What is food?
It's the lifeblood of an army!
Without food, how could they fight?
Moreover, this time, they had to cross Wu Zhou, and their logistics couldn't keep up.
After all, for a million-strong army's food logistics, the strategic supply line was stretched too long.
There weren't enough supply wagons or food.
If it weren't for the Empress's words, they couldn't have brought so many soldiers here.
Now, the promised food was denied.
Temujin's face turned pale with anger, his hand tightly clutching the hilt of his saber, veins bulging!
"Why did the Empress go back on her word after promising us!"
His voice was laced with uncontrollable fury.
His massive body trembled slightly.
A terrifying aura pressed down on the female general.
Obviously, he was on the verge of exploding.
The female general was startled, her horse spooked, taking several steps back.
"What are you doing!"
"This is Wu Zhou! If you dare to be insolent, believe it or not, I will report this to the Empress and make you suffer the consequences!"
The female general shouted furiously.
"Her Majesty didn't say she wouldn't give you food, but you haven't attacked Great Qin yet."
"What if we give you the food and you go back on your word?"
This sentence directly choked Temujin.
He laughed.
A very ironic laugh.
He still remembered the Empress of Wu Zhou's kindness.
But the Empress of Wu Zhou didn't treat him as a human being!
"What about the food?"
Temujin questioned coldly!
The female general rolled her eyes.
"The food will naturally be given to you."
"What are you anxious about? It's not like we're not giving it to you."
"Her Majesty the Empress said that as long as you arrive at Great Qin, ten catties of food will be given for every man killed in battle!"
"The more people die, the more food you get."
The Empress of Wu Zhou wasn't stupid either.
She was also afraid that these steppe people would secretly swallow her food.
That's why she set this rule.
Anyway, she felt that since the steppe people had brought their troops here, they would definitely not retreat rashly.
Since that was the case, why not squeeze them with food?
These steppe people didn't bring any rations, didn't they have to rely on her?
Modun, Xieli Khan, Temujin.
All three of them stood frozen in place.
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
Wait a minute.
What did they hear?
Ten catties of food for every man killed in battle?
Was this called a food supply?
This was clearly asking them to buy food with human lives!
"Empress of Wu Zhou! You really played a good calculation!"
Temujin immediately flew into a rage, gritting his teeth, his long hair flying wildly.
With a wave of his long saber, he pointed it straight at the female general!
The female general was frightened and took two more steps back.
"Temujin! Are you threatening me?"
"If you dare to mess around again, believe it or not, Wu Zhou will cut off your rations!"
She spoke with a fierce voice but a weak heart.
Temujin's body trembled, his eyes crimson.
"You are the first person who dares to threaten this king!"
His fists cracked as he clenched them, his chest heaving violently.
Murderous intent boiled in his eyes, wishing he could hack the female general in front of him to death!
The atmosphere was tense.
The Wu Zhou army and the steppe army drew their swords and confronted each other.
As if a great battle would break out in the next second.
Modun and Xieli Khan's faces were extremely gloomy, as if water could drip from them.
The two of them had fierce eyes, like wolves and tigers, as if they were going to eat people.
They were also enraged by the female general's words.
Listen, is this what a human would say?
They were invited to help Wu Zhou, and they were promised food for an army of a million.
They had emptied out all their family wealth.
Only then did they manage to gather an army of a million.
As a result, you told him that the soldiers had to die in battle before food would be given.
Wasn't this deliberately making things difficult for them?
"Mongol King, why don't we attack Wu Zhou first!"
Modun's gaze swept over the Wu Zhou soldiers like a hungry wolf, saying sinisterly.
"Don't waste words with them! Just fight directly!"
Xieli Khan held a pair of hammers, his warhorse stomping, his aura fierce!
Temujin's body was still trembling.
He stared at the female general.
Forcing down the monstrous anger in his heart.
"Where is the food?"
He was not impulsive, but said in a deep voice.
The female general smiled proudly.
"Her Majesty indeed has foresight, knowing you have wolfish ambitions, the food is naturally not here."
"Only when the battle begins will the food be delivered to the front lines."
She was triumphant, with a look that she had them completely under control.
Temujin took a deep breath.
Trying hard to calm his inner anger.
His fists slowly unclenched, finally returning to calm.
He took a deep breath and issued an order.
"Let's go! To the front lines!"
Temujin's face was extremely ugly.
As if he had eaten a fly.
He didn't expect that he, who hunted eagles all year round, would have his eyes pecked by an eagle today.
The Empress of Wu Zhou's calculation completely sealed off all his routes of retreat!
As he was about to leave the female general's sight.
The female general suddenly spoke.
"Oh right, I forgot to tell the Mongol King, Her Majesty ordered me to monitor you."
"As long as you fight well with Great Qin, there will naturally be enough food."
Saying that, she quickly caught up with Temujin on horseback.
With an arrogant look on her face:
"I am the military supervisor of this battle, you can call me General White Fox."
Temujin, with a dark face, ignored her and turned to leave.
Modun and Xieli Khan followed closely behind.
The three of them didn't say a word.
But the raging fire burning in their eyes was enough to burn everything!
Wu Zhou actually schemed against them.
And played them for fools!
The three of them had already made up their minds.
If they found an opportunity, they must definitely take a fierce revenge!
"Mongol King, what should we do next?"
Modun asked in a low voice.
Temujin's gaze was deep, looking at the city standing in the yellow sand in the distance.
"Break through the Great Qin border, plunder the rations, only then will the initiative be in our hands!"
"As for the Empress of Wu Zhou..."
He clenched his fists tightly, a monstrous murderous intent bursting from his eyes, gritting his teeth.
"If this revenge is not taken, I swear I am not human!"
Just now he was still grateful to the Empress of Wu Zhou in his heart.
Now he wished he could kill this woman directly!
What good would it do to treat them like this?
Even if Temujin racked his brains, he couldn't figure it out!
At this time,
Xieli Khan's voice sounded.
"According to the news we received, this time Qin Xiao is personally leading the expedition and has arrived at Yanmen Pass."
"What should we do if we can't take it down?"
He stated the worst-case scenario.
If they couldn't take down Yanmen Pass.
Then they would really be finished!
This was a life-and-death gamble!
Temujin took a deep breath and said slowly:
"We won't, this king is fully confident!"
He was a Martial Saint, dealing with Qin Xiao would be more than enough!
Soon.
After half a day's march.
The million-strong army arrived at Yanmen Pass.
At this time.
The army was starving, their stomachs growling.
Many soldiers were drinking water to satisfy their hunger.
Their heads were dizzy and their eyes were blurry.
Some soldiers even threw away their weapons.
The reason was that they were simply too heavy.
Holding the weapons, they couldn't walk at all.
This army, from being full of vigor at the beginning, had become weak and powerless.
Finally.
They arrived at Yanmen Pass.
The million-strong army was mighty, arranged in a square formation, confronting the pass city from a distance.
On the city wall.
Qin Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, generals gathering behind him, soldiers standing in numbers.
His gaze pierced through layers and layers of soldiers.
Falling on Temujin and the other two.
The corners of his mouth slightly turned up.
Old friends were finally meeting.
He was still looking forward to it.
"Qin Xiao!"
Temujin also spotted Qin Xiao. A flicker of emotion passed through his eyes before he opened his mouth and roared.
"What kind of hero cowers inside a city? Come out and meet your death!"
It was a deliberate taunt.
He never actually expected Qin Xiao to leave the city.
But to everyone's absolute astonishment...
Clank, creak!
The heavy sound of turning gears rang out.
The city gates slowly opened, and the drawbridge was lowered.
Riding his Qilin steed, Qin Xiao emerged with his army trailing behind him.
He marched out in a grand, swaggering manner.
Temujin was dumbfounded.
The mocking words caught in his throat; he could not spit out a single syllable.
"I have arrived. You do not seem very happy, Temujin?"
Qin Xiao gazed at Temujin with a playful expression.
Through his enhanced senses, he naturally perceived Temujin's true, hidden strength.
The realm of the Martial Saint!
It suddenly dawned on Qin Xiao.
No wonder Temujin dared to challenge him.
So he had made a breakthrough and come here to flaunt his newfound power.
Qin Xiao understood this perfectly well.
He and Temujin were old rivals, after all.
They had clashed countless times, and every single time, Temujin had suffered defeat.
How could a man as proud as Temujin ever resign himself to failure?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
