Chapter 1705 - 1704: Arriving at the Front Lines
This was the place Bei Yun had deliberately chosen—for the open terrain allowed him to better observe the dynamics of the battlefield, including, of course, the enemy’s bombs.
On this point, he truly hadn’t lied to Qiao Xiaomai. He genuinely wanted to witness warfare and Yang Wenxiao’s bombs.
He moved freely, untethered by concerns over territories or subjects’ treasures. All he cared about was satisfying his curiosity.
Of course, wars inevitably led to casualties.
And where there were casualties, there was the sorrow of separation and death—which would inevitably bring scene after scene of human tragedies. He used to enjoy watching those most.
But after being scolded thoroughly by Qiao Xiaomai, he suddenly found such tragedies rather meaningless.
Happy families are alike, but unhappy families each have their own miseries. He had lived for decades and had witnessed—or even orchestrated—so many tragedies that he’d lost count. There were countless forms of misfortune, yet he had seen them all.
The final outcome was always the same: wailing, heart-wrenching screams, howls that tore through the sky, cries of unbearable sorrow and grief.
In the past, he would’ve thought those cries sounded like beautiful music, but now they only grated on his ears terribly.
Boring, so boring!
Yuchi Country’s Prince Qingye was the commander of Yuchi’s army. Longshi Country’s army was led by its King, and Taian Country’s forces were commanded by Taian’s Prince Xiang. Bei Yun’s status was rather special, so when he arrived, the three of them came to greet him together.