CHAPTER 1182: CHAPTER 63: SURPRISE TROOPS DESCEND, TEARING APART THE GAME

Li Guanyi left the Anxi Protectorate, and under his will, the entire Anxi Protectorate began to spin wildly, from top to bottom, transforming the most outstanding young strategists of this generation, changing the internal group dynamics.

Li Guanyi, calm and composed, first wrote back to Li Zhaowen, agreeing to fight side by side on the battlefield against the Wolf King, and then sent the message back via Flying Eagle.

Collaborators increased by one.

Breaking Army and others will complete the assembly of the entire team.

The movement of the army is sure to attract attention, but with the talents of Breaking Army and others, dispersing these troops, using the normal Anxi army’s movements, naturally excerpting these seven thousand from the two hundred thousand soldiers, isn’t difficult.

However, it still requires some time.

Time is not long; Li Guanyi can wait. Rather, at this moment, one should remain calm and composed. Winter is bleak, and there are only a few days left until this year ends and the new year arrives.

Li Guanyi habitually wore armor and a battle robe even in this city.

When he strolled out, looking around, all the trees in the city had shed their leaves, appearing bare, oddly matching the bleak winter atmosphere, yet the city was much more prosperous.

Li Guanyi suddenly felt impulsive and took an ancient Central Plains zither, tuning its strings.

Raising his fingers to play, the zither sound was melodious and composed, as generals and strategists passed by, they originally had a heavy pressure in their hearts. Not everyone can remain calm at such critical moments in the world’s situation, pretending nothing is wrong.

Their faces showed varying degrees of gravity.

Especially those receiving military orders, the agitation, fighting spirit, worry, all sorts of emotions surged together like carrying stones, yet suddenly they heard the serene zither sound.

Instinctively following the sound, they saw under the desolate heavens, the Lord in a white battle robe, sitting cross-legged in a vast lonely courtyard, gaze lowered in silence, playing the zither with a certain grace.

Qibi Li, Hao Yuanxia, Li Kedi, and other Western Regions war generals felt even more respectful.

Although they did not really understand the significance of Mr. Po Jun’s strategy to lure the enemy, then play the zither on the city wall, now replacing Mr. Po Jun with the Lord inexplicably evoked an aura of majestic composure.

As the world is about to be stirred and cleaved.

He still remains so calm and serene, able to play the zither.

Just in their hearts, they marveled, truly he is the Lord.

At such a moment, still so calm and composed!

Indeed worthy of being our Lord!

Khan’s Khan, King of Kings!

Tian Ge’er!

Though the Think Tank playing the zither on the city walls seemed a bit silly.

But regardless, when the Lord does it, there must be considerations!

Yet if asked Li Kedi, Yuchi Xiong and others, how about the zither sound, these battle generals skilled in charging formations, killing would hum and haw for a while, and could only look up at the sky, responding: "This zither, playing it."

"Truly is a zither!"

Li Guanyi, however, felt his zither skills had regressed much as he played.

Harmonic changes, shifting tones, all added a clumsiness, superficially nothing wrong, yet indeed less than his skills at ten years old, he pressed the strings, cluelessly.

Suddenly longing for his aunt.

This longing had no reason, no origin; it arrived suddenly, like accidentally pricking a thorn usually unfelt but suddenly painful upon touch.

Nostalgia silently grew bone-deep.

Reflecting carefully, his momentum escalated through the years, martial skills heightening, yet with his aunt, almost like his adoptive mother, increasingly they gathered less.

Childhood thought the world vast, martial skills strong, gold and silver plentiful, then he could safely find a place with his aunt, to live together, without worries.

But now grown up, skills heightening, realizing it isn’t so.

Worldly matters mostly uncontrollable.

This adds much bleakness in his heart; Li Guanyi chuckled lightly, palm pressing the strings, saying: "Killing increasing, these hands no longer zither-playing hands."

"What is it, very curious about such an instrument?"

Li Guanyi looked beside him, the little girl was carrying something, walking over, it was Saatanati, she first shook her head vigorously, then embarrassedly nodded, Li Guanyi smiled, explained:

"This is the Central Plains’ zither, the most orthodox musical instrument."

Saatanati said:

"Just didn’t expect Tian Ge’er could play tunes so well."

Li Guanyi replied: "It was my aunt who taught me, I learned zither for many years, she also taught me Primordial Spirit Cultivation Method, but didn’t tell me my lineage, my past, nor family feud, just taught me to play zither, play chess daily."

"Though not playing much over the years, childhood impressions remain."

"Look."

Li Guanyi played a few notes and techniques for Saatanati.

The girl’s eyes brightened, but with some confusion: "Your lineage?"

Li Guanyi said:

"I first knew about my lineage at thirteen or fourteen, initially wanting to figure it out, but by that night I realized, no need to seek this, my aunt doesn’t care."

"Concealing the past was fearing my heart would ignite revenge flames."