Troops March from Kyoto, Follow Me North!

Yu Ke had already made his decision. He slowly raised his head.

His deep gaze scrutinized the three advancing armies on the map.

First, Stone Province had become the focal point.

Han-Chu had joined forces and raised their armies three days ago. Four hundred thousand troops, black clouds pressing down upon the city, were rapidly closing in on Stone Province.

Yet there, Great Qing had only ten thousand defenders fighting alone. The situation was hanging by a thread.

Second was the border of Yun Prefecture in the Northern Region.

This place bordered the lands of the North Wind and likewise faced the threat of four hundred thousand troops.

As a result, although the Lu Family Army still had two hundred thousand iron cavalry in the Northern Region, they found it difficult to break away and provide aid for various reasons.

Last was Jingyang.

The three hundred thousand iron cavalry of Qianyuan Territory had crossed Hexi and joined the one hundred and fifty thousand elite troops under Zhou Xuan. The two torrents had merged into an army of four hundred and fifty thousand, galloping toward Jingyang.

Within Jing Prefecture, however, there were only thirty thousand defenders. Facing such an enormous enemy, they were no different from eggs striking a stone.

The three armies totaled one million two hundred thousand men, like three great mountains weighing heavily upon everyone's hearts.

Facing such a desperate situation, all the generals held their breath. Their gazes converged upon Yu Ke as they awaited his military orders.

Feng Haiping was the first to rise, his voice firm.

"Junior Guardian, please give the order!"

The other generals rose one after another as well, clasping their fists and shouting in unison.

"Please give the order, Junior Guardian!"

For a moment—

Surging battle intent rose in the heart of