1 Soldier per Second in My Fiefdom, the Empress Begs Me Not to Rebel

In the Great Qian Dynasty, Qin Ze, who transmigrated and became the son of the Tiger Might General, was cast aside by the Empress after she used him, stripped of his military power, and enfeoffed t...

Chapter 502 A Choice Between Life and Death

"Yes!" Immediately, the barbarians came forward and carried everyone away.

Wu Li gathered a few of his clansmen and left with his hands behind his back.

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inside the house.

Wu Li sat upright in his chair, looking at the several clansmen before him. His expression was extremely solemn. After a long silence, he stood up and said:

"My friends, now is another crucial moment for our people to make a decision."

"This choice will determine everything for our clan in the future."

"Life and death, existence and extinction, may only be decided in this very moment."

The people inside were all of the highest status among the barbarian tribes, including elders and generals. Upon hearing Wu Li's words, everyone's faces turned solemn.

Yan Cheng, being impatient, spoke first: "Clan leader, how many troops should we send?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Li frowned and looked at him, asking, "How many troops do you think should be sent?"

After pondering for a moment, Yan Cheng said, "Last time, King Wu Kui led 500,000 troops. Now the clan's military strength is much weaker than before, but if we strive to suppress the rebels and kill Qin Ze, I think we can still muster 200,000 troops."

After saying this, he looked at Wu Li, but Wu Li pursed his lips and remained silent.

Yan Cheng then looked at the others: "Gentlemen, what do you think?"

Still, silence.

"Clan leader, you..." Yan Cheng looked at Wu Li again, but before he could finish speaking, Wu Li's face suddenly turned red. He stretched out five fingers and shouted:

"We previously dispatched 500,000 troops!"

"Hundreds of thousands of fathers have been unable to see their sons return, sons have been unable to see their fathers return, and wives have been unable to see their husbands return!"

"This time we'll send another 200,000 troops to fight a battle that will surely be a fight with a slim chance of survival!"

"And how many more will be left behind, waiting for their return!"

The short-statured Wu Li had veins bulging on his forehead, and his wrinkled face, covered by a full head of white hair, looked particularly stern in the candlelight. The candlelight flickered slightly, casting a long shadow of him. This loud shout made Yan Cheng's face turn pale, and he unconsciously took a step back.