"Was Heize writing military strategies?" Liu Chengchao was slightly surprised. He caught a glimpse of the words above. "Isn't this the Thirty-Nine Strategies for Breaking the Wolves that Gun King Liu Xiu presented? To think it actually came from Heize's hand."
"The Thirty-Nine Strategies for Breaking the Wolves—the strategy of luring them with profit and slowly wiping out the Wolf Clan?
Dafeng never used this strategy, but many dynasties afterward did, and it proved remarkably effective.
Through trade, it curbed the north's development from the side and extinguished their killing intent."
"Heize truly defies expectations. In troubled times, he could become a regional warlord; in prosperous times, he could serve as a chief minister!"
"But there isn't much time left before the Wolf Clan invades Dafeng. Where is Heize's mighty army?"
Everyone was puzzled, yet filled with anticipation.
They knew that, at the speed the images were moving, it would not be long before they saw the Wolf Guard destroyed.
Yet before that, there had not been a single omen or a shred of exposed information.
That left them deeply bewildered.
What had they missed?
When had Heize truly bared his fangs?
In the image, candles burned within the shabby Blacksmith Shop, casting a dim yellow glow.
Heize looked at the young woman before him, a gentle smile on his face. "Xiangjun, running away is useless."
"But when the Wolf Clan invades, you'll die if you stay here!"
"With my homeland gone, my father gone, and my mother gone, where else can I go?"
A trace of sorrow appeared on Heize's face.
His shadow stretched long beneath the candlelight, making him look especially thin.
Like a wandering soul in this world, drifting without anchor.
"You can come to my home!" Jia Xiangjun gathered her courage. Hope filled her face as