All along, Chi Damu and the dignitaries of the Northern Barbarians had held Great Yan in contempt.
They believed Great Yan's allotted fortune had run dry. Though it abounded in talented people, none were given important posts, leaving it no hope of rising again.
But ever since Emperor Jing, the Son of Heaven, had taken personal control of the government, recalled veteran ministers such as Sun Chenzong, and vigorously recruited talent, Great Yan had visibly gained the strength to threaten the Northern Barbarians.
The Heavenly Khagan's decision to send troops into You Province and aid Liang Qian was a move on the chessboard: bolster a force that could keep Great Yan in check and prevent its resurgence.
At first, everything had gone smoothly. They had taken You Province and Bing Province without trouble, but that was as far as their success went. Ever since Liang Qian's Left Grand Camp had been annihilated in Qingzhou, the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. Though Liang Qian had ascended the throne only five months ago, Great Yan's armies had already captured more than half of Bing Province.
And almost every major battle bore traces of Zhao Feng's involvement.
Sun Chenzong devised strategies within his command tent and secured victories a thousand miles away, while Zhao Feng was his most effective executor and participant.
All these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, sending a chill through him despite the lack of cold.
But his expression immediately turned cold and sinister again.
"I still have fifteen thousand men and experts from the Demon Sect to support me. Today will be the day you die, Zhao Feng!"
"Pass down my orders! Advance the center army and pin down their shield formation. Split off troops from the rear army and send them