Magical Strategist

Of all the world's major races, humans are the most embroiled in civil war! Why, after their victory in the "Human-Beast War," did humanity embark on a brutal civil war? Why didn't they enjoy the tranquility of peace? No one can answer, yet everyone can: Why? Because they are human! They are a greedy race! They will go to war over a piece of land, a gold mine, or even a grain of food. Only war can bring peace, but peace itself begets war. There is no reason; this has been the human mindset since ancient times.

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Thunder Emperor was summoned to the Middle-Earth Palace early in the morning to discuss important matters, and he didn't rush back to the regiment until noon the following day. His expression was solemn, and his first act upon returning was to convene an emergency meeting of all the members of the Light Corps. Zhenlong, Angela, Sachieldos, Bartolomeo, Barak, and the captains of all nine squads attended.

The Middle-earth Alliance has issued a mission to the Light Group: Three days later, meet the invading enemy in the city of Vartan in the north of Yusha!

According to intelligence provided by Middle-earth spies, in three days, the Resolute Alliance will assemble two million troops to launch a full-scale assault on Middle-earth. They will use the flattest border city of Vartan as a breakthrough point, attacking from the north and working their way south to crush Middle-earth. To ensure victory in this first battle, the Resolute Legion will demonstrate its might, with the Purple Night Knights, the foremost order of the Resolute Knights, leading the charge to capture Vartan.

"So, our opponents are the First Knights of Fortitude? What's their name?" Bartolomeo asked at the conference table. He looked energetic and excited, perhaps because the upcoming battle had filled him with fighting spirit.

Thunder Emperor said, "They're called the Purple Night Knights, but don't underestimate them. According to intelligence, their leader is the second son of the Fujiwara family, named Fujiwara Purple Night. He's a man who never shows off. He commands twelve columns, each led by a master of golden fighting spirit. Their members are all veteran soldiers trained by the Fujiwara family, each battle-hardened and incredibly brave."

"Are there people missing?" Zhenlong interrupted.

Thunder Emperor shook his head and said, "We can't confirm their exact strength at this point. The intelligence provided by the Alliance says there are at least 5,000 of them, and I estimate there are more."

"Oh." Zhenlong nodded slightly, then fell silent. Everyone fell silent, perhaps all pondering the same question: How could the Light Corps, with a strength of 2,600, deal with an enemy twice as strong?

"Of course, our knights are no pushovers. Everyone, don't lose faith." Thunder Emperor's eyes swept over everyone sitting there, finally landing on Abian. He added, "In the battle three days from now, you don't have to restrain yourself. You are allowed to reveal your bandit nature."

Abian chuckled and said, "Looks like Daddy needs to prepare an extra-large magic bag, so he won't have nowhere to put the looted items."

Abian's words made everyone burst into laughter. Angela teased, "Don't forget to hand over the spoils."

"Why?" Abbian asked angrily.

Seeing Abby's angry look, like an angry rooster, Angela chuckled and said, "That's the rule!"

Hahaha……

With everyone's laughter, the atmosphere in the meeting room eased a little.

The Thunder Emperor continued, "We don't have much time. New Delhi is still two days away from Vartan. We should set off tonight without delay. Everyone, go back and prepare."

Yes!

Everyone replied in unison. Finally, the captains and high-ranking officials left the conference room one by one, leaving only Zhenlong and Leidi behind.

The Thunder Emperor didn't immediately start a discussion with the True Dragon. Instead, he slowly pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and blew out a few artistic smoke rings. "Want a smoke?"

"I'm not used to smoking that thing." Zhenlong waved his hand and refused. "It seems like you have other troubles. What's wrong?"

"Look for yourself." As he said that, the Thunder Emperor handed a document with the seal of the Middle-earth Alliance to the True Dragon.

"Letter of Appointment?" Zhenlong's face paled. He read the entire document over and over at least three times and said harshly, "What the hell is the Alliance doing? Why are they transferring me?"

Thunder Emperor snuffed out his cigarette, his expression darkening as he spoke, "Isn't this a good idea? The position of Vice Leader has been vacant for a long time, and with the war approaching, the Alliance needs another core figure. The Alliance Leader and the Councillors greatly admire your talent and have decided to make important contributions to you, so the Vice Leader position belongs to you, Lieyan. Don't object, I'm proud of you for receiving such a supreme honor."

"No, I'm not going." Zhenlong slammed the letter of appointment on the table. "I've already decided to dedicate everything to the Bright Group. I don't care about vice-leadership or any other honors!"

"Stop the bullshit!" Thunder Emperor roared, his forehead veins exposed. "As a member of the Alliance, your duty is to obey the orders of your superiors. Are you trying to disobey?" Thunder Emperor calmed down for a moment, lit another cigarette, and continued, "Brother, listen to me. Your current condition is not suitable for fighting on the front lines. You should stay in the rear and command the troops. There's a saying that goes, 'Strategies are won from afar.' Do you understand what I mean? I know you can't let go of everything here, but you can't ignore the safety of the Alliance because of your emotions. The Goddess of Light always told me this: Only by sacrificing small things for the greater good can you realize the value of your existence."

"What should I do?" Zhenlong was in a dilemma and couldn't make a decision at all.

"Honestly, I really don't want you to leave. No one can replace you as Chief of Staff. But we are all members of the Alliance after all. Their orders must be obeyed unconditionally. You should know the consequences of disobeying orders." Thunder Emperor said solemnly. "Don't hesitate. Let's go now. The official document states that you must arrive at the Middle-Earth Palace by this evening."

Zhenlong read the document again from beginning to end: the words were filled with military orders as heavy as a mountain, impossible to shirk or disobey. He withdrew the letter of appointment, his eyes a little dazed. He had never expected such a thing to happen. He wanted to fight on the battlefield with his brothers in the Bright Corps, to sacrifice his life and blood, even if he died in battle, how elegant and happy it would be! Zhenlong lowered his head, not feeling happy or proud about his upcoming role as deputy leader. On the contrary, he seemed very uneasy. He asked solemnly, "How confident are you that we can defeat Zi Ye?"

The Thunder Emperor took a deep drag on his cigarette and replied, "Don't worry about that. I'm going to win the first battle no matter what. This is the reputation of the Light Group!"

Seeing that Thunder Emperor was full of confidence, the True Dragon nodded and felt a little relieved.

"There may be assassins sent by Gangyi lurking in the city of Shengjia (the city where the Middle-earth Palace is located). You need someone to protect you. Let me leave Theresa, Sachildos and Bartolomeo to you." Thunder Emperor said generously.

The True Dragon shook his head and said, "No, even though I'm weak, I'm not someone that any random person can kill." He then stood up and said to the Thunder Emperor, "I'll be waiting for your victory report in the Middle-earth Palace!"

Thunder Emperor also stood up, stretched out his fist, and punched the real dragon, saying, "Don't worry!"