Peace Order-Chapter 109 - 72: The Fall of a Nation_2

Every ambitious monarch desires to leave behind a peerless talent.

Be it a person.

Or perhaps, a destiny.

The old guide’s worst fear had finally come true, as the Turkic Seventh Prince, from above the third layer, could sever Mr. Po Jun’s throat in a split second with such a short burst. And yet, Mr. Po Jun calmly said, "It is exactly for your grand plan that I must go to the Central Plains."

"Have you not noticed?"

The Seventh Prince froze in his action, and Mr. Po Jun helped the prince up, pointing to the geographical map, and said, "Now the Turkic and Ying Country have fought a great battle, and you have gained the land of the Western Regions. But the Fifth Prince is nearly utterly defeated. Do you think you are a match for the Great General Yuwen Lie?"

The Seventh Prince fell silent. The Iron Futu were strong, but Ying Country’s Tiger Barbarians’ Heavy Armored Cavalry were only slightly inferior.

And there was Wen Lie, an unparalleled War General and Commander.

The Seventh Prince shook his head, "I am not his opponent."

Mr. Po Jun said, "So, if Yuwen Lie were to take advantage of this opportunity and wield his weapon, charging onto the grassland, what then would you do to defend? The heads and armor of the Fifth Prince’s war generals were all harvested by him and piled up outside the border, creating Corpse Pile, which terrifies everyone on the grassland."

"Do you think the commanders of the Eighteen Tribes want to fight against such a famed general?"

The Seventh Prince shook his head again.

Mr. Po Jun smiled and said, "Therefore, the grassland is already divided, which presents your opportunity."

"The grassland is now split between those who fight to the death and those who seek peace; your father has no choice but to fight to the death, but you are different, you are young, you have splendid military achievements. At this moment, if you go to Ying Country and choose to form an alliance, taking a princess of Ying Country as your wife, how does that sound?"

The Seventh Prince looked at Mr. Po Jun and said:

"Then I would become a knife for Ying Country to use to check the balance on the grassland."

Mr. Po Jun looked back at him, smiled, and said, "Yes."

"But the other tribes, those kings and marquises who do not wish to fight Ying Country to the death, will come to you. They have tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, and over a hundred thousand serfs. They already live the finest life and have no reason to fight the ferocious war generals of the Central Plains. When the time comes, those tribes will come here."

"They will gather under your tent, and when you go out, kings will accompany you."

"At that time, your name and commands will carry supreme authority, just like those of your father!"

The Seventh Prince quietly regarded the handsome man from the Central Plains.

The ruler of the grassland began to smile.

He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, stood erect as a majestic eagle, and said, "Sir, is your plan to split the grassland, to divide the Grassland Turkic of the Eighteen Tribes into the Eastern Tribes and Western Turkic, reducing the once unrivaled authority of the grassland ruler into just two tents?" ƒreewebɳovel.com

He was a true hero, someone who could see this ulterior motive at a glance.

Mr. Po Jun looked at him and said, "Yes, but you still do not see the bigger picture."

"Let me point out to you the Unification of the World, Seventh Prince."

Mr. Po Jun lifted the tent flap, extended his hand toward the sky, and as the rain curtain fell, the strategist and the ruler locked eyes. Mr. Po Jun said:

"The Western Regions have perished, and there will be the most chaotic times ahead for the whole world. Ying Country’s first goal will not be the grassland. They will offer you a significant sum of money and support to stabilize the grassland, freeing up their hands to recuperate Jiangnan and the Southwest, accomplishing the age-old Central Plains’ desire for Unification of the World."

"After all this, they will turn their attention to the grassland."

"Then, it will be your opportunity; first, have your own territory, second, with the help of Ying Country, challenge your father, and finally, achieve complete unification of the grassland. When that time comes, you will be a hero no less than the grassland rulers of five hundred years ago."

"At that time, would you not also want to march your army southward? Wouldn’t you want to achieve a feat no one has in thousands of years, to become the greatest hero in epics?"

The Seventh Prince sat quietly, the words igniting a flame within him, his heart thumping wildly, his hand subconsciously gripping his weapon. Mr. Po Jun’s eyes were narrow, glimmering with a light that could beguile all creatures, and a flame that could burn everything. He smiled slightly and said, "So, do you have such grand aspirations to march toward domination over the entire world?"

Mr. Po Jun’s words were truth, a transparent strategy, and a temptation that any monarch with great ambitions could not resist. The most captivating thing to a man’s heart was not beauty, not gold, but the grandeur of the world.

The breath of the Seventh Prince quickened, and he said, "...... And the only one with the capability to accomplish this, the only envoy who can get Ying Country to agree to an alliance with me, is you."

Mr. Po Jun said, "Therefore, I must go to the Central Plains."

After a long time, the Seventh Prince gripped his weapon tightly, then relaxed, exhaling a sigh:

"I really should kill you, Mr. Po Jun."

"But I can’t do it. You’ve outlined the grand situation of a divided world for me, even though I know it’s your strategy to split the Turkic into Eastern and Western Turkic, to use this as a chance to return to the Central Plains, I still can’t bring myself to resolve to kill you."

Mr. Po Jun said, "This is where ambition surpasses life and death."

In the end, the Seventh Prince swung his Golden Scimitar, cutting a lock of Mr. Po Jun’s hair, and returned the scimitar to its sheath, saying, "Let’s pretend I’ve killed you already, sir."

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