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West Capital City, Mr. Wu’s Residence, Dusk.

Mr. Wu’s residence is a secluded small courtyard, looking just like an academy.

Once accompanying the Martial King, being second only to one person, Mr. Wu never imagined that his abode would be so simple, with only about twenty servants and maids combined.

He doesn’t know his age, has never married, and doesn’t even have a personal guard.

He walks alone.

Ever since the Martial King ordered him to stay home before his expedition, not to come out until he recovered from his illness, a squad of guards was added outside Mr. Wu’s residence.

He was very clear that they were there to watch over him, in other words, they were guards to imprison him.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart; the Martial King once trusted him the most, but now, he turned his back like changing a face, and acted to imprison him.

Mr. Wu, who originally wasn’t sick, has truly fallen ill these past two days—heart-sick.

In the past, without Mr. Wu’s strategic planning, the Martial King would have long been taken down by the Ice Emperor, and power would have been divided by the Crown Prince and the Ninth Prince.

But now, his previous merits were completely ignored, and in return, he was like the dog that was cooked once the cunning hare was hunted.

The Martial King no longer trusts him; he even harbors a bit of hatred.

Squeak.

In the dim room, the door was opened. The old housekeeper rushed in and said to Mr. Wu, ”Master, good news, good news.”

Mr. Wu, with disheveled hair, faintly smiled, ”Good news? For a dying man like me, there can’t be any good news.”

The housekeeper said, ”Master, His Highness has suffered a major defeat at Xilin City; the army collapsed like a landslide. Isn’t this good news? He didn’t listen to your advice back then and acted recklessly. Now, with such a great defeat, his strength greatly diminished, he will surely trust in you once more when he returns!”

Mr. Wu shook his head, ”I understand the Martial King better than you do.”

The old housekeeper was stunned, ”Isn’t it so, Master? This time, the Martial King suffered a landslide defeat at Xilin City, with many soldiers lost and few people left to use. You have always been his right-hand man; surely, His Highness will rely even more heavily upon your return this time.”

”You’re still too young...”

Mr. Wu looked at the old housekeeper and said, ”If it were anyone else, your thinking would make sense, but that is the Martial King... As for the Martial King...”

Mr. Wu murmured softly, ”In this battle at Xilin City, if the Martial King had won, I might still live. At most, he would come to my residence in high spirits, scolding me, pointing out my mistakes, saying, look, even without you, I can still emerge victorious against Qin Tian.”

”However, this time, he lost. He is strong-willed and narrow-minded, never easily admitting his own mistakes, let alone such an irreparable one... When he returns to the West Capital, he fears seeing my eyes, afraid I will mock him, so he will not and does not want to see me...”

”Hiss...”

The old housekeeper was taken aback when he heard this and said in surprise, ”Master, do you mean...”

Mr. Wu faintly smiled, ”When he returns, I will die.”

Mr. Wu recalled the promise the Martial King once made to him: ”Sir, I invited you from the countryside with great effort, if not, shall we become brothers sworn to life and death?”

”Your Highness, I am a mere commoner, and you are of the royal family, that’s absolutely impossible.”

”Then, let us become the best of friends. No matter when, our statuses are equal. You are always my brother and friend. You don’t need to salute me when we meet. You can directly point out my mistakes... Rest assured, I invited you out to do great deeds; I can tolerate any criticism!”

”Thank you, Your Highness.”

Recalling the scene when the Martial King personally invited him out of the mountains, Mr. Wu laughed, tears streaming down his face.

In this world, how many lies are there?

In this world, how much deception?

A wise bird finds a good tree to nest in, a wise minister selects the right lord to serve.

One wrong step, every step is wrong.

”Old Li, go and brew me a pot of wine. I want to have a good drink.”

Mr. Wu said, taking out a poison pill from the storage bag, looking at it with a perplexed gaze.

All his life, he was skilled in both letters and martial arts, dwelling in secluded mountains, wanting to accomplish earth-shattering feats.

But now, after more than ten years in government, his ability has not been brought into play, yet he has reached the end of his road.

Before decisive success, death prematurely arrives;

Too often heroes are left weeping in despair.

...

When the Martial King returned to West Capital City and learned that Mr. Wu had committed suicide by poison, he simply said, ”Bury him well,” and nothing more.

At this moment, the Martial King felt nothing about Mr. Wu’s death, more concerned with his own plight, as he found himself already cornered.

”Your Highness, I’ve just received news that Qin Tian’s army is stirring, already preparing to march towards West Capital City!” Xiao Mao reported.

”General Xiao, what about on your side? How many troops do you have left?” asked the Martial King.

Xiao Mao replied, ”We haven’t suffered much damage, still have 230,000 men.”

The Martial King nodded, ”Rest well for two days and prepare for the great battle. Without a doubt, Qin Tian will strike while the iron is hot and attack West Capital City. I will immediately send trusted aides to the Demon Clan, and under no circumstances, this time, must they dispatch reinforcements!”

In West Capital City, the Martial King reorganized his army, totaling no more than 280,000, including the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

Moreover, his elite troops were entirely annihilated at Xilin City; to say he had confidence, the Martial King had none.

He was nothing more than a trapped beast fighting desperately.

He could only pin his hopes on the Demon Clan extending a helping hand.

The envoy sent to the Demon Clan had not yet returned, while over here, Qin Tian’s grand army was already advancing towards West Capital.

Currently, Qin Tian could be described as having strong soldiers and sufficient horses, totaling 650,000 men.

Fighting war with war, relying on recruitment and incorporating surrendered troops, the more he fought, the more men he gathered, this was the legendary tale Qin Tian crafted on the West State battlefield.

Leaving 250,000 men to guard, Qin Tian personally led 400,000 people, taking with him the Eight True Qi Cannons, which had been repaired by Zhou Yang, marching straight for West Capital City.

Xu Kuan stayed behind to guard Yueya City, while Qin Tian personally led 400,000 men, with Zhao Lanjin leading Ye Kun and Zuo Yuanhao, commanding 100,000 as the vanguard.

Lin Yu led 10,000 men as a special force, controlling the True Qi Artillery Troop.

Zhou Yang and Qin Tian commanding all three armies, strategizing in the command tent.

Three days later, Qin Tian’s army was only 50 kilometers away from West Capital City.

In no time, the sky changed colors, and the ground, full of apprehensive sound like cranes in the wind.

On the West Capital City walls, the West State Army stood ready, each person’s face ashen.

It seemed as if these men also understood Qin Tian’s formidable power, knowing that the outcome of this war was likely predetermined.

However, the Martial King had already walked onto a dead end, a trapped beast fighting with no way back.

He anxiously awaited, waiting for his confidant to bring good news from the Demon Clan. As long as the Demon Clan could dispatch troops, then they could attack from both flanks. Even with Qin Tian’s 400,000-strong army, the Martial King was confident he could achieve a resounding victory.