We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The cold wind was howling, the snowflakes were like knives, and there was deathly silence on the icy and snowy battlefield.

Jin Yihuan, accompanied by a dozen personal soldiers, walked slowly towards the center of the battlefield through the thick snow.

His gaze passed through the dancing snowflakes and fell on a copper pot in the distance.

The charcoal fire was blazing, the soup in the pot was bubbling, and the hot steam rose in the cold air, forming a hazy mist.

Prince Feng Li Che sat next to the copper pot, wearing a thick fox fur coat, holding a chopstick in his hand, gently stirring the soup in the pot.

Beside him, there were only three followers standing quietly.

Li Che's expression was calm, even a little leisurely, as if this was not a battlefield but his own courtyard.

Jin Yihuan paused slightly and frowned.

A wave of doubt and even disbelief surged in his heart.

He never expected that the dignified King Feng would dare to meet him in this snowy place with only three followers.

This almost arrogant self-confidence made Jin Yihuan feel uneasy for a while.

If I suddenly attack, can I capture this King Feng on the spot?

His fingers moved slightly, and the personal soldiers behind him immediately understood. Their hands had already quietly pressed on the hilt of the sword, waiting for his order to capture Li Che on the spot.

Just as Jin Yihuan was wavering, the prince in front of him suddenly raised his head and his eyes stayed on him for a moment.

Then he smiled slightly, picked up a frozen leg of lamb, and handed it to the follower beside him:

"Aqiang, this leg of lamb is too big to cut, help me break it apart."

The sturdy man reached out to take the leg of lamb, holding both ends with both hands, and exerted slight force without changing his expression.

The whole leg of lamb broke in half in an instant, as easily as breaking a twig.

Jin Yihuan's eyes suddenly became much clearer.

Is this a human? A thick lamb leg can be broken apart easily, so breaking a human leg wouldn't take much effort either.

No wonder King Feng is so arrogant since he has such brave warriors protecting him.

Li Che took the two pieces of lamb legs and looked at Jin Yihuan again, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

He suddenly threw the two lamb legs back and shouted, "This lamb is a bit tough. Dasong, Xiaosong, here's your reward."

The leg of lamb drew two arcs in the air.

"Ouch!"

Before they landed on the ground, two huge black shadows suddenly jumped out of the snow. With a low roar, two huge tigers jumped out of the snow and caught the lamb's leg accurately.

When the tiger landed, snowflakes flew everywhere and the ground shook.

They lay at Li Che's feet, lowering their heads to gnaw on the lamb legs. Although their movements were ferocious, they seemed unusually docile.

One of the slightly larger tigers suddenly raised its head, and its golden pupils swept coldly towards Jin Yihuan. Its gaze was like a knife, as if it could penetrate his soul.

Jin Yihuan felt a chill running up his spine from the soles of his feet, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. The handle of the knife in his hand also loosened a little involuntarily.

This time, his eyes were completely clear.

Kim Eui-hwan was born into a prominent Goryeo family. He often participated in hunting and had a certain understanding of wild beasts.

The look in this tiger's eyes is too terrifying...it has definitely killed and even eaten humans!

The personal guards behind him were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They took a few steps back and the knives in their hands almost fell out of their hands.

Jin Yihuan suppressed the fear in his heart and managed to keep his body steady.

Those are tigers. In the country of the Koreans, they are the strongest creatures in the world!

Because they are so powerful, some people even deify them and regard them as mountain gods.

He was actually able to tame two tigers to serve him. Could it be that this King Feng was truly not an ordinary person?!

Li Che still had a smile on his face, as if everything that had just happened was just a casual act.

He patted Xiaosong's head gently and said calmly: "General, don't be nervous. They are just hungry and will not hurt anyone."

Hearing Li Che's words, Jin Yihuan's eyelids twitched.

It won't hurt people, but it will eat people, right?

Jin Yihuan swallowed his saliva, trying to keep his face calm, but his voice was trembling:

"Prince Feng is truly unfathomable. He can even tame such a ferocious beast. It is truly admirable."

Li Che smiled, his eyes softening: "Although wild beasts are fierce, they also know how to be loyal. As long as you give them enough trust and food, they will become the most reliable partners."

"General Jin, what do you think?"

Jin Yihuan was startled, knowing that there was something else behind Li Che's words.

"Well, it's so cold and snowy, General, why don't you sit down and drink a bowl of hot soup, eat some mutton, and warm yourself up?" Li Che said gently.

Jin Yihuan looked at the handsome and gentle young prince in front of him and found it hard to associate him with the brutal King Feng.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly walked to the copper pot and sat down.

His personal soldiers stood behind him vigilantly, their hands never leaving the hilts of their swords, their eyes glancing at the two tigers, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"May I ask your name, General?"

Jin Yihuan folded his hands and said, "I am Jin Yihuan."

"Oh, General Jin." Li Che smiled lightly, "Your subordinates seem very nervous?"

Jin Yihuan glanced behind him and saw his guards trembling. He frowned slightly and said, "It's just because of the cold weather that their hands and feet are shaking."

Li Che smiled and did not expose it. He asked Qiu Bai to serve Jin Yihuan a bowl of hot soup and handed it to him.

Seeing Jin Yihuan's hesitation, Li Che picked up a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth.

"They all came from the same pot. If it's poisonous, wouldn't I be poisoned too?" Li Che said calmly, "Besides, I don't bother to do such a despicable thing as poisoning."

Jin Yihuan nodded and took a sip of the mutton soup.

The hot air hit my face, and the fresh and salty soup entered my stomach, dispelling some of the coldness.

"What is General Jin's plan next?" Li Che asked.

Jin Yihuan said in a deep voice: "What does your highness want?"

"Don't tell me you can't see that this battle is already over." Li Che said with a faint smile, "The weapon attacking your city wall is called artillery, and the army still has thousands of shells needed."

"The weapon that killed all your cavalry is called a musket. It only requires a small bullet and can be used repeatedly."

"If I am willing, I can just bombard one place after another and blow a hole in Anton City. What can you do to stop me?"

Jin Yihuan's hand trembled slightly, and a few drops of hot soup in the bowl splashed out, fell on the snow, and instantly froze into ice.

Anger flashed in his eyes, and his voice turned cold: "Prince Feng, are you asking me to betray Goryeo?"

"Is General Jin willing?" Li Che did not deny it, his tone remained calm: "It can't be said to be betrayal, but it is choosing a wiser path."

"The people of Goryeo need stability, not endless war. As their general, shouldn't you consider them?"

Jin Yihuan said angrily: "Didn't you, the King of Feng, start the war?"

Li Che pulled at the fox fur coat on his body and said, "The owner of this fox fur coat died in the court of your Goryeo capital."

"He was less than thirty years old and had a bright future ahead of him, yet he died in a foreign country under unclear circumstances. You should know this."

"What's more, Goryeo is a vassal state of Daqing. If I lead my army into Goryeo, what qualifications do you have to resist?"

Jin Yihuan remained silent.

“In fact, war is just a continuation of politics. I came here not to destroy Goryeo, but to rule Goryeo.

You are a minister of Goryeo, so you should be aware of how corrupt the Goryeo court is now, right?

Such a court cannot stop the army of Feng State. When I take over Liujing, I will also need a group of capable officials to help me govern this land.

It is true that you are a loyal minister, but are you loyal to the King of Goryeo, or are you loyal to the people of Goryeo, and to this land?"

Yihuan was silent for a long time, and the bowl of soup in his hand gradually cooled down.

His eyes swept across the battlefield in the distance, where there was still deathly silence, with only the howling wind and snow.

There were corpses of Goryeo soldiers on the ground. Li Che did not insult them, but gathered them together neatly and collected them.

Finally, Jin Yihuan slowly put down the soup bowl and stood up: "Prince Feng, I appreciate your kindness. But I, Jin Yihuan, am a Korean in life and a Korean ghost in death."

"There's no way I'd betray my country!"

Li Che's expression remained calm, with a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He sighed softly, stood up, and patted the snowflakes on his fox fur coat. "Since that's the case, I won't say any more. I'll just tell you one last thing."

"If there is not enough food in the city, you can always send people here, and I can provide you with food."

Jin Yihuan widened his eyes in disbelief. He could not see any falsehood on Li Che's face.

He really wanted to provide himself with food.

"Prince Feng! What exactly are you going to do?" Jin Yihuan whispered, "What tricks do you have?!"

Li Che shook his head: "What trick? I just don't want to starve the future subjects of Fengguo to death."

Although there are few people in Andong City, there are still tens of thousands of them.

What Li Che wanted was a complete Andong City, not a dead city.

The Korean people in the city are all excellent labor force, they are more valuable than this city!

"Alright, take the bodies of your soldiers back. I won't order an attack during this time."

After saying that, Li Che turned and left, followed closely by his three followers.

Their figures gradually disappeared in the wind and snow, leaving only the copper pot, still steaming in the cold wind.

Jin Yihuan stood there, staring at the direction where Li Che left, but his heart seemed to be weighed down by a huge rock.

A guard whispered, "General, this Prince Feng seems to be a good person. Judging from his words and actions, he is much more benevolent than the emperor in Liujing."

Jin Yihuan suddenly looked at him, and the latter immediately lowered his head guiltily.

Jin Yihuan sighed deeply, his eyes full of responsibility.

It is even more tragic to see the enemy's monarch being wise and powerful compared to one's own monarch being incompetent.