The people of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion gazed quietly at the young marquis, Li Guanyi said:
"Since we’ve agreed, we must draw our swords, Elder Shi."
Shi Dalin replied: "Present."
"Immediately prepare the healing medicine for them and equip them with the Qilin Army’s standard medicines, focusing on the Corpse Transformation Powder from Hou Zhongyu."
The elderly Gongsun Huaizhi replied: "Present."
Li Guanyi looked at this harmless old man and said, "Assemble the Mechanical Crossbow and the turning crossbow machine. Pan Wanxiu, Xu Tiange, assist Gongsun and complete it within half an hour."
Li Guanyi said: "Nangong."
Nangong Wumeng replied: "Present."
Li Guanyi watched her. Initially, she thought Li Guanyi would ask her to scout the road ahead and fulfill the role of a scout. Instead, Li Guanyi said: "Proceed immediately to the Tiele Tribe to find Qibi Li and mobilize the golden scimitar cavalry."
His expression was calm. Although it was only two days, the situation in the Western Regions was remarkably clear. Within two days, much could be seen — akin to perilous mountains layer upon layer, the order of the Western Regions piled atop one another.
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Anyone who doesn’t follow this regional order will provoke a backlash from this beast-like order, and it will come relentlessly like waves until it crushes and shatters those who defy it.
In such chaotic times, any action must consider the consequences.
Otherwise, saving people becomes akin to killing them.
Only with confidence can one make such decisions.
Li Guanyi naturally made his judgment. Saving people today was just the beginning. Once opened, it became difficult to close and required even more formidable strength.
Preparation for the crisis two steps ahead was necessary.
The winds of the Western Regions swept across the vast land, bringing the scent of swords, blood, and fire. The young man’s gaze looked into the distance, clutching the weapon at his waist, the reigning light cavalry king galloping across this land, reigning supreme in history and legend.
The golden scimitar cavalry, long faded in the annals of history.
Are to reemerge in the world.
At this moment, Li Guanyi intended to personally unveil the sands of memory among the Western Region lords, reintroducing the sound of hooves and the sharp sound of scimitars cutting through the night to this chaotic world.
Li Guanyi paused, suddenly remembering two years ago, recalling his youthful days and his experiences in the Ghost Market of Jiangzhou, gripping the sword at his waist.
Elder Xue, have I grown too?
Nangong Wumeng hesitated and said, "I must leave the front lines..."
"Then who will be the scout?"
Li Guanyi pointed to the burly man over there: "There’s Lei Laomeng."
The omnipotent Lei Laomeng!
Not as capable as Fan Qing in leading troops, not as skilled as the Seven Old Ghosts in medicine, a newcomer to mechanical techniques, an adequate scout at best, but fortunately capable of doing anything.
Li Guanyi said: "Nangong, can you bring the Tiele Tribe’s forces?"
"Deciding how far we can go."
"Therefore, we rely on you."
The young marquis’s hair lifted gently, smiling lightly:
"Celestial blessing of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, bring the news of victory to us."
Nangong Wumeng’s face flushed: "You, you, you..."
She gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, fine, just you all wait for me!"
She waved her hand, departed immediately. Changsun Wuchou had long prepared the necessary items for long-distance travel in the Western Region’s desert environment, and as Nangong Wumeng set off, Li Guanyi ordered Changsun Wuchou to manage logistics.
Li Guanyi’s gaze fell on Fan Qing.
Fan Qing stood upright, his demeanor calm and solemn.
Fan Qing stepped forward half a step and said: "At your service."
Li Guanyi said: "What do you think we should do?"
Fan Qing, following Li Guanyi’s gaze, looked at the surviving members of the tribe, his gaze steady.
He was a simple-minded person, so he cherished the opportunity of the moment. He was the most dedicated member of the Qilin Army, learning military formations from Yuwen Tianxian and strategies from the many strategists of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, enduring pain, allowing the Qilin Army’s Seven Old Ghosts to test medicine on him.
His family had been lost to him amidst the chaos.
He did not wish to see the scene of a ruined family again.
This was his reason for wielding a sword and spear.
He said, "We can help them this time, but, my lord, if it is just us at the forefront, there will be no change. For them, it’s just a change of the people above them."
These words struck at Li Guanyi’s heart.
Among all the warriors, Fan Qing was closest in spirit to him.
Li Guanyi softly said: "Fan Qing, go and ask these warriors if they are still willing to draw their swords and blades? Do they still have the spirit of valor within them? Are they still afraid of death?"
Fan Qing went to inquire.
Li Guanyi extended his hand and drew out a long staff, pulling out the horn-polished dagger given by Saatanati, reversed it and inserted it into the staff, transforming it into a primitive, rugged spear. Batuer approached with reddened eyes and said:
"What... what are you planning to do?"
Li Guanyi said: "To rescue, to avenge."
Batuer’s palm trembled, and he said: "They are above others."
Li Guanyi said: "Then I might as well say, I am the king of the Central Plains."
Batuer’s arm swung violently, and he said somewhat irritably: "At this time, don’t joke around!"
"In the Western Region desert, people are ranked in hierarchies. Today, those nobles were the ones who used to shoot at us, but if we charge at them, we surely won’t win against their armored cavalry. Once they discover we dare resist, more will come to kill us."