Peace Order-Chapter 1585 - 26: Conferment!

Li Guanyi said: "Sir, how did you do it?"

Mr. Po Jun said: "The Turkic tradition is that the eldest son guards the frontiers, and the youngest son inherits the central royal tent."

"Ashina is merely an unfavored son of the Turkic Great Khan, only receiving the worst territory, so back then, I assisted him in conquering the vast grasslands. As expected, his brothers came, hoping to share the spoils."

"At that time, I gave him a strategy, which he adopted."

"Poison was placed at the water points along the way."

Mr. Po Jun’s hand brushed over the geographical map, saying:

"Back then, I was too young and eager to return to the Central Plains. My actions were somewhat ruthless, akin to Yan Daiqing and Wen Qingyu, easily revealing flaws and weaknesses, making it easy to be discovered."

"Unfortunately, Ashina guessed this move would have future consequences, but he couldn’t resist the benefits before him, nor swallow the anger of others seizing what’s his."

"He poisoned them."

"This matter itself became a pawn in my hands. After five years, Ashina should have already managed that stretch of grasslands well. It’s time I help the Lord seize that thousand-mile vast grassland and horse farm, along with a valiant general."

Li Guanyi asked: "Will Ashina rebel against his father?"

Mr. Po Jun said: "Turkic is different from the Central Plains, not to be viewed through Central Plains’ etiquette. He actually grew up elsewhere, and as for rebellion... my Lord, even if the Turkic Great Khan wages war on all fronts, his time will soon be up."

"When the Turkic Great Khan was around, he could suppress the other Khans."

"If the Turkic Great Khan passes away, the rest of the Eighteen Tribes will naturally split, and if the matter of the Seventh Prince Ashina’s poisoning becomes known, the other seventeen tribes will unite against him."

"He’s not rebelling against his father."

"He’s merely rebelling against his fate."

Mr. Po Jun shed his superficial arrogance, merely looking calmly at the geographical map.

The world knows there are two poison warriors in the Qilin Army.

Yet they do not know that a truly cold, top strategist does not need poisonous schemes or plans, simply making moves unhurriedly, enough to sever all other options years later. This is a higher state.

Controlling the enemy.

Controlling the opponent.

Li Guanyi looked at the territorial map.

If the entire world were divided into east, central, and west.

Then if the grasslands and Xiyi City of the Seventh Prince were swallowed, the western region would be entirely under Li Guanyi’s rule. Mr. Po Jun said: "There, I shall negotiate with him."

"Very well."

Li Guanyi gazed at the world, pausing on Guan Yi City of Chen Country, seemingly seeing the courtyard he lived in as a youth, that Liu Family’s Private School, Huichun Hall, and the big tree that sprained Miss’s ankle.

Finally, he moved his gaze to a more expansive place.

"Then, I shall trouble Mr. Po Jun."

Li Guanyi reached out, taking a black piece from the basket by the side, sweeping across the vast world. Prince Qin’s sleeves billowed, the Qilin pattern on them gradually expanding, becoming transparent and hollow.

"Quickly, faster!"

"Faster still!"

The footsteps made soft sounds on the stones, the robes stretched tight in the swift rise and fall, and the rushing wind during the run swept up a large area of fallen leaves and snow.

The famous general of the Eighth Layer Heaven, Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu, personally led the Southwest Flying Army, galloping between the mountains, without raising the banners. These elites, grown in the special terrain of the southwest, excel at racing through the mountains.

They swiftly traversed the complex and hard-to-march-through mountain gaps.

Crossing the barriers in the forest, crossing the garrison points discovered by the Qilin Army on this difficult path four years ago, finally reaching the Red Dragon Secret Realm. The Ancient Red Dragon did not join the battlefield, but did not mind these.

The Ancient Red Dragon personally opened the secret realm, allowing these armies to enter.

Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu led the elite Southwest Flying Army to complete their stationing.

Just five days’ forced march away from Guan Yi City of Chen Country, the Qilin flag flew high, fluttering fiercely in the wind, the scarlet Qilin pattern swaying like flames.

And these warriors, clad in black armor, gathered under the banner. In the Dragon Roar of the Ancient Red Dragon, lifting their gaze, lowering their eyes to overlook, this gathering appeared as a black piece of the Southwest Flying Army.

Plop.

Prince Qin held the black piece.

Across mountains and rivers.

With a forceful finger, it finally fell in the mountains between Chen Country and Ying Country, fell in the Red Dragon Secret, making a crisp sound, the candle flame reflected in Prince Qin’s eyes like banners billowing in the wind.

"Then, make the move!"

The Southwest Flying Army proceed to the Red Dragon Secret Realm.

The Yue Family Army’s troops reorganized.

Prince Qin personally set up a high platform, in front of the three armies, appointed Yue Pengwu as Great General, awarded him a staff of authority, ennobled him as Marquis [Mu], seated him to command the three armies, respected by all.

Li Guanyi changed into the attire of a Ranger of the Martial World.

He made three successive moves in this world.

Two dark and one bright.

One of the dark moves was personally completed by him.

And the movements of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, even if the two dark moves within were unknown, simply Yue Pengwu being ennobled, appointed as Great General of the three armies, seated in the center of the Qin land, was enough to shake the world.

Chen Country, Jiangzhou City.

Chen Dingye put down the dossier, this already over-forty king completely gray-haired, did not sit on the throne, finally sitting peacefully on the jade steps of the great hall, holding the dossier open, reading the words on it.