But then, his eldest son, Jin Yongzhe, said that the rebels were at their peak, and that even the combined forces of Jin Mang and the barbarians had been defeated by them.

My father is in his sixties, and having lived in Nanze for a long time, where the climate is mild and humid, while the north is cold and desolate, if he were to rush off to lead troops into battle, he might catch a cold before the fighting even begins.

In this way, how could they feel at ease? Now that the General Who Protects the Nation is stationed in Jinling, there will surely be no trouble with him there.

Thus, Kim Jeong-hee was forcibly stopped again, for which he remained resentful for a long time.

Until recently, when Jin Fengluan moved to Nanze, everyone sensed that something was wrong.

Recent news reports that the General Who Protects the Nation has been defeated and killed, Nanjing has been seized by rebels, and the rebels have already ascended the throne as emperor.

That day, everyone fell silent.

In a fit of rage, Kim Jong-hui summoned his sons and berated them one by one.

They were the ones who repeatedly stopped me; otherwise, I would have gone to help much earlier, and Nanjing would not have been taken over by the rebels!

Despite the criticism, he understood that it was time for him to step out of retirement.

To save a collapsing building from imminent collapse, and to turn the tide from a desperate situation!

We must work hard and never let it fall into the hands of traitors!

At this moment, Jin Zhengxi, with a solemn expression, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Jin Fengluan and said:

"Your Majesty! This old minister requests permission to lead the army and march back to Jinling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent, and everyone turned their attention to Kim Jeong-hee.

The ministers' expressions varied, ranging from admiration and shock to worry.

Jin Jiande, who was standing with his cane, had a furrowed brow and a strange expression.

His eyes kept scanning Kim Jeong-hee, and a strange feeling welled up inside him.

Uncle? At your advanced age, are you going to your death? Jin Jiande thought to himself.

Jin Fengluan, seated upright in her chair, listened to Jin Zhengxi's request for permission. Although her expression softened slightly, her brows remained furrowed. She slowly said:

"The old general is a loyal and righteous man. At this critical moment, he was the first to step forward. This is a blessing for the court."

"only....."

"The old general is over sixty years old, how can we let you go to the battlefield to defeat the enemy?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Kim Jong-hee declared in a resounding voice:

"His Majesty!"

"Though I am old, my arrows are still sharp!"

"In recent years, while I have been living in retirement at home, I often dream of the golden armor and iron horses of the past. Now, this traitor has defied the world and disregarded Your Majesty's imperial might, daring to declare himself emperor. How can this old minister bear to see this?"

"We will teach this scoundrel a lesson and show him the might of us veterans!"

Jin Jiande then stepped forward and advised:

"The old general's former fame is known to all."

"But now the rebels have many soldiers and brave generals. Even the General of the State was defeated by them. The military strength of the court is no longer what it used to be. If we want to defeat this rebel, we must plan carefully."

At this point, he looked at Jin Fengluan and continued:

"In my humble opinion, we should first avoid the traitor's sharp edge. He calls himself a false emperor, yet he wants to handle state affairs. The traitor must be preoccupied with trivial matters right now. How can he possibly have the power to govern a country? Given time, he will naturally fall apart from within."

"It would be best if we didn't make any big moves during this time."

Upon hearing this, Kim Jong-hee frowned and said to Kim Geon-deok in a deep voice:

"What kind of talk is that!"

"This traitor calls himself a fake emperor, but that's unacceptable! How can we stand by and watch him occupy Nanjing and pretend to be the ruler!"

"What do you take His Majesty for by doing this?"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his face turning completely red. He then turned to Jin Fengluan and said:

"Your Majesty, I have served in the army for many years and have fought in countless battles."

"It's not that I underestimate the General Zhenguo, but although he is young, strong, and brave, his battlefield experience is not as good as mine. He commanded a large army, yet he was defeated by the traitor, which shows his lack of battlefield experience!"

"If we go, we will not suffer a crushing defeat!"

Jin Fengluan nodded, thinking to herself that this was not bad.

They gave Kim Geon-in so many troops and Xiong Qian's heavy cavalry, yet they still suffered repeated defeats against the rebels. Perhaps they were truly incapable of commanding the army, which led to their crushing defeat?

Otherwise, why would they have lost so badly?

This traitor has never been defeated. He can't just create an army to fight for him. Even if he loses some men in a battle, it's enough to wear down his troops.

Although unwilling to admit it, Jin Fengluan did indeed suspect that the problem lay on her side.

Are all these generals under his command just incompetent? Are they all all talk and no action, which is why they've suffered defeat after defeat?

In the past two or three years, there have indeed been no major battles. Perhaps these people have been living in peace for too long, and they have become arrogant and overconfident, underestimating the enemy on the battlefield, which is why they suffered such a great defeat.

They say you raise an army for a thousand days to use it for one day. Could it be that raising them has resulted in a bunch of incompetent people?

To be honest, even if I personally led the army, I wouldn't have performed any worse than them.

Just as she was thinking this, Jin Fengluan frowned, only to see Jin Zhengxi take something out of his pocket.

That was a book.

Kim Jong-hui raised the book in his hand, waved it under the astonished gazes of the assembled officials, and then declared in a resounding voice:

"Your Majesty! Look!"

"Everyone, watch closely!"

He opened the book and then said aloud:

"Over the years, I've been staying at home with nothing to do, and I haven't been spending all my time tending to flowers and playing with birds!"

"I have recorded every battle I have fought over the years, extracted my combat methods from them, and written down these various tactics!"

"Thus, this 'Strategy of a Hundred Battles' is now complete!"

"With military strategy in hand and my combat experience, even if my forces are insufficient, I can still win with fewer troops, fight fiercely against the enemy, and defeat the entire rebel army!"

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