on a clear day: "Brothers, the time to die for our country has come, follow me in the charge!" As soldiers, what they liked to hear most was not something about promotion or wealth, but "follow me in the charge!" And what they feared hearing most was "charge for me!" Although it was only a difference of one word, the implication was vastly different. Indeed, as soon as they heard this sentence, all the soldiers' spirits were lifted, and their weapons seemed to gain strength.

  In the crowd, it was unclear who started singing that bloody and murderous "General's Order" first, and then these generals who had been fighting on the northern border for a long time followed suit. The majestic and tragic song echoed across the desolate land, and the morale of the army was involuntarily shaken, and then they followed closely behind Xinkai without hesitation.

  "When a man is on an expedition, he should be bold and resolute. In matters of benevolence, there are two things that cannot be established."

  A man should be a killer, killing without leaving any emotions. An eternal and immortal achievement is all about killing.

  In the past, there was a heroic young man who valued his promises and righteousness. He would kill someone as soon as he got angry, but his life was lighter than a swan feather.

  There are also heroes and overlords, killing people like hemp, galloping all over the world, only boasting of knives and guns.

  Now seeking this kind, in vain grasping at moonlight.

  You have not seen, upright Confucians and brave warriors rise up in death, the divine land from then on boasts of benevolence and righteousness.

  One morning, the barbarians invaded the Central Plains, and the scholars and common people wept.

  I wish to study ancient styles and revive the heroic spirit. Fame is like dirt, I am not concerned with the criticism of benevolent people.

  Wearing a sword that can cut through iron, he kills people in a fit of rage. Cutting his thigh to make a wine offering, he talks and laughs, startling ghosts and gods.

  A thousand miles to kill an enemy, willing to spend ten weeks of stars. Zuan Zhu and Tian Guangyue, tied together in a deep and obscure relationship.

  I go out of the west gate in the morning and return with a man's head at dusk. Exhausted, I can only think of sleep, but the war horn blows suddenly.

  Ximen's mother left, his mother was sad but he wasn't. He had promised to make a name for himself in the martial arts world, and as a man, he would not return until he had achieved his goal.

  Fighting between heaven and earth, a tragic and shocking scene in the dark court. Three steps kill one person, heart stops but hands don't stop.

  Blood flows like a river for thousands of miles, corpses pile up like mountains. Brave warriors have finished their battles, exhausted and sleeping on the bodies of their enemies.

  In dreams I still kill people, a smile reflects pure radiance. Don't ask daughters, how fierce are sons?

  Since ancient times, benevolence and virtue have been used to harm people, and morality has never had a single truth.

  Don't you see, lions and tigers hunt and gain fame, but who pities the deer?

  The world has always been about the strong preying on the weak, even if there is justice, it is still in vain.

  Don't ask, men have their own ways.

  When a man is going on an expedition, he must be prepared for violence. In dealing with benevolence and righteousness, one cannot stand on two things at once.

  A man's affair is in the arena of battle, his gall like a bear and his eyes like a wolf.

  If born as a man, then kill him, don't teach masculine body with feminine heart.

  Men have always been fearless of death, and even in defeat, they smile as they pass on their legacy.

  A hundred battlefields, a hundred arenas, everywhere I wish to be with the green wild grass.

  Men should not be timid, I have a song for you: killing one is for guilt, slaughtering ten thousand is for heroism.

  Butchered 90 million, is the strongest among the strong.

  Hero among heroes, with different paths: seeing through the thousand-year-old reputation of benevolence and righteousness, but using this life to show off heroic spirit.

  A good name is hated by those who love evil names; killing a hundred million people does not punish the heart.

  It is better to teach a hundred people to hate you than to have one person curse you.

  "Looking at the world for five thousand years, where is a hero who does not kill people?"

  This is a poem that expresses the voices of the generals who fought on the battlefields of China, a tragic and majestic poem filled with slaughter and bloodshed, a heroic and tragic song of iron-blooded warriors. It is a poem that makes the pale and despised Confucian scholars change color and spit it out. In the hearts of the warriors, his position is irreplaceable, and with this heroic and tragic poem, the memories of their ancestors that have been dormant for decades or even hundreds and thousands of years begin to revive, and the blood and passion that flow in their bones also burst forth.

  The lyrics are magnificent and tragic, the warrior's morale is high. He not only solidified the conviction of the Hetao men to die on the battlefield but also awakened the heroic and tragic spirit that had been dormant in their blood. Under his leadership, what was originally a military force at its last gasp once again burst forth with their due strength, from being at the end of their tether to fighting desperately to breaking through the encirclement and then dominating the battlefield, the three thousand cavalrymen slowly regained control of the battlefield.

  Just then, a familiar horn sounded from the southwest of the wasteland. Xin Ke and his 3,000 soldiers were overjoyed because they knew that reinforcements had finally arrived!

  The Ministry of War, Huang Tian and Li Xiao Mo only took a glance at Tie Zhen's bedside before being politely asked to leave by the national master of the Jade Palace brought by Emperor Ying Lie himself. As for this old man who needed rest, all those who came to visit him tiptoed to his bedside, quietly gazed at the old man's withered face, and slowly retreated.

  Thinking back to the scene in the bedroom just now, both Hu Tian and Li Xiao Mo let out a sigh at the same time. Iron's injury was not actually that serious, if it were someone like Hu Tian who was young, they would probably be able to ride horses and shoot arrows again after just bandaging it up. However, Old Man's age was really too old, with his over 90 years of age, even a small amount of blood loss would make it difficult for him to recover. Fortunately, the Jade Palace in Yaochi not only had unique martial arts, but also excelled in medical skills, and with the imperial physician sent by Emperor Yinglie himself from the palace, Iron's injuries were finally stabilized.

  As Tie Zhen was a highly respected and powerful elder statesman of four dynasties, the number of officials who came to visit him at the Ministry of War was countless. However, there were only a few servants in the Ministry of War, so for a while, the entire Ministry of War was in chaos. Fortunately, everyone was worried about affecting Tie Zhen's recovery in the backyard, so they all tried to control their words and deeds. Even so, the front yard was still in an uproar.

  Hao Tian couldn't help but ask curiously, "Isn't there a single person in charge at the Ministry of War besides Lord Tie? How could they not handle such a situation?"

  "Marquis, you may not know that Iron had three sons and one daughter, but they all died in battle at the Great Wall defense line and the Northeast Three Kingdoms. His only grandson also died suddenly in the army last year, so although Secretary Iron is a high-ranking official, his household is actually very lonely." Li Xiao said with some sadness: "Marquis may not know that Secretary Iron's grandson was the original commander of the Imperial Qinglong Army, Iron Meng."

  "Commander of the Iron Army?" Haotian was shocked, but immediately followed by a sigh: "Iron Sir is indeed a loyal and chivalrous man. As a son of Qingfeng, he is truly a role model for us. If it weren't for the Crown Prince mentioning it, I wouldn't have known that Commander of the Iron Army is actually the only grandson of Chancellor Sir. What a pity that such a famous general didn't die on the battlefield, but instead died suddenly in the army!"

  Li Xiao Mo carefully glanced around and found that no one noticed their conversation, then said in a low voice: "Although Li Mou has not seen the commander of the Iron Army, he also knows that Tie Meng is both civil and military, brave and wise, and can open a five-stone bow with both hands. It's just unexpected that Commander Tie died suddenly without any warning signs in the army, perhaps Commander Tie was moved by the great virtue of the former emperor, so he died in depression."

  Hao Tian asked in a low voice with curiosity: "What does the prince mean by this?"

  "On that day, the former emperor passed away in Jiangnan Road's first capital, Jiangzhou. The foreign tribes outside the Great Wall took advantage of the situation and marched south, causing all 16 states of Youyun to fall. Subsequently, the two routes in the northwest were also attacked by the three major nomadic tribes. After receiving this news, the Iron Army General was so enraged that he spat out several liters of blood and died on the spot.

  Li Xiao sighed and continued: "At that time, disasters really didn't come alone. Following the death of the Iron Army General, the two sons of Grand Master Sima also drowned in the river while inspecting the defenses. It's a pity that these two great men dedicated their lives to the Qingfeng Empire, only to end up with no family or relatives in their old age."

  Haotian was silent, his face expressionless, but in his heart, he had several puzzles. He always felt that Li Xiaomo was hinting at something, but he couldn't figure out the clue. However, the cause of death for Tie Meng and others was indeed strange. Moreover, with their two families' power and lack of successors, why could they endure such humiliation? Was it just because they were normal deaths, or did they already know the real cause of their deaths? Haotian's heart suddenly shook, and he dared not continue thinking along this line.

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