Protect Our Clan Leader-Chapter 1691 - 122: Scapegoat! King of the North_3

The face of the King of the North wasn’t looking too good either, and he said in a deep voice, "Since the Chao Clan first broke the rules, our Yun family will naturally not stand by idly. However, this matter is of great importance and cannot be handled rashly. What I mean is that we should first consult with Her Majesty the Immortal Emperor, to let her make a decision. With just one order from her, even if the North Rigion Army were to launch a full-scale operation towards the Liang Country, it wouldn’t be impossible."

"But, Old Ancestor, what Fugui means is that under no circumstances should this matter alarm the Immortal Emperor," Yun Mengyu hurriedly interrupted. "To cover my tracks on this return, I even threw a princess’s tantrum."

With these words, everyone’s gaze fell on Wang Fugui, as if asking the significance of his decision. Though young, Wang Fugui’s experience was formidable, one couldn’t underestimate him.

"Dear Elders," Wang Fugui leisurely stood up and cupped his hands as he explained, "Based on the intelligence we currently have, this operation is a private action of the Little Demon Sovereign Chao Qianjue. Our judgment is that even the Demon Lord likely isn’t aware. If we alert Her Majesty the Immortal Emperor just because of the Little Demon Sovereign’s moves, wouldn’t that give him a bit too much credit?"

"Moreover, given the grim situation on the battlefield beyond the territories, both Her Majesty the Immortal Emperor and the Demon Emperor are inclined to avoid conflict to prevent another Immortal Demon war. Therefore, upon hearing of this, Her Majesty the Immortal Emperor would most likely communicate with the Demon Emperor through some diplomatic channel, and the Demon Emperor would probably reprimand the Little Demon Sovereign and order him to withdraw troops. After that, there probably won’t be any further developments."

The expression of the King of the North paused slightly.

Having lived for several millennia, he had seen and known much about the "communication" methods between the Immortal-Demon Dynasties and naturally understood that this was indeed the most likely outcome.

But he was still somewhat puzzled, "Isn’t that outcome favorable?"

"The Liang Country and the Demonic Yan Country have been at odds for generations, and this ongoing war has lasted more than fifty years with considerable casualties on both sides, resentment and hatred accumulating over time, showing signs of escalating. Allowing this war to continue benefits none of the Human race overall."

"It is indeed so," the King of the North sighed helplessly. "But the Liang and Yan countries bear new grudges and old grievances, deeply entrenched animosity, and even repeated persuasion by the Immortal Emperor has proved ineffective. Moreover, even if the Liang Country could be persuaded to relent, there’s no guarantee the Demonic Yan would do the same."

"If that’s the case, why not take this opportunity to win this war?" Wang Fugui raised an eyebrow and spoke eloquently, "After all, the Little Demon Sovereign violated the rules first, we can take advantage of the situation, conform to the trend while holding the righteous ground, isn’t it worth doing? The Liang Country is not only part of our Immortal Dynasty camp, but also the motherland of Mengyu. If we can seize the opportunity and decisively win, the stalemate between the Liang and Yan countries will be broken, making it difficult for war to restart in the short term, which would actually be beneficial to the overall situation of the Human race."

"Yes, yes, not only do we need to win, we need to end the war," Jiang Yiyi was overjoyed, increasingly pleased with Fugui, thinking this son-in-law was undoubtedly a catch!

Compared to Yun Mengyu, Jiang Yiyi, who grew up in the Liang Country, naturally had deeper feelings for her motherland.

In fact, Jiang Yiyi had often hoped Yun Lixuan would find a way to send troops to support the Liang Country, but given the current situation, it was difficult for the King of the North’s Mansion to do so.

After all, the burden of "actively disrupting the tacit understanding between the Immortal-Demon Dynasties and triggering another Immortal Demon war" was too heavy for the King of the North’s Mansion to bear.

Therefore, over the years, at most Jiang Yiyi could only send some resources and money in secret while visiting her family back home, which counted as a kind of indirect support.

But in the context of the war between the two countries, such support was nothing but a drop in the ocean, of no help to the big picture.

Besides, if Jiang Yiyi could do this, naturally the Princess of Demonic Yan could do it too.

"With an unanticipated maneuver, it might not be unfeasible," the King of the North was quite moved but hesitant, "However, for this matter to be carried out without informing the Immortal Emperor, is it truly appropriate? We could discuss our plans with the Old Ancestor..."

"Better to keep it hidden," Wang Fugui glanced at the King of the North, implying something, "If she knew, wouldn’t she be caught in a dilemma? Besides, if her majesty ends up confronting the Demon Emperor, and tosses the blame onto us, she could be more justified."

Regardless of whether the Immortal Emperor actually knew or not, at least on the surface she had to be seen as "unaware."

"To toss the blame?" The King of the North was stunned, "Would the Immortal Emperor toss the blame onto us?"

"No, to be precise, she would toss the blame onto you," Wang Fugui looked innocently at the King of the North, "After all, you’re the head of the King of the North’s Mansion, and someone has to take the blame eventually."

"Oh, you Wang Fugui! Clearly these are all your ideas, why don’t you take the blame?" The King of the North was so angry his beard bristled and his eyes bulged, "You’re the most devious one, kid."

"I’m just a kid with skinny shoulders, even if I want to take the blame, the Demon Emperor wouldn’t accept it," Wang Fugui explained and reassured, "Don’t worry, the pot Chao Clan has to carry is much dirtier and heavier than yours. Compared to theirs, yours is just a sprinkle."

"Old Ancestor, you have to stand up for our Liang Country," Jiang Yiyi started crying again, "We can’t let the Chao Clan trample on the face of our Yun family~~~"

"Old Ancestor, just bear this burden," Yun Mengyu also tugged at the King of the North’s sleeve, starting to pout, "I don’t want to see our Liang Country suffer personally either."

King of the North’s complexion turned a shade of blue and white alternately.

These people, not a single one gives peace of mind.

He gave a strong glare at Wang Fugui, reluctantly saying, "Alright, I’ll bear this blame. However, since the Chao Clan is using their family soldiers, we cannot deploy the regular army. Within our King of the North’s Mansion, we can secretly assemble an elite battalion in the form of family soldiers, but for other forces, Wang Fugui, you’ll have to figure out a way yourself."

He felt quite disgruntled, secretly grumbling, Fugui, aren’t you a capable brat? He didn’t believe the kid could truly solve this matter.

In the end, wouldn’t he still have to come and ask for my help?

"An elite battalion? That should indeed be enough," Wang Fugui thought for a moment, saying, "As for the other manpower, it can be borrowed from the Wu’s Family, the Wang family, the Luo Clan, and the Jiang’s, forming another battalion alongside the one from our Changning Wang Clan, which will be joining this time, making the manpower sufficient enough."

"You’re also deploying troops?" The King of the North was quite alarmed by Wang Fugui, "Given your family’s conditions, can you even raise an elite battalion? Do you know the significance of the word ’elite’? The poorest soldier must be Spirit Platform Realm!"

"We can, we have a battalion under a [Militia] formation known as the [Changning Wang’s Civilian Corps]," Wang Fugui said confidently, "The intent of our Old Ancestor is to first let them hone themselves on small battlefields."

[Militia] formation? Civilian Corps!

The face of the King of the North turned as dark as it could possibly get.

With such a formation, you dare to wage war against the Chao Clan’s elite battalion of the Demonic Dynasty? This isn’t sending them to be tempered, but to leech off valor and fame, isn’t it?

Moreover, "small battlefield".

If facing off against the Demonic Dynasty elite is a small battlefield, then what is a large battlefield? Battlegrounds beyond the realm?

Truly shameless in seeking favor!

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