Infiltrating the world of cultivation

It can be said that the entire nation is now involved in the war. The entire Wei state is united as one, and even the King of Yunnan has dispatched a large part of his army to the north to provide support.

Internal strife, no matter how much, still makes people one family. But the Zhao state is different; the people of Zhao are invaders from a foreign tribe. The Wei state might even face the crisis of national extinction.

The late emperor told Nangong Zhentian that he must guard the northern gateway of Wei, the Northern Prefecture.

Even if the capital is in danger, we cannot march south to defend the emperor. The Wei state may perish, but the nation cannot.

This means that even if the State of Wei is destroyed by an uprising, Nangong Zhentian cannot go back. What kind of decisiveness and wisdom does this require?

With the addition of supporting mixed forces, the number of mercenaries in the Northern Kingdom County is 300,000. Although this is still somewhat less than the 800,000-strong army, it is much stronger than the previous ratio of one to eight.

Nangong Wentian summoned everyone to discuss strategies for repelling the enemy, and Wang Chao was also present.

If what the dynasty said is true, then there is a terrifying weapon in the Zhao camp.

With that cultivator present, it wouldn't be impossible for him to destroy the city walls. Once the walls collapsed, the Zhao army would be able to advance unimpeded.

The State of Wei may face the crisis of national annihilation!

"This battle will inevitably evolve from a defensive siege into a direct confrontation. The Zhao army has cultivators, and once they break through the city gates..."

An army of 800,000 will march straight in, conquer the northern prefectures, and then advance southwards, heading straight for the capital!

Nangong Wentian used a sand table to demonstrate military tactics and analyze the current situation for everyone.

Among the crowd, only Zuo Qiuzhen could get a word in edgewise. Before going to the Nanshan Spirit Mine, he was also a general, a disciple of the White-Robed National Preceptor Li Wenshu, so his military expertise was naturally not bad.

After much deliberation, we decided to defend the eight-hundred-mile-long Heavenly Wall to the death.

The Eight Hundred Li Heavenly Wall is a natural barrier, possessing a strategic geographical advantage, allowing it to remain invincible by virtue of its treacherous terrain.

However, the key question is: who will stop the cultivators from the Zhao Kingdom?

“Cultivators should not participate in mortal battles, but the cultivators of Zhao have violated this rule.”

However, we cannot contact the cultivators, nor can we sue him, so we have no choice but to endure it!

Zuo Qiuzhen frowned. He also knew some inside information: cultivators were not allowed to participate in mortal affairs.

“I have a daughter who is also a cultivator, but unfortunately, she hasn’t returned home for three years.”

Nangong Zhentian's eyes were slightly red; clearly, the words "cultivator" had stirred up his memories.

It's not hard to tell from his words that his daughter is also a cultivator!

“My sister Nangong Qingyu was my childhood playmate. Unfortunately, eight years ago, she was chosen by a cultivation sect to cultivate the method of immortality. It has been a long time since we last met.”

The Third Prince naturally knew who Nangong Zhentian's daughter was; he was a member of the upper class and knew her like the back of his hand.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chao's eyelids twitched. Nangong Qingyu? Could it be such a coincidence?

I still remember that stunning woman who gifted me the bunny bottle, gazing at the moon from the railing, her eyes sparkling with divine grace.

I wonder if she's even using the bra I gave her?

"I think this is inappropriate. If it weren't for that cultivator, holding the city gates would be a good approach. But now, the enemy has overwhelming combat power."

If the Eight Hundred Li Heavenly Wall falls, Zhao's 800,000-strong army will be able to advance unimpeded, and Wei may face the crisis of national annihilation.

Based on my observation, we can launch a large-scale attack and set up an ambush three kilometers outside the Heavenly Wall, at the narrow pass, to deplete their manpower.

The location is very narrow, so only 100,000 troops need to be sent. These 100,000 troops must be a fierce and fearless army, because eight or nine out of ten will not be able to return.

Then, the 200,000-strong army occupied the 800-li Tianbi, using the strategic terrain to block the enemy outside Tianbi.

At that time, the cultivator from Zhao will definitely make an appearance, and someone will need to step forward to stop him.

On the Tianbi cliff, rolling stones were used to harass and wear down the Zhao state's fighting strength for the second time.

If we can defeat the cultivators of Zhao, we can defend the eight-hundred-mile-long Heavenly Wall. If we cannot, the army will retreat and set up an ambush in the Yingshan area.

The terrain here is treacherous, making it difficult to utilize numerical superiority. If the Wei soldiers are fearless and willing to die, they can hold off the enemy.

At that time, the military strength of the two countries will be roughly equal; the most crucial battle will be fought against that cultivator from the Zhao Kingdom!

When Wang Chao finished speaking, he found himself in complete silence. Looking up, he saw everyone staring at him in shock.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Am I wrong?"

The dynasty made everyone a little uneasy. Wasn't this a very normal arrangement?

"Master Wang is a man of great talent; I am no match for him."

Nangong Zhentian's tone subtly conveyed a sense of admiration.

Zuo Qiuzhen was also somewhat surprised. He had previously thought that Wang Chao was a cultivator with strong willpower, possessing innate spiritual roots and being diligent and hardworking.

Unexpectedly, the dynasty also possessed such expertise in military strategy.

The Third Prince also admired the Dynasty's talent. Among the younger generation, he considered himself a genius, unmatched by anyone.

But the appearance of the dynasty made him change his mind. From the time in the capital when the dynasty helped him and Atao get together, to the current grand strategy, the talent that the dynasty has shown is indeed extraordinary.

In fact, it wasn't that the dynasty was particularly talented, nor that the ancient books and scriptures of China were particularly advanced.

Rather, it is a collision of two civilizations, a natural phenomenon. Perhaps only China has this cultural foundation.

Few countries in the world can compare to China, whose culture, dating back thousands of years, still offers a unique and enjoyable experience when read today.

Abroad, books from five years ago are rarely bought because they are considered outdated and no longer relevant to today's society.

This is a characteristic of Chinese culture: we don't speak easily, but when we do, our words are sure to be passed down.

Outside the 800-li-long Heavenly Wall, there is a narrow canyon three kilometers away.

The Zhao army advanced slowly. They had traveled this road countless times, and today they would end the nearly century-long standoff.

The black-robed Taoist priest was furious about what happened yesterday and decided to break through the eight-hundred-mile-long heavenly barrier. At that time, the Zhao Kingdom's eight hundred thousand-strong army would be able to move freely.

"Immortal, what do you need me to do after we reach that eight-hundred-mile-long celestial wall?"

The golden-armored general asked a question, completely unaware that a fly had swarmed behind him and landed on the tail of his warhorse.

This is a miniature detector, released by the Dynasty.

"No preparation needed... Huh?"

The black-robed Taoist suddenly raised an eyebrow, as if he had discovered something.

Three kilometers away, in a hidden bunker within the Eight Hundred Li Heavenly Wall, Wang Chao saw that the surveillance footage was beginning to blur—the surrounding magnetic field had changed! The cultivator in the black Taoist robe had discovered it!

Wang Chao made a quick decision and decisively pressed the detonator.

Thud! Whoosh!

With a sound like a firecracker exploding, the golden-armored general's warhorse went out of control, rearing up and throwing the unprepared general off the horse.

Meanwhile, among the troops lying in ambush at Yixiantian, the little bee inside a large bell also exploded.

The people lying in ambush on both sides suddenly began to throw stones at a large scale.

"The battle begins!"

Wang Chao spoke softly, his brows slightly furrowed. He was worried about the upcoming battle. The black-robed Taoist's spiritual senses were far too sharp; he feared a fierce battle was about to unfold.

The dynasty was prepared to retreat. If he were the dynasty, he would have stayed to fight alongside them. But he was not the dynasty; he was the spark of China's 1.8 billion people.

As long as the flame remains, there is hope. His life is not his own, so he cannot die.

Nangong Zhentian, standing atop the 800-mile-long Heavenly Wall, could not see what lay three kilometers away. Seeing the dynasty's unwavering resolve, he did not ask any further questions.

At this moment, Wang Chao also realized that the best way to defend a city was to use a combination of weapons. He found his previous, unnecessary training methods laughable.