Lieyun City. The "kind man" Jiang Yan had met at the desert oasis—the general clad in heavy armor—had entered the city by some special means. The city was surrounded by the flames of war and on the verge of collapse.
"Chen Dai, reporting for duty. I pay my respects, General."
The man hurried a few steps forward, then dropped to one knee before a stern-faced, burly officer wreathed in Killing Intent. His expression was alight with excitement as he said:
"Your subordinate marched day and night. Thankfully, I haven't failed you or arrived too late."
To Chen Dai, the man before him was more than a superior in the army. He was also the benefactor who had personally raised him up.
So even knowing that Lieyun City was in dire straits and on the verge of falling, when another superior asked him, Chen Dai had still agreed without hesitation to lead his troops there.
A man would die for one who understood him!
Chen Tiande looked around, then reached out with his roughened hand and pulled the no-longer-young Nanyan Army general to his feet. His gaze was calm, but his voice softened a little.
"Good. Very good. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."
Chen Tiande could tell that the man before him was sincere and fervent, and that he truly had come to their rescue.
Chen Dai finally came down from his emotional high and regained some of his reason. He hurriedly asked:
"General, is Lieyun City truly impossible to defend?"
As he spoke, he stared intently at the other man.
Though many prominent figures had already passed judgment on the matter, Chen Dai truly couldn't bring himself to believe it. So much manpower and material had been poured in by Nanyan Prefecture—how could they still lose?
Chen Tiande closed