Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1721: Chapter 1634: No Sleep for Others Beside My Bed (Part 2)

”Indeed, for the Han Dynasty, having pointed swords at the world for hundreds of years, they have fought all possible battles. This truly gives us a psychological advantage. If the opponent is the Great Yuezhi, it’s likely they would halt after a forthright battle.” Cheng Ji nodded, understanding the reasoning.

”True, in that case, we have already given them face. However, the biggest issue lies in the frontal engagement; battlefield strategies are almost useless, and in Shendu, there are many places where a hundred to two hundred thousand troops can engage directly.” Zhang Su nodded slowly, then looked towards the military generals.

”If it’s a frontal confrontation, leave it to us,” Zhang Ren said with self-admiration but confidence, looking at Zhang Su, while the other generals also shared the sentiment.

”Since that’s the case, we shall start preparing for war as of today.” Yan Yan decided.

”I think there’s a problem here,” said Zhang Song, who had been pondering since Huang Quan spoke earlier, suddenly looking up at everyone.

”Why are we helping Shendu?” Zhang Song raised an eyebrow. ”Is it just for those thousands of miles of fertile land?”

”Hey, hey, hey, Ziqiao, how can you say that? Isn’t thousands of miles of fertile land enough? Some people are just insatiable,” Meng Da, familiar with Zhang Song, said speechlessly upon hearing this.

”Insatiable like a serpent swallowing an elephant?” Zhang Song sneered. ”What level of power are we? What level is Shendu? What level is Kushan? Don’t you know which of the three is the strongest?”

Everyone was stunned, even Meng Huo, who couldn’t understand a word, was now dumbfounded.

”Of course, it’s our Han Dynasty that is the strongest,” most of the civil and military officials said without much thought—with years of confidence fought for—when asked about the strongest, naturally, it’s themselves.

”I think I get what Ziqiao means,” Wang Lei, the steadfast supporter of the Imperial Han, stroked his goatee while a glimmer of understanding crossed his eyes.

”Why should we help Shendu? Have you considered this? Just because they asked for our help?” Wang Lei coldly said. ”They don’t have the right to command us. We’ll help if we want to, and if not, we’ll even teach them a lesson!”

”If that’s the case, why don’t we choose a more proper way? We don’t accept Shendu’s plea for help; we challenge Kushan, tell them to stop, and meet us at Shendu for a hunt. Let victory or defeat decide the survival of the creatures on this continent!” Wang Lei slowly placed his right hand on the table in front of him.

The civil and military officials were all shocked upon hearing this, including Zhang Song, who previously rejected proposals, as he thought they should ally with Kushan to divide Shendu rather than helping Shendu resist Kushan.

Though Wang Lei’s words were similar to his thought, the main change was the shift in initiative. With Wang Lei’s approach, the initiative was not in others’ hands from the start, nor did they need to negotiate with Kushan, essentially embodying a great power notifying another nation.

Completely an attitude of not caring whether they agree or not; he’ll do it anyway. As for the nation becoming a battlefield, their willingness has nothing to do with him. He’s merely there to notify them to step back, or he’ll teach them a lesson.

”Isn’t this a bit too domineering?” Qin Mi hesitantly looked at Wang Lei, suddenly harboring a newfound respect for this usually unassuming loyal strategist, as if he experienced a spiritual reawakening upon stepping out of the country.

”Domineering?” Wang Lei glanced around at the somewhat awed gazes. ”This isn’t within the Han Dynasty; why should we give them face? In the Central Plains, we share the same language and lineage, including the Southern Barbarians, Shanyue, and Wu Creek Barbarians, who could be said to share the same bloodline.”

”So we can appease, we can give them face, but here it’s entirely different. The Han Dynasty is not their father, why should we give them face?” Wang Lei said coldly. ”Since facing them directly is necessary, why should we mediate with Kushan for someone else?”

Zhang Song, Zhang Su, Huang Quan, and the others were deep in thought; one had to admit Wang Lei’s words indeed made a lot of sense.

”With the same process, why don’t we choose better results and greater benefits?” There was a noticeable spiritual wave in Wang Lei’s eyes. Several people around him dimly felt pressure, never expecting this rather unremarkable guy to awaken such a talent at this moment.

The underlying pressure made Huang Quan and others avoid his gaze, but the oppressive feeling came and went quickly. Soon, Wang Lei returned to his usual unremarkable self, someone you couldn’t even find in a crowd.

”Congratulations, congratulations!” The circle of civil and military officials couldn’t play dumb, and immediately congratulated Wang Lei—originally someone median among them, seemed to instantly leap over Longmen and transform into a dragon successfully.

”Is this the Spiritual Talent?” Wang Lei pondered his condition, somewhat puzzled. Honestly, within this group, though not at the bottom, he certainly wasn’t exceptional. However, Zhang Su and the others hadn’t awakened, yet he did—it defied logic.

[Spiritual Talent, could it be about stripping away pretenses to reveal one’s true self?] Wang Lei thought silently, then began to use his spiritual talent slowly. Soon, he understood the meaning of his spiritual talent.

Doing the same thing has countless processes, and Wang Lei’s talent splits the process, then pieces together parts with his spiritual talent to anticipate the outcome within the steps; naturally, this is constrained by his current spiritual talent, probably only capable of splitting a few significant steps and predicting the result of the assembled pieces.

If one day Wang Lei could dissect a task’s every step and assemble them fully, he could foresee the result.

Casually breaking the matter of Shendu, Kushan, and themselves into the largest five steps, sure enough, directly notifying Kushan was most advantageous for them.

”How is it?” Zhang Song asked Wang Lei.

”My suggestion aligns more with our interests, my spiritual talent told me so,” Wang Lei replied with a smile, then explained his talent in detail to everyone.

”How many times can you connect?” Zhang Su went straight to the point.

”Before my spiritual talent is exhausted, I can connect infinitely. However, presently I can only split the process into five major steps, and can only connect it three times before I’m done,” Wang Lei said helplessly, ”Moreover, once I exit, I can’t reconnect the same matter next time unless I can split it finer.”

Wang Lei tugged at the corner of his mouth; he realized his foundation was too weak, as his spiritual capacity was insufficient for such extravagance. Yet, being a mid-upper role among the civil officials nationally, awakening itself was lucky.

”In that case, Zichi, it’s up to you to draft an Imperial Decree to Kushan!” Zhang Song said. ”Since that’s the case, let’s not adopt an equal tone, let’s see how they respond when we speak from a higher level.”

”That’s not an issue, but we’ll need to prepare for war,” Qin Mi nodded approvingly, not seeing any problem with drafting the decree.

Elsewhere, north of Youzhou, Zhuge Liang, who was accounting for resources, suddenly stopped, having detected another awakened spiritual talent—an excellent one.

”With my ability, can it be divided into nine parts and inferred nine times? It truly consumes spiritual capacity, but combined with Master Jia’s detailed deductions and Xiaoo Zhi’s insight into human nature, it’s unbeatable, though it really exhausts the spiritual talent,” Zhuge Liang muttered with a twitch in his mouth.

”But strangely, somehow, the rate at which spiritual talents and legion talents emerge after the war has sped up...” Zhuge Liang remarked while walking, preparing to record this spiritual talent in the letter.