Mythical Three Kingdoms

The three nodded, then stepped out, leaving Brack alone in the entire palace. He looked at the Precious Sword in his hand, feeling for the first time that honor was more valuable than life.

”Decide the dominance again? Han Dynasty, you are too confident. Even if my Kushan Empire loses a hundred thousand troops on this path, how could it shake our foundation? Even if you have full confidence in victory this time, I will shatter your fangs!” Brack stood up and muttered to his Sword.

”Our Kushan is no longer the Great Yuezhi of a hundred years ago. We will not let the Han Empire manipulate us at will!” Brack swung the Sword fiercely, and the stone table in front of him was split in half, the smooth cut surface reflecting his ferocious face.

Zhang Su and the others are now making the final preparations before the great battle, completely unaware that their unwaveringly determined reply has been interpreted with so many meanings by the other party.

However, even if Zhang Su and the others knew, they wouldn’t care. Instead, they would laugh heartily, because only the weak need to guess others’ thoughts, and only the weak would interpret meanings that do not originally exist from others’ words, while the strong only need to conquer.

Clearly, with the arrival of the Han Army, Kushan’s Heart Spirit was no longer as calm as before, and in this tense atmosphere, even excessive interpretative phenomena occurred. This psychological quality has already created a huge difference between them and the confident and prideful Han Army.

After all, for Kushan, this is the only large-scale empire-level battle they have engaged in over the past century. As for the Han Empire, it’s not clear how many such empire-level wars they’ve fought.

Before the Three Kingdoms, to put it plainly, China’s history is a history of wars.

To put it in a rather bad way, if you came to my house to find me and I’m not home, then I’m fighting on the battlefield; if I’m not fighting on the battlefield, then maybe I’m on my way to the battlefield. If I’m not on my way to the battlefield, then don’t look for me, because I’m dead.

In a country where everyone is a soldier, aren’t you afraid? In classical militarism, every adult male in the nation is enlisted, and all must serve in the military. This also means that, for pre-Three Kingdoms China, wars involving over a hundred thousand troops were innumerable.

As for after the Three Kingdoms, basically, no dynasty did the same, so the scale of wars shrank instead.

Conversely, for the people of Yizhou under the Han Empire, even if they haven’t fought a hundred-thousand-troop battle before, they’ve seen too much of it in Military Books. There is basically no pressure, especially since these people have made preparations for defeat, so they have no psychological burden.

This is the greatest difference between the two sides besides the quality of the soldiers. Yan Yan, Zhang Ren, E Huan, Ling Bao, and Deng Xian can eat and drink without any worry. Although they see tomorrow’s great battle as important, they are not even a bit nervous.

The completely different mindsets between the two sides created two camps with entirely different atmospheres. However, regardless of which army camp, they all appeared incredibly formidable to the observing kingdoms. The qualities of both the soldiers and generals far exceeded the standards of these kingdoms. The so-called Empire is not strong in just one aspect but strong overall.

”A terrifying empire.” The Soma Kingdom Prince looked from afar at the main body of the Han Army led by Deng Xian with some envy. ”Such military appearance, such quality, more frightening than the Guard Army of our kingdom’s Wang City,” he said. ”I wish I were born in an Empire.”

”Prince Avis, who do you think will win between Kushan and the Han Empire?” A noble from the Dasana Dynasty first glanced around to make sure no one else was present before quietly asking the Prince of the Soma Kingdom.

”I can’t tell.” The Prince of the Soma Kingdom hesitated for a moment and then spoke. Even if he could tell, he wouldn’t dare to say. Although he is a prince, neither the Kushan Empire nor the Han Empire would hesitate to kill him, and his father and brothers would definitely not avenge him.

On the contrary, if he were to die at the hands of the Han Empire or the Kushan Empire, his father would at most pretend he never existed, and his brothers might even be thrilled to have one less competitor.

As for the ambition he held before coming here, the Soma Kingdom Prince had long since discarded it because the moment he saw the military forces of both sides, he understood that any one of these two armies would be enough to level their country.

Before seeing these two Imperial forces, he even mocked the ministers of the Wenga Dynasty for being cowardly and lacking spirit. However, after seeing the reality, he understood that the ministers of the Wenga Dynasty had made the correct choice.

These dynasties might be strong at other times, but when facing an Empire as the opponent, they are incredibly fragile, and their resistance is akin to a mantis trying to stop a chariot against the mighty forces of the Empire.

Thus, the Soma Kingdom Prince suppressed all his previous thoughts, because he was self-aware and knew he was not qualified to gain the support of either of these two great Empires.

The so-called using a small force to flop the big one; first you need to have that small force. If you don’t meet even the most basic conditions, then everything is just rhetoric.

These nearly non-nutritious conversations were occurring among all the watching nations, but none of the kingdoms dared to clearly declare who would win or lose. Although every country had secretly bet on the nation they favored, none dared to say it out loud.

In the game between Empires, they are always pawns. How can a pawn control the Chess Player? So all the dynasties were cautious, not daring to speak recklessly.

But the caution between dynasties doesn’t mean everyone is cautious. The shock triggered by this great battle wasn’t limited to the Indochina Peninsula and the South Asian Subcontinent.

The pull of national fortunes between the Empires drew several uninvited guests. Although these individuals couldn’t intervene in this imperial-nation-fortune battlefield, many were watching this battle with interest, some even flying from the North.

”The fortunes of our country have been changing quite strangely lately.” Nan Dou said to the Immortal of the Northern Abyss standing in the sky. ”Although the national fortunes have been continually growing stronger, the tails of the fortunes are scattered far more chaotically than Zuo Ci would have imagined, much worse. Have you discovered anything?”

”No.” The Immortal of the Northern Abyss was not interested in responding to Nan Dou, although they had previously jointly opposed Nanhua and Tong Yuan, it didn’t mean they had a good relationship.

”Did only the two of us come here?” Nan Dou continued to ask.

”See for yourself.” The Immortal of the Northern Abyss replied concisely.

”Hey, monks over there, who do you think can win?” Nan Dou recklessly asked.

The three monks flying in from the Kushan side glanced at the two Immortals standing above the Han Empire and instantly understood that, like them, they couldn’t meddle causally in fate.

”The Kushan Empire.” The monk folded his hands in a gesture of peace and spoke in complete calm.

”That’s not good. I think it’s the Han Empire.” Nan Dou squinted slightly, speaking with a hint of malice. Unlike the orthodox Taoist Immortals like Zixu and Nanhua, Nan Dou was a sinister Taoist Immortal who would not hesitate to strike if things didn’t go his way and did not mind killing, as long as it didn’t involve meddling with fate.

”The Han Empire, or the Kushan Empire, just wait and see.” The monk from Kushan remained tranquil, but malice was clearly evident in Nan Dou’s eyes.

”Nan Dou, stop fooling around,” the Immortal of the Northern Abyss suddenly interjected. ”What is your mission?”

Nan Dou silently withdrew the malice emanating from him. Zuo Ci had sent a message to the remaining immortals requesting their help in guarding the national fortunes.

Due to some unknown reason, the national fortunes of the Han Empire were extending towards the sunset, and the lower portion had split into nine strands, which were continuing to scatter further. Left to guard the fortunes, Zuo Ci nearly exploded upon discovering this situation, fearful that these autonomously scattering fortunes would be stolen. Therefore, he discussed it well with his projections and the remaining immortals, asking them to look after the scattered fortunes so that they weren’t stolen by others.