Chapter 918: Chapter 113: The Finale (Double-Length)

Among the Shan Yue district, there were always many people from the Six Kingdoms who did not submit to Great Qin. When their countries fell, everything they once owned turned to illusion, leaving them resentful. Over time, their temperament naturally grew more erratic.

Some who had not yet fallen asleep noticed the killing aura when the Martial Soldiers moved, the armor plates clashing. Cursing in some indecipherable dialect, they pushed open the window to look out while clutching a single knife, probably intending to see who dared trouble them here.

But as soon as they opened the window, they saw a squad of Ministry of Punishment Martial Soldiers walking past in full armor. The cold light reflected off Great Qin’s iron armor under the moonlight, causing their bodies to stiffen instantly, holding a knife in one hand, and pushing the window with the other, unsure whether to lower it or keep it up.

The crossbowman, protected at the center of all the Martial Soldiers, raised the mechanical crossbow in hand, pointing towards the man sticking out half his body, and then gestured inward with the crossbow. The man, seeing this, as if granted amnesty, nodded quickly and darted back into the house, from which chaotic noises then emanated, followed by a hoarse low shout.

The Martial Soldiers retracted their gaze and continued to march forward in step.

This scene was not unique to this place. If one were to look down from the highest point of the Shan Yue district, they would see groups of Ministry of Punishment Martial Soldiers approaching, each group’s attack and defense areas gradually connecting.

Like the ‘Qi’ on a chessboard.

Now, the Qi mechanism was connected. Judging by the trend, eventually, they would form a complete circle. Anyone attempting a breakthrough from any place would face encirclement by more than three groups. Once stalled, they would be trapped in a complete mire, difficult to escape.

“You understand the Military Family’s formation?!”

Wang Anfeng was somewhat surprised and looked back at Wuxin, who shook his head and calmly said:

“I only know a bit, mostly limited to a place, just the ability of a Colonel, adding nothing to the grand scheme. True strategic formation calls for the connection of the grand scheme, breaking the scenario with one move, entering the scenario with one move.”

“I am still far from there.”

Wang Anfeng looked down at the Martial Soldiers preparing to wrap up, suddenly thinking of Baili Feng, and his expression eased involuntarily.

This childhood friend who often gathered at the academy has not been seen for several years since their last farewell. The last he heard was that he went to the Western Regions with Tuoba Yue to the Protectorate General, but he did not know if he became the strategist he said he would?

Had their relationship become closer?

While pondering, the Martial Soldiers’ encirclement closed once again.

……

“This is not good, not good!”

“This time is truly not good!”

A young man with green eyes hurriedly ran in from the doorway, his steps chaotic, nearly stumbling into the ground. Handsome features were filled with panic, and he intended to rush directly into the inner room. But before he could advance, two palms pressed down on his shoulders, stopping him.

The person on the left stood firm like a pine, with a white mask on his face, smiling faintly. The person on the right was a plump man like a wild boar, with a dark and ferocious mask, resembling a savage ghost. The youth showed strength nearing Middle Third Rank with a single lunge, but the two men merely raised their hands and pressed down on him, rendering him immobile.

The youth was anxious and just about to say something when the man on the left deftly tapped, and inner Qi surged, instantly sealing several major acupuncture points on his body. At once, he became like a puppet, unable to move or speak, only showing urgency in his eyes.

A full screen blocked in front of the three, with birds and mountains painted on it, quite elegant, shielding candlelight, casting a warm pale yellow glow. Clearly, several people sat behind the screen, and through the light, several shadows were cast upon it.

One of them was a man with large muscles, extremely imposing, sitting firmly on a mat, his figure as upright as a mountain.

People in the room were drinking tea, and there was a very clear and melodious sound of a zither playing.

An arpeggio completed, another person set down a teacup, gently clapped, and laughed:

“Sir’s music is indeed remarkable. In my outer domain, no one has such attainment in music. The musical instruments of the Central Plains must indeed be played by the people of the Central Plains to exude such divine charm.”

The one addressed as Sir did not speak, merely tuned the instrument calmly.

The person who spoke earlier was not annoyed, still smiling, with a wave of his sleeve, the two masked men outside the door immediately let go, and the youth stumbled a few steps, falling into the room, directly kneeling to the ground, hands supporting the floor.

The ground was covered with a luxurious Western Regions embroidered carpet, hence it did not feel prickly or uncomfortable.

The youth hung his head low, not daring to look up, listening to the voice laughing, gently lifting the cup lid to strike the porcelain, leisurely saying:

“What have you seen to be in such haste? If you lose face in front of Sir, perhaps your head would already have been demanded as reparation.”

The young man of Hu ethnicity shuddered, his face pale, continually nodding:

“I realize my mistake, I realize my mistake.”

He exerted much force, his forehead striking the ground repeatedly, even with a thick embroidered carpet from afar in between, bloodstains still appear. The zither music continued, unwavering, still leisurely and pleasant.

The speaker waved a hand idly, casually saying: “Get up. I don’t intend to do anything to you. You show such deference; others might mistake what I’m doing to you, what would happen if they misunderstand?”