Great Zhou Wensheng

Chapter 238 Divine-Level Imperial Envoy! [Holding the imperial staff in the clouds, when will Feng Tang be sent?]

The Snow Wolf King was leading the main force of the Snow Wolf Kingdom, numbering 90,000, like a black mountain range stretching to the horizon, carrying the force of destruction, slowly pressing towards Mizhou City.

Although the soaring national spirit that had previously swept through his heart cast a shadow of gloom.

But at this moment, the brutality and greed of conquering enemy cities and plundering their wealth have gained the upper hand.

It firmly believes that, faced with an overwhelming numerical advantage, any human spells or magic will be crushed to dust under the iron hooves of the wolf army.

However, at this moment——

"Report! Your Majesty! Disaster! An utter disaster!"

A wolf scout crawled out of the dust ahead, terrified, almost falling in front of the Snow Wolf King's riders, his voice distorted by extreme fear:
"The eldest prince... His Highness the eldest prince... was killed by Jiang Xingzhou and Xue Chonghu of the human race, who led a thousand cavalrymen!"
Ten thousand vanguard wolf riders... completely wiped out!

This news was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in the ears of the Snow Wolf King!

Its massive, mountain-like body trembled violently, and the giant ice wolf beneath it was startled by the sudden burst of ferocity, letting out an uneasy low howl.

The Snow Wolf King's crimson eyes suddenly narrowed to needle points, fixing their gaze on the trembling scout beneath its feet.

"What did you say?!"

Its voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from a deep, frozen abyss, and the suppressed rage within it was enough to incinerate the heavens and destroy the earth.

It couldn't believe it, it couldn't accept it! Its most valiant and promising heir, leading ten thousand elite wolf warriors to pursue a mere thousand remnants of the human army... how could they possibly be annihilated in one fell swoop, even suffering a complete wipeout?!
"It is absolutely true... Your Majesty!"

The scout was sobbing uncontrollably, almost collapsing to the ground, his voice broken by extreme fear, "That human scholar... summoned the spirit of an ancient divine general, Sun Quan, the ruler of Eastern Wu during the Three Kingdoms period!"

Just one strike... only one strike!

The eldest prince and several demon lords... all... vanished into thin air!

"Ouch——!!!"

The Snow Wolf King looked up and let out a mournful howl that tore through the sky, its roar filled with heart-wrenching pain and heaven-burning rage!
The deafening sound spread outwards, causing the weaker wolf soldiers around to bleed from their ears and noses, and they all prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The pain of losing a child is excruciating! The utter disgrace is overwhelming!

Its only heir, on whom it placed its hopes, died so wretchedly and so contemptuously—in a pursuit it was determined to win, the human race, whom it regarded as worthless, was annihilated on the spot by such supernatural means!
"River! Sailing! Boat!"

Xue! Chong! Hu!

The Snow Wolf King roared, each word dripping with blood, every syllable filled with bloodthirsty hatred. Its raging demonic energy could no longer be suppressed; it surged into the sky, transforming into a blood-red vortex that dyed the clouds a hideous dark crimson!

"A mere thousand cavalrymen... dared to kill my heir and slaughter my vanguard! This grudge cannot be washed away even by the waters of the Three Rivers and Five Lakes!"

The last shred of reason, and the remaining apprehension towards the Zhenguo Wenqi, were now completely consumed by overwhelming hatred.

At this moment, only one thought remained in its mind—

revenge!

They will grind Mizhou City into dust, and tear the humans in the city—especially Jiang Xingzhou and Xue Chonghu—to pieces, chewing their bones and gnawing their hearts!

"The whole army obeys the order!"

The Snow Wolf King's voice, like thunder, swept across the wasteland, echoing to every corner of the wolf army: "Target—Mizhou City! At all costs, crush this city! Massacre the city for three days! For the blood hatred of my son!"

"Roar! Avenge the King! Avenge the Crown Prince!"

"Slaughter all humans!"

"Flatten Mizhou! Leave not a single blade of grass behind!"

The 90,000-strong wolf army was ignited by this devastating news and the wolf king's unleashed fury; a vengeful savagery burned in every pair of scarlet wolf eyes. They bared their fangs, howled to the sky, and their deafening, bloodthirsty roars coalesced into a destructive wave!

"kill--!"

The Snow Wolf King held nothing back, charging ahead and transforming into a blood-red afterimage as it raced towards Mizhou City!

Behind them, the 90,000 wolf soldiers surged forth like a black, raging tide, carrying with them a brutal ferocity capable of crushing everything in their path, sweeping across the land!

The earth groaned under the hooves of hundreds of thousands of wolves, dust rose and obscured the sun, and the sky darkened.

This torrent of vengeance is determined to wipe the city ahead and all living beings in it from this world!

On the city wall, the defending troops, who had just witnessed Sun Quan slaying a general and his thousand cavalry breaking through the enemy lines, had no time to cheer when they felt a terrifying wave of energy coming from the distant horizon.

“Dong dong dong dong——!”

The warning drums beat wildly, each beat striking the heart with a urgent, life-or-death pressure.

On the watchtower, the sentry, his face ashen, screamed hoarsely, "The Wolf King... it's the Snow Wolf King leading the main force! Ninety thousand... a full ninety thousand wolf soldiers are pressing in!"

"They've gone mad—they're going to massacre the entire city!"

The atmosphere on the city wall suddenly froze, as if plunged into an ice cave. Every breath was heavy as iron, and every gaze was fixed on the distant black tide that swallowed the heavens and the earth.

Jiang Xingzhou gazed at the approaching wolf army, his eyes remaining calm, only his fingers tightening slightly.

"Finally... they've all arrived."

The wilderness below the city has been transformed into a blood-red inferno.

The divine general Sun Quan, imbued with a resplendent imperial aura, charged through the routed wolf army as if it were nothing. Each swing of his ancient sword stirred up a storm of blood and gore; wherever his emerald eyes swept, the wolves trembled and fled in terror!

He charged in and out seven times, invincible in every way, single-handedly tearing apart the wolf army's vanguard formation and terrifying the enemy.

However, the spirits gathered by literary talent ultimately have their limits.

As the Snow Wolf King led his 90,000-strong main force, radiating overwhelming demonic energy, approached, Sun Quan's body began to flash with golden light, like a candle flickering in the wind. His mount, "Fast Voyager," let out a mournful neigh, its majestic form gradually becoming transparent.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, this emperor of Eastern Wu, who transcends time and space, stares intently toward Mizhou City, as if trying to etch this blood-soaked land into his very being.

In the end, he transformed into a sky full of golden light, like fireflies scattering into the twilight, completely dissolving beneath the sky interwoven with blood and fire.

The heroic spirits summoned by the poem of national defense, having exhausted their spiritual power, returned to the world.

At the same time, Xue Chonghu's thousand Iron Mountain cavalry completed the final mopping-up operation against the routed army.

Protected by the "Radiant Armor" imbued with the literary spirit of "Jiang Cheng Zi," they were like tigers among wolves, each one fighting ten against one, slaughtering the vanguard of ten thousand wolf soldiers under the First Prince. The battlefield was littered with mountains of corpses, tattered banners hung low in the smoke, a scene of utter carnage.

However, behind the glorious victory, a cruel price has already been paid.

Xue Chonghu stood still on his horse, his chest heaving violently, sweat and blood mingling as they streamed down his cheeks. The literary aura around him dissipated like the receding tide, and the illusory image of the "Flowing Light Illusion Armor" that had once provided unparalleled protection flickered for a few breaths before finally shattering.

The continuous charges had exhausted the last bit of strength he and his soldiers had.

He looked around and saw over a thousand Iron Mountain cavalrymen, all covered in blood, their armor tattered, their horses foaming at the mouth, their hooves trembling, barely able to stand. Although they had achieved the remarkable feat of defeating ten thousand with a thousand cavalrymen, they were now at their last gasp, their strength waning.

"General! The Wolf King's main force—is less than ten miles away!"

The scout's voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed panic.

Xue Chonghu's heart sank, and he looked into the distance.

At the juncture of heaven and earth, a black tide surged, and smoke and dust obscured the sky. Ninety thousand wolf soldiers, with the force to crush mountains and rivers, rolled in like black clouds destroying cities!
Ninety thousand well-rested and vigorous troops faced off against this exhausted and depleted remnant army...

The outcome is self-evident.

"Retreat! Retreat back to the city immediately!"

Xue Chonghu suppressed his surging blood and roared the order in a hoarse voice. There was no room for hesitation at this moment; every breath was a matter of life and death.

Upon receiving the order, the remaining thousand cavalrymen immediately helped their wounded comrades to their feet, spurred their nearly exhausted warhorses, and charged desperately toward the city gate that symbolized their last chance for survival. Their figures, against the backdrop of the black tide of troops sweeping across the sky behind them, appeared as small as a few small boats on a raging storm.

On the city walls, the brief cheers had long been replaced by a deathly silence.

The joy of victory, barely warmed, was completely frozen by a deeper chill.

Minister of War Tang Xiujin, his hair and beard bristling, shouted sternly, "Quickly! Rescue Prefect Xue and bring him into the city! All archers, cock them! Wenxiu, take your positions! The decisive battle begins now!"

"Boom--!"

The earth groaned. The main force of the 90,000 wolf clan members, like primordial beasts breaking free of their shackles, carrying the deep-seated hatred of the Snow Wolf King for losing his son, transformed into an endless tide of death, surging towards the lonely city.

The soaring demonic aura and bloody killing intent intertwined, forming a terrifying pressure that chilled the heart and liver, like an invisible giant hand gripping the entire city of Mizhou.

The Snow Wolf King, with its mountain-like massive body, led the way, its scarlet pupils burning with a frenzied flame, its eyes fixed on the figure of the scholar in blue robes outside the city gate.

It roared to the heavens, a sound that ripped through the sky, its roar filled with a bone-chilling resentment:

"Jiang Xingzhou! Xue Chonghu! Prepare to die! Today, I, the King, will leave not a blade of grass in this city of Mizhou, and I will make every blood debt pay for it!"

Just as Xue Chonghu led his exhausted cavalry of over a thousand men in a desperate retreat, under the overwhelming shadow of death behind them, at the critical moment when the hearts of those on the city wall were taut with tension on the verge of breaking—

Jiang Xingzhou, which had been standing still like a pine tree and a rock, finally moved.

He remained firmly standing three miles in front of the city gate, his figure not retreating in the slightest, facing the overwhelming black tide alone.

The north wind howled, whipping up his thin blue robe, the sleeves fluttering, making his figure appear like a pillar in the middle of the stream, standing alone and resolute before the destructive torrent.

His gaze swept over the soldiers who had returned from the brink of death, nearly exhausted. A deep pity flashed in his eyes, which quickly turned into a steadfast determination.

He slowly raised his right hand, fingers pointing as if holding a brush to record history, the literary energy flowing from his fingertips once more. His clear, resonant recitation pierced the roar of the battlefield, echoing distinctly between heaven and earth; it was the second half of "Jiang Cheng Zi: Hunting in Mizhou":
"After drinking, my heart is full of courage. Even if my temples are slightly frosted, what's the harm?"

The moment the words were uttered, heaven and earth resonated with them!

Above the sky, the gradually dissipating literary aura and starlight were summoned and gathered again, transforming into a rain of light and sweet dew containing boundless vitality and pure literary energy, which fell down and accurately enveloped Xue Chonghu and his thousand iron cavalry!
"Om-!"

The moment the literary essence was poured down, it was as if a divine wine from the heavens had been poured over my head!

A powerful force, as scorching as strong liquor yet as gentle as a spring, instantly flowed into the nearly exhausted meridians of every soldier. The weariness and pain that had seeped into their very bones melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the sun.

Instead, he felt a burning heat, like the aftermath of a hearty drink, a surge of courage and boiling blood! An unprecedented power surged from his dantian to every limb, as if every pore was bursting with soaring fighting spirit. Xue Chonghu, who was at the forefront, felt a jolt throughout his body. His nearly exhausted dantian was replenished with each breath, his literary energy surging and flowing, even surpassing his prime! The few strands of white at his temples, nourished by his literary energy, did not appear old, but rather, like a cold blade reflecting snow, revealed the resolute insight of a veteran general and the burning passion of "an old steed in its stall still aspires to gallop a thousand miles"!

"What...what kind of life-saving power is this?!"

Xue Chonghu gripped his longsword tightly, feeling the surging power within him in disbelief. He suddenly looked at the figure in green robes who still stood steadily in front of him, his tiger eyes filled with shock and awe.

"It's all thanks to Lord Jiang's literary talent and good fortune!"

"My strength is back! My wounds have healed!"

"Brothers! Follow the governor back and crush the wolf formation!"

In an instant, the thousand-plus cavalrymen were transformed, their eyes flashing like lightning, their momentum unstoppable. Their wounds healed rapidly, and their warhorses were revitalized, rearing up and neighing, turning their heads to charge the enemy lines once more!

On the city wall, the almost stagnant oppression was violently torn apart by this miraculous reversal!

"Wonderful! The second half of the poem is a masterpiece of rejuvenation, inspiring the warriors!"

Du Zining clapped his hands and exclaimed in surprise, his eyes blazing with fervor, "A poem that can protect the nation, possessing both the might of breaking through the army and the merit of rebirth, Minister Jiang's literary skill is almost on par with the Way of Heaven!"

"In the heat of battle, he was able to revive an exhausted army... Such a feat is truly unfathomable!"

Zhang Xu took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "With Vice Minister Jiang in charge, this Thousand Iron Mountain Cavalry is practically immortal!"

Minister of War Tang Xiujin finally loosened his clenched fist, exhaled a long breath, and looked down at the figure in blue below the city with indescribable satisfaction and admiration: "Well done! What a wonderful 'even drunk, one's heart and courage remain open'! This poem and this scene truly show that Heaven has blessed the northern border of our Great Zhou!"

At this moment, Xue Chonghu had led his troops to retreat to the drawbridge at the city gate.

However, he suddenly pulled on the reins, and the warhorse reared up, letting out a magnificent neigh.

He turned his horse around to face the surging black tide, slammed his longsword down heavily, the blade pointing directly at the Wolf King's central banner, his voice booming like a bell, drowning out the sound of ten thousand horses galloping:
"Sons of Great Zhou! Lord Jiang bestowed upon us new life with his literary talent, how can we fail him? Hiding in the city will only allow those wolves to laugh at our Great Zhou for having no one! Today, on this very ground beneath the city walls, with my own flesh and blood, I will build another wall that will strike fear into the hearts of those wolves!"

"I am willing to fight to the death with the general!!"

The roar of a thousand iron cavalrymen converged into an invisible shock that soared into the sky, even causing the clouds above to pause!
Their eyes burned with a fierce battle ignited by their literary spirit. Their previous fatigue and dejection were swept away, replaced by a murderous aura that was three times stronger than at the beginning of the charge!
Jiang Xingzhou's stroke of genius not only brought a cavalry unit on the verge of collapse back to its peak, but also ignited the morale of the entire army to a boiling point!

In the distance, the Snow Wolf King watched in horror as the thousand enemy cavalrymen who should have been slaughtered were miraculously reborn. Enraged, his eyes widened in fury, and he roared to the sky, a roar filled with rage and humiliation: "My sons! Crush these ants! Use their blood to appease the souls of my fallen children!"

Upon receiving the order, the 90,000 wolf soldiers charged forward with three times the speed, like a destructive black tsunami, rushing madly towards the lone thousand cavalrymen below the city who had straightened their backs again! The distance was rapidly closing!
Just as the thousand cavalrymen were filled with fervor and their morale was at its peak, Jiang Xingzhou's chanting did not stop.

His gaze was distant, as if piercing through the smoke and fire of war before him, and looking beyond the rolling dust of history. His voice carried a solemn rhythm that transcended a thousand years, reciting a more profound line from the poem "Jiang Cheng Zi":
"When will Feng Tang be sent to Yunzhong, holding the imperial staff?"

The moment the words fell, he pointed his fingers like a jade pen reaching to the sky, and pointed at the swirling clouds in the sky that had not yet healed due to the previous arrival of "Sun Quan"!
"Om-!"

The pillar of literary energy that pierced through heaven and earth surged violently, and the boundless righteous energy soared straight into the sky, actually forcibly opening up the chaotic vortex and transforming it into a magnificent heavenly path with thousands of golden rays and auspicious energy!
An ancient pressure, distinct from Sun Quan's domineering and kingly aura but more mellow and powerful, spread slowly like a giant dragon awakening, enveloping the surrounding area.

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the garrison on the walls of Mizhou and the wolf army outside the city, a majestic envoy wearing a Jinxian crown, dressed in the black official robes of the Han dynasty, and holding a black banner tightly in his hand, walked step by step from the other side of the long river of history along the golden road!

His face was lean and thin, with high cheekbones, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, piercing through people's hearts. He was surrounded by an aura of righteous indignation, as if he were the one who patrolled the borders on behalf of the emperor and held the imperial authority, carrying the laws and majesty of the entire Han Dynasty.

It was none other than Feng Tang, the special envoy of Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty!

When Feng Tang's spirit appeared, he did not immediately charge into battle like Sun Quan, but instead slammed the black banner in his hand, which symbolized the emperor's authority, into the air!
"Boom--!"

A deep, resounding boom, like the beating of a heavenly drum, suddenly echoed, silencing the entire deafening battlefield.

His gaze, like two icy bolts of lightning, swept over the endless, dark, demonic army of wolves below. His voice, like chilling ice descending from the heavens, carried an unquestionable, divine authority that resounded throughout the universe:

"Insolent and barbaric!"

"You were born in a desolate place, grew up in a barren land, do not cultivate benevolence and virtue, and do not understand the times!"

"How dare you disregard the Mandate of Heaven, act with ruthlessness and violence, invade our Chinese territory, and slaughter our Great Zhou people!"

"Such a perverse act offends Heaven and incurs the resentment of the people; it is truly a path to self-destruction!"

His voice suddenly rose, and the banner in his hand burst forth with boundless golden light, as if resonating with the unseen laws of heaven.

"Now, by the rightful mandate of the human race and the holy decree of the Great Zhou Emperor!"

"I stand here, bearing the imperial staff, to carry out punishments on behalf of Heaven!"

"Imperial Decree: Any demons who trespass upon the Divine Land, who do not understand the King's rule and do not obey the Heavenly Way—"

"They are all traitors and rebels; the whole world should unite to attack them!"

"Kill—without mercy!"

The last three words were uttered by Feng Tang's spirit, which seemed to pour out a thousand years of righteous energy!
The word "kill" was uttered and transformed into a visible torrent of sound waves composed of countless dense golden seal characters, like the tangible manifestation of the laws of heaven, sweeping towards the wolf army like an overwhelming tidal wave!

Wherever the sound waves passed, the weaker wolf soldiers were immediately shaken to their core, their ears and noses bleeding, and countless others clutched their heads and howled in agony!
The words "No Pardon" resonated with the righteous energy of heaven and earth, and golden lightning, like dragons and snakes, gathered in the sky, its majestic power, like a prison and a sea, enveloped the entire battlefield!

This is no ordinary declaration of war, but a divine judgment issued by the legitimate dynasty of the human race against the invading alien race!
The echoes of Emperor Wen's imperial edict reverberated across the sky like the grandest bells, and the majestic imperial aura enveloped the entire city of Mizhou like a canopy.

This is not a direct attack with swords and spears, but it is more moving and soul-stirring than any killing technique!

"Feng Tang! It's that Feng Tang envoy who held the imperial staff in Yunzhong and defended Wei Shang!"

"The Emperor's banner! This is a true angel of the Han Dynasty, a glory of loyalty and righteousness that will last for eternity!"

"With these words from Vice Minister Jiang, the spirit of a hero, who speaks on behalf of Heaven, has been invoked!"

On the city wall, all the soldiers, especially the veterans who had spent half their lives guarding the northern frontier and whose temples were now frosted with dust, were moved to tears and trembled with excitement when they heard the resounding imperial voice that proclaimed "meritorious service to the nation" and "honoring their loyalty and bravery." They could hardly contain themselves!
This overwhelming power is not as tangible as restoring physical strength, nor as direct as enhancing combat power, but rather a more precious and soul-stirring vindication!

It is an affirmation that transcends a thousand years of time and space and comes from the orthodox lineage of Chinese civilization!

This is the highest praise from the ancient Han dynasty, and the ultimate affirmation of their perseverance and sacrifice in burying their bones on the frontier and dying on the battlefield!
They are not only guarding the city in front of them, but also the civilization and tradition behind them!
At this moment, Minister of War Tang Xiujin's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his white beard trembled slightly with excitement.

He finally understood the profound meaning and brilliance of Jiang Xingzhou's move!
At this critical juncture, the phrase "When will Feng Tang be sent to the capital, holding the imperial staff in Yunzhong?" evokes the timeless tale of Feng Tang delivering a message of comfort, and through Emperor Wen of Han's words, expresses the imperial sentiment that "defending the borders for the country is a merit that will last for millennia."

This is more moving than any promise of official rank and title. It strikes the very soul of every border soldier, merging their individual heroic struggles with the unwavering loyalty recorded in history!
"When will Feng Tang be sent to Yunzhong, holding the imperial staff?"

Minister of War Tang Xiujin looked up at the heroic spirit holding the imperial banner and speaking on behalf of Heaven, and finally couldn't help but shed hot tears!

Feng Tang has arrived, and honors have been bestowed! This recognition, spanning a thousand years, is like a spark falling into boiling oil, instantly igniting the deepest passion in the blood of every soldier.

This battle is no longer merely a matter of attacking and defending a single city; it is a war of national defense destined to be etched in the annals of the Great Zhou Dynasty and shine through the ages! Every participant will become an immortal and loyal soul, forever remembered on this land!
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

Xue Chonghu was the first to awaken from this immense glory and shock. He pointed his long sword straight at the sky and roared with all his might, a hoarse but extremely firm roar!

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Zhou Dynasty!!"

The soldiers guarding the city walls, the cavalry below, the civil officials inside the city, and even the countless civilians watching anxiously through the crenellations, all felt their blood boil and shouted in unison from the bottom of their souls.

The roar was like thunder from the heavens, layer upon layer, shaking the city walls and soaring into the sky! At this moment, the morale of the entire Mizhou Prefecture army broke through its limits and reached an unprecedented peak!
An overwhelming aura of selflessness and unwavering loyalty to the nation, like a tangible canopy, enveloped the entire city, making it impregnable!
In stark contrast, the Snow Wolf King and his wolf army remained collectively silent.

"Feng Tang, an envoy of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty..."

The Snow Wolf King's crimson pupils contracted violently. Although he was not familiar with the essence of human literature and Taoism, he could clearly sense that the human army in the opposite city, after Feng Tang appeared and praised him with holy words, had unleashed a terrifying cohesion, an iron will, and a determination to die, which had reached a level that made him feel a chill run down his spine!
Jiang Xingzhou's poem "Jiang Chengzi: Hunting in Mizhou" has two parts: the first half summons Sun Quan to break through enemy lines and defeat the enemy's sharp edge; the second half calls upon Feng Tang to rectify his reputation and inspire his spirit, thus forging his soul in the invisible!
One is civil and the other is military; one destroys and the other builds. They complement each other and, in the blink of an eye, transformed a large army from Mizhou Prefecture into an iron-willed force with the highest fighting spirit, conviction, and morale!

In a corner of the Mizhou city gate, two figures dressed in court attire, with an air of demeanor quite different from the surrounding soldiers, had already witnessed the earth-shattering scene just now.

They were Nangong Wan'er, the chief female official of the Shanggong Bureau, one of the Empress's most trusted close advisors, and Wang Dequan, the Grand Eunuch of the Inner Palace.

The two arrived at the front lines of the northern frontier on the Empress's orders, ostensibly to reward the troops, but in reality, they were tasked with personally observing the true capabilities of the boats on the river and assessing the impact of the battle's outcome on the court.

However, even those who had long been accustomed to the inner palace and the changing times, and who were quite familiar with Jiang Xingzhou's talent and reputation, never expected that they would witness such a scene that shook the literary world and pointed directly to destiny!

When Feng Tang's heroic spirit broke through the sky, proclaiming the might of Heaven, his cry of "Kill without mercy" was like a divine decree descending. Nangong Wan'er's exquisite body trembled slightly, and an unbelievable, dazzling light burst forth from her eyes, which were full of insight into the ways of the world.

As the chief lady-in-waiting to the emperor, she was well-read and knowledgeable in classical allusions. She understood better than most the immense weight that the story of "holding the imperial staff in Yunzhong and sending Feng Tang" carried in history and literature!
This has far surpassed the ordinary realm of military tactics; it is a magnificent art that stirs up the righteous spirit of history and proclaims that the current dynasty is ordained by Heaven!

It is the ultimate embodiment of the combination of literary and moral cultivation and political symbolism!
She took a deep breath of the biting northern air, suppressing the turbulent emotions surging within her, her expression solemn.

She bowed deeply and respectfully towards the capital, Luoyang, her voice low yet filled with barely suppressed excitement, as she whispered to Wang Dequan, who stood beside her, eyes downcast and seemingly lost in thought:
"Eunuch Wang, have you seen it clearly?... This poem by Minister Jiang, in its meaning and realm, has long transcended the scope of ordinary 'national defense' poems!"

"This is an omen of 'using the past to prove the present' and 'revealing the mandate of heaven'!"

Feng Tang, bearing the imperial insignia, and Han Wen, conveying the message of reassurance, embody the concepts of "legitimate rule" and "harmony between ruler and minister." For our Great Zhou, at this critical juncture when it is imperative to unite the people and stabilize the foundation of the state, the significance is profound and immeasurable!

"If Your Majesty knew that there were such pillars of the northern frontier, capable of upholding such a great mandate of heaven, you would surely be deeply gratified!"

Having lived deep within the palace for a long time, serving the emperor, the eunuch Wang Dequan possessed an exceptionally keen sense for power and fortune!
Although he was not well-versed in profound literature, he could clearly feel that the pure and incomparable "court majesty" and "emperor's demeanor" emanating from Feng Tang's spirit resonated with the empress's majesty that he had experienced day and night, and they were of the same kind!

His face flushed with extreme excitement, and his high-pitched voice trembled uncontrollably:
"Lord Nangong, your insight is truly remarkable! You couldn't be more right!"

"Although this old servant is a useless eunuch and not well-educated, I still have some discernment!"
"Minister Jiang isn't writing poetry at all; he's clearly... he's using the words of the ancients to proclaim that our Great Zhou is ordained by Heaven, and that His Majesty is a sage ruler!"

“Look at that envoy Feng Tang. He is proclaiming the decree of Emperor Wen of Han, but his magnificent demeanor and righteous spirit are clearly also to show the might of our Emperor and to vindicate the soldiers of our Great Zhou!”
Incredible! Truly an extraordinary feat rarely seen throughout history!

Wang Dequan became increasingly excited as he spoke, and couldn't help but wipe his eyes with his sleeve. Pointing to the heroic spirit outside the city, holding the Xuanzhi staff and radiating brilliant light, his voice grew more and more impassioned: "Your Majesty is wise!"
Sending me here to witness this scene is truly a stroke of divine inspiration; it's the right decision to come!"

"Having witnessed such a miracle with my own eyes, I must report it to His Majesty without missing a single word!"
If Your Majesty knew that our Great Zhou possessed such a towering white jade pillar and a purple-gold beam spanning the sea, capable of both governing the country with civil administration and securing the nation with military might, how gratified you would be!

"Minister Jiang's single article is worth ten thousand armored soldiers! No, it's worth a million mighty troops!"

It is…it is a stroke of genius, enough to secure the fate of the nation and stabilize its foundations!

Their eyes met, and they both saw unprecedented shock and a deep-seated sense of relief in each other's eyes.

This battle for Mizhou Prefecture was extremely difficult!

Not only do they face external threats from demons and barbarians, but they also have internal divisions.

They knew perfectly well that Jiang Xingzhou's actions today were far more significant than simply aiming to defeat the demon wolf army on the battlefield.

Furthermore, in the invisible struggle between literature and destiny, on the high ground of the orthodox tradition concerning the dynasty's legitimacy, a golden and unshakable banner of justice was forged for Her Majesty the Empress and for this war to defend the country!

Once this poem was published, who in the court and among the people would dare to have even the slightest criticism of His Majesty's decision regarding the great battle in Mizhou Prefecture?

(End of this chapter)