The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

"Your Highness, for this southward campaign, our Liao Dynasty has mobilized all 200,000 elite troops. His Majesty has also dispatched nearly 100,000 more troops from our border regions to assist us. They will arrive at the Jiangxi fortress soon. At this rate of marching speed, they will surely arrive before we begin the battle. This battle will determine whether our Liao Dynasty's entire eastern expedition can proceed smoothly, and it is also a crucial battle that will determine whether our Liao Dynasty can rise to power in one fell swoop and lay the foundation for its eternal hegemony! Therefore, we must win this battle!"

Gore's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement, and the soldiers behind him occasionally shouted "Victory is certain!" like wild beasts, which made everyone feel an overwhelming sense of exhilaration.

Xi Fenglie raised his sharp gaze, looking at the high-spirited soldiers ahead, a cold smile flashing across his stern face. "Our Liao's 200,000 Eagle Divisions are already a formidable force against their 300,000-strong allied army. We all desperately need this victory, especially Father Emperor. Recently, some noble tribes within the Shenxi region have been stirring up trouble. If we can win this battle and encircle and capture Hangu Pass, the rest will be up to you. I need to go back and deal with those unruly elements!"

Gore nodded. "Yes, Your Highness! Our army is at a critical moment. If His Majesty cannot suppress those tribes that want to take the opportunity to riot, we cannot be careless about the internal strife. I hope His Majesty can suppress this matter as much as possible for the time being, otherwise... it will indeed be a big problem."

“Those tribes have been kind to Father Emperor, and Father Emperor is reluctant to take action. But for a king to achieve hegemony, one must give up something in order to gain something. Father Emperor is too kind and weak. Otherwise, with Father Emperor’s great talent and strategy, our Western Continent would not have these future troubles.”

"Your Highness is right. Now that we have crushed the Tian Sheng-Da Yong coalition and captured Hangu Pass, our primary concern should be the Great Zhou. The Northern Emperor is known for his cunning and brilliant military tactics, and he doesn't play by the rules. It's illogical that the Great Zhou has remained aloof and indifferent during this great war between the three dynasties. Although he ordered the entire Great Zhou to recuperate beforehand, we cannot guarantee that he won't be secretly plotting and lying in wait for an opportunity!"

Gore thought for a moment, then couldn't help but remind him again.

Speaking of the Northern Emperor of the Great Zhou, Xi Fenglie's expression darkened, and his sharp eagle eyes became gloomy and uncertain. "The will of Heaven cannot be defied. If a battle with him is unavoidable in the future, this prince..."

"Your Highness is overthinking it. The five states are still in turmoil, and this old minister dares not speculate on the fate of the realm. However, this old minister believes that the situation will remain largely the same for the foreseeable future, unless there are any unexpected developments!"

"Lord Gore, the situation is always unpredictable. No one can guarantee what will happen next. How big and how wealthy is the Eastern Continent? I remember that, including the various dynasties, large and small, that once bordered the Central Continent, it was almost the entire territory of the Western Continent. Now..."

Upon hearing this, Gore was finally taken aback and was speechless.

……

Meanwhile, under the scorching sun, the Tiansheng-Dayong allied army, which had been marching for several days, was approaching the Jiangxi Plain. The nearly 300,000-strong army marched past like rolling waves, and their fluttering flags resembled swirling red clouds.

Most of Tian Sheng's more than 200,000 troops had previously suffered defeats under the sweeping iron cavalry of Xi Feng Lie and had witnessed firsthand the ferocity and bravery of Xi Feng Lie's Eagle Division. Therefore, knowing that they were about to face the attack of this terrifying force again, many soldiers were both shocked and afraid, and the morale of the entire army was somewhat low.

However, Sikong Jin was willing to use his 50,000 troops as the vanguard. Unlike the demoralized Tian Sheng army, the soldiers of Sikong Jin's legion were in excellent spirits. The Tian Sheng soldiers looked at Sikong Jin's legion ahead, only to see them sitting on their horses, chatting unhappily, occasionally taking a sip or two from their saddlebags, and humming something like, "I am looking up, above the moon—" "I want to fly higher, fly higher—" or something like, "Forward, forward, forward, our army marches towards the sun, treading on the land of our motherland..." It was a very strange song, and they were waving their whips as they sang it. The Tian Sheng soldiers were completely confused, and a few bold Tian Sheng soldiers couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"Hey bro, what kind of song are you guys singing? Who is our motherland? Who are our people?"

"You don't even know about your motherland? How utterly ignorant!"

"Exactly! A bumpkin! Nobody even knows who he is!"

"The motherland is like Lord Sikong's father, and the people are like Lord Sikong's mother!"

"What is a father? And what is a mother?"

"Uh... I forgot to ask the master what these two things are..."

The allied forces finally arrived at the east bank of the Jiangxi River in the Jiangxi Plain. The entire army was a vast, dark mass, their faces solemn and heavy as they gazed at the still empty plain opposite them—the agreed-upon location for the great battle was here. However, Xi Fenglie's army had not yet arrived, while previous scouts had already reported that Xi Fenglie's army had set up camp on the banks of the Jiangxi River, thirty miles away, the previous night.

The Jiangxi Plain, as it is called, is not actually an endless expanse of flat terrain. Tiansheng is a typical hilly area with gentle slopes, but as far as the eye can see, there are vast stretches of hills. The Jiangxi Plain is relatively gentle in slope, which is advantageous for cavalry warfare.

Xifenglie is quite good at choosing locations.

At this moment, the allied forces had stopped advancing, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of the West Wind Fierce Eagle Division.

At the front of the procession, under the faint morning light, Tuoba Yu and Sikong Jin stood on their horses. The morning breeze blew gently by, the flags fluttered, and their eyes were fixed on the horizon ahead.

"Report!"

Another scout brought back a report: "Your Highness, the Xifenglie army has already set off this way. They have nearly 300,000 troops, with 200,000 Eagle Division soldiers in the lead and nearly 100,000 troops following behind. They have crossbow formations as well as chariot formations, making a formidable force!"

Tuoba Yu nodded, a serious expression appearing on his handsome face. He suddenly looked calmly ahead and said in a deep voice, "Hmm, this style is indeed like Xi Fenglie. I've heard that he is proficient in tactics and uses troops like a god. I didn't expect that we would actually have to fight a tough battle with him today. I'm even looking forward to seeing who wins."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Sikong Jin, who stood to the side with a calm expression.