"I have guarded Hanyun Valley for five years. Not a single Barbarian has set foot past our nation's gate! Not one civilian in the borderlands of Hanyun Valley has been harmed, nor has there been any loss of property!
"And now, leading an army of eight hundred thousand, I stand guard at Hanyun Valley, and the Barbarian Military Guards have willingly retreated thirty miles!"
Chen Yang's eyes narrowed as he gazed toward the southwest, his expression distant.
Zhou Songquan lowered his head, his chest so tight he could barely breathe.
This was a king, a legend. A living legend!
At twenty-five, he had already achieved the highest honors of the Martial Department, a feat countless others could spend their entire lives chasing in vain. At twenty-seven, he rose to become the Nine Gates Admiral, granted the title of Zhennan Prince.
Eight hundred thousand brothers-in-arms, you have suffered.
The mortal world is like a tide. Alas, how many will return?
