Firefly Journey

Chapter 301 The World's Attack on Chu (11)

Lin Yuanran had already informed the Chu Kingdom of his mission to lead the "Night Salt" troops to the front lines, as he had been entrusted by Lü Jianming. Therefore, Emperor Zhuang knew that Lin Yuanran had ventured deep into enemy territory alone.

Everyone in the Chu Kingdom admired Lin Yuanran's courage.

That's the allied forces' camp, where all the elite troops of the Debasa Empire are gathered, along with the superhumans of the Seven Gods Church. If they were captured, there would be no chance of survival.

He was originally from the state of Duzhou. Although it is unknown why he chose to serve as an official in the state of Chu, he was always diligent and conscientious in his duties and never neglected his responsibilities.

At such a critical moment, as a foreigner, one could have chosen to protect oneself and withdraw, and Emperor Zhuang, being benevolent, would certainly not have been harsh.

But not only did they not leave, they also helped the State of Chu by assassinating high-ranking officials of the empire. Such kindness is something the people of Chu should remember.

At Yiling Pass, in the main tent, Emperor Zhuang said, "Yesterday's great victory, given Henry I's character, will surely take advantage of this momentum to further expand the gains and conquer more cities and territories."

According to the Left Chancellor, our army cannot fight them head-on. We should retreat again and again, letting the enemy penetrate deeper into our territory. What do you think?

"This……"

The ministers fell silent.

When Simpson Budd first proposed this strategy, it was considered quite reasonable, and it still is.

But words are easier said than done. No Chu person could bear to watch helplessly as the beautiful land of Chu fell into the hands of bandits, so all fell silent.

Seeing this, Emperor Zhuang did not ask any further questions, but simply sighed softly.

He then said, "Issue the decree that the army will withdraw from Yiling Pass in two days."

"Yes……"

Luring the enemy into a trap is an extremely risky move; one wrong move could lead to total defeat.

Faced with the powerful Seven Gods Alliance, the State of Chu had no other choice.

Emperor Zhuang walked to the top of the city wall and looked west. There, the wind swept away the clouds, creating a dark and gloomy scene.

Simpson sat in the corner, watching John, lost in thought.

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Danyang, the Eastern Palace.

Back when he was a playboy in the duchy, Lü Jianming had anticipated this day, but he underestimated the difficulty.

What I learned before, while not entirely useless in the face of the complexities of current government affairs, is certainly a drop in the ocean.

He suddenly understood why his father had been so busy, so busy that he didn't even have time to accompany his mother to admire flowers or to read with him.

He was not only the husband of Empress Jingmu and the father of Crown Prince Zhaowen and Princess Qingjia, but also the emperor of all the people of Chu. Putting others before himself and the country before his family, this is the responsibility that an emperor should have.

Even with Zhao Zheng and Du Fufeng to consult, Lü Jianming was still busy until late at night every day, with no free time at all.

That night, the stars and moon chased each other, and everything in sight was black.

In the brightly lit study of the Eastern Palace, Lü Jianming was writing furiously, working overtime to review memorials.

It was late at night, and he felt embarrassed to have the two old men, Zhao Zheng and Du Fufeng, keep him company while he stayed up all night, so he had to solve the problems himself.

Holding a water-ink brush imported from the duchy—having grown up in the duchy, he had practiced calligraphy when he was very young, but was now extremely rusty, and his writing was crooked and uneven. In order not to lose the dignity of a crown prince, he was more used to using a water-ink brush.

The night wind blew through the window and lashed against Lü Jianming's face. He felt a little cold and stood up to turn it off.

Just then, the door to the study rang. The sound was not loud, and the person knocking must have been very observant.

The night was quiet; even the faintest sound could be heard. Who could it be so late?

"Come in."

Lu Jianming closed the window and turned around, then saw a little girl carrying a food box tiptoeing in.

Finne Roberts is already an adult. She is called a young girl because she is not tall and looks very young, which can easily lead to misunderstandings based on her appearance.

"Why are you here?" Lü Jianming asked gently.

“I saw that your study light was still on, so I figured you must have stayed up late again and might be hungry, so I made you something to eat,” Finney said softly.

Even though the two had already established a relationship and were about to get married, it still felt somewhat like a dream to Finney. She was a little reserved in front of Lü Jianming, and her speech and actions were very restrained. In short, she was shy.

Fene is very clever and learns things quickly. She's only been in Chu for a short time, but she already knows how to cook many Chu dishes. As for her younger sister at home, well, let's not talk about her. She's been pampered since childhood; let's just say there's a reason for it.

Fene put down the food box, and Lü Jianming pushed the memorial aside.

As soon as the food box was opened, a pleasant aroma wafted out.

"It's chicken soup. How long did you simmer it?"

"Soon, in two hours."

Lu Jianming picked it up, took a small sip, and nodded approvingly, "It tastes good. I think it's just as good as the chefs in the Imperial Kitchen."

The chicken soup was ready, and Finney herself had definitely tasted it. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly a delicacy either. Lu Jianming's praise made her raise her eyebrows.

"As long as you like it."

"Of course I do."

Lu Jianming smiled and then took a big gulp.

Finney belatedly realized what he meant, and then her ears turned red instantly.

This guy is so annoying!

Lu Jianming put down the chicken soup, took her little hand, and together they went to the window and reopened it.

A night breeze caressed my face, and perhaps it was the chicken soup, but I wasn't cold at all.

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The Sword Saint was never seen attending the Chu army's military conferences because he didn't understand military strategy. Even if he went, he could only sit idly on the sidelines, so he might as well come out and enjoy the scenery.

When a person excels in certain areas, they will inevitably fall short in others.

Chen Qingchen is the best swordsman in the world and is very good at fighting, but he knows nothing about anything else.

His way of protecting the State of Chu was to let the sword in his hand speak for itself.

Chen Qingchen also learned of Lin Yuanran's entry into the allied forces' camp, and like all the people of Chu, he felt grateful to him.

Assassinating a high-ranking Allied official, especially on their own base, was extremely dangerous. Since Chen Qingchen was unharmed, he wanted to do something about it.

For example, subtly releasing one's sword energy.

The sword energy seeped into the allied camp, and the extraordinary individuals inside naturally noticed it and became extremely vigilant. In this way, it could also divert the attention of some people and provide some cover for Lin Yuanran.

The sharp sword energy invaded straight in, but was quickly intercepted by the Empire's superhumans.

There was another sword aura over there.

There are only three and a half sword masters on the continent: one in the frozen plains, one and a half in the Chu Kingdom, and the remaining one in the Empire, which is the camp opposite Chen Qingchen.

In a tent of the Allied Forces, a Fighter from the Battle Hall, dressed in a dark yellow standard robe, sat cross-legged, his eyes closed and sweating profusely.

He is the vice-governor of the Ancient Battle Arena, the demigod swordsman "Dull" Lacey, who is skilled with blunt swords.

Two sword energies hovered in the sky above the allied camp before bursting out with a startling long howl.

Lacey suddenly opened her eyes, and a spurt of blood shot out from her mouth, spraying all over the ground.

"Still can't do it..."

Lacey's eyes were lifeless, and she pounded the ground beneath her feet.

People say that there are three and a half of the strongest swordsmen in the world.

Only three "swordsmen" who were on par with the Great Chu Sword Saint knew that the green-clad figure was worlds apart from them.