The moment Great Zhou's armies began to move, they drew the attention of countless Jianghu people. The Imperial Court had been pressing down on them for so long, and now that an internal conflict was finally about to erupt, they would not exactly kick a man when he was down—but they were certainly happy to see it happen.
At the northwestern border, several cities had already been completely evacuated. The common people had been relocated to several major cities deep within the Northwest Circuit, while cities such as Feilong City had become the final line of defense in the northwest against Great Zhou's army.
At present, the Northwest Army under Su Xin numbered only three hundred thousand in total, and in terms of elite strength, they could not compare to the Great Zhou elites stationed along the Golden Tent Khanate border.
However, what decided a war was not merely the number of low-level martial artists. At the level of Su Xin and the others, the existence of those at the very top was the key to determining victory or defeat.
With the great army bearing down on the border, Ji Wuling walked through the air and looked coldly at Su Xin atop the city walls. "Su Xin, for the sake of all these years that Great Zhou has nurtured you, surrender without resistance.
"Otherwise, once war begins, whether it is your Northwest Circuit or Great Zhou's subordinates, countless lives will be reduced to ashes. Do you truly wish to see such needless casualties occur?"
Su Xin sneered and retorted, "Great Zhou did not nurture me for nothing all these years. How many glorious achievements have I, Su Xin, established for Great Zhou? That is plain for all to see!
"During the last invasion of Great Zhou by the Golden Tent