Chapter 109 - 72: The Fall of a Nation_2
Every ambitious monarch desires to leave behind a peerless talent.
Be it a person.
Or perhaps, a destiny.
The old guide’s worst fear had finally come true, as the Turkic Seventh Prince, from above the third layer, could sever Mr. Po Jun’s throat in a split second with such a short burst. And yet, Mr. Po Jun calmly said, "It is exactly for your grand plan that I must go to the Central Plains."
"Have you not noticed?"
The Seventh Prince froze in his action, and Mr. Po Jun helped the prince up, pointing to the geographical map, and said, "Now the Turkic and Ying Country have fought a great battle, and you have gained the land of the Western Regions. But the Fifth Prince is nearly utterly defeated. Do you think you are a match for the Great General Yuwen Lie?"
The Seventh Prince fell silent. The Iron Futu were strong, but Ying Country’s Tiger Barbarians’ Heavy Armored Cavalry were only slightly inferior.
And there was Wen Lie, an unparalleled War General and Commander.
The Seventh Prince shook his head, "I am not his opponent."