Yin Mofan's words struck a chord with King Wu.

To gain control of the military, one must undoubtedly demonstrate great merit on the battlefield. However, King Wu is, after all, only a prince, not an emperor with absolute power; he has to make decisions on his own while also discerning the emperor's intentions.

Yin Mofan seemed to sense King Wu's worry. He took a few steps closer and said in a gentle voice, "Your Highness can send a trusted general with elite troops to storm the Fengchao Academy. The Fengchao and the Wuchao are only one point away from breaking out. Once it really breaks out, no one will care about the initial reasons. They will only care about interests."

King Wu understood Yin Mofan's intentions: first, send his trusted generals to lead troops in. Once an opening was made in the Feng Dynasty, regardless of whether they suffered losses or gained advantages, the emperor would certainly not let it go. He would only allow King Wu to continue fighting. At that point, who would care about the reason for the fighting? It would simply be a verbal reprimand to the generals, and later, if they fought well enough, they could even be promoted.

Having clarified the whole story, King Wu no longer hesitated. He stepped down from the dragon throne, lightly flicked his python robe, and laughed, "Let's go, I'm going to select generals to attack Fengchao Academy."

The Command Platform.

The Wu Dynasty's vast territory stretched for tens of thousands of miles, with continuous prefectures and cities scattered throughout the land.

Only King Wu commanded 300,000 soldiers and countless capable generals.

Millions of people fought bravely against the wind, their generals displaying their imposing and domineering presence.

These are warriors who have fought countless battles and crawled out of the corpses of the dead.

King Wu stood alone and majestic at the highest point of the command platform; this military camp was his own domain. Even the most skilled spies of the Wu Dynasty could not infiltrate this place. The soldiers were all elite troops, and the generals were all formidable warriors.

"The men I sent died in Fengchao. Those people from the Cloud Mist Mountains have been detained by Fengchao Academy to this day and haven't been released. My Wuchao's iron cavalry has never set foot in Fengchao, nor has it ever fought against the academy. Our Wuchao's swift blades have never severed the heads of those from Fengchao! Who dares to lead troops to show Fengchao what the Wuchao's iron cavalry truly is?!"

After speaking.

A dozen or so valiant generals stepped forward and declared in unison, "We are willing to go!"

His voice was like thunder.

King Wu's gaze swept across the land, finally settling on a fat and gloomy man. His skin was as white as jade, but he was all fat. He had a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha on his face. He was Li Ningshan, the most brutal general in the Wu Dynasty!

Li Ningshan excels at three things: quick attacks, killing prisoners, and torturing opponents.

He was quick-tempered and used troops with lightning speed. He once took only two days to conquer the Zhao state's fortified city of Bicheng, which was considered to have the strongest defenses.

Their methods were extremely cruel: they buried alive 50,000 prisoners of war, ate enemy generals alive, and raped and murdered their wives and children.

Li Ningshan, with his arrogant and cruel nature, was a dangerous pawn in anyone's hands. When there was no war, he caused countless troubles; the memorials impeaching him in the court could pile up into a small mountain. If it weren't for King Wu's repeated strong-arm tactics in protecting him, he would have been punished according to the law long ago.

In the capital, the daughter of the renowned salt merchant Chu Hu was abducted from the street by Li Ningshan and tortured to death. Before her death, her body was covered in whip marks, her pupils wide open. All her teeth had been knocked out, and her fingernails had been pulled out. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Chu Hu was on good terms with almost all the officials from the south in the capital. On that day, countless memorials were submitted to the court, with the censor taking the lead in proposing to severely punish Li Ningshan, followed by all the southern officials.

The emperor gave only a vague answer at the time, and the next day King Wu went to court. Two censors were severely injured, and the Minister of Rites, who had close ties with Chu Hu, was assassinated.

King Wu protected Li Ningshan with a firm stance.

Li Ningshan also demonstrated his loyalty, obeying orders without question. "In times of peace, one cannot be a dog; in times of chaos, one becomes a wolf." This is the most accurate assessment of Li Ningshan.

After hearing King Wu's instructions, Li Ningshan grinned and said in a ferocious smile, "If we take over the academy, can we kill the people?"

King Wu said indifferently, "The Cloud Mist Mountain lineage must survive; the rest, whether they live or die, is irrelevant."

"Yes, sir!" Li Ningshan replied seriously.

Li Ningshan commands the Wu Dynasty's supply cavalry, arguably the most formidable force. Given the Feng Dynasty's current strength, breaking through and storming into the Shucheng Academy wouldn't be a difficult task.

Now that King Wu had made the decision, Li Ningshan naturally went down to carry it out.

With sufficient troops, the Li Hu Camp, with nearly five thousand cavalry, began its journey from north to south across the pass!

...

The wind blows towards the borderlands, where the vast desert sands boil and swirl, with gravel and stones flying everywhere.

The person stationed here is Wang Jia, a man of Li Guang, a general of the Jiang Dynasty.

This man comes from a family with profound learning and has been well-versed in military strategy since childhood. He was recommended by his fellow villagers and neighbors, so he was given training at the border, where he can distinguish himself in the next war.

Li Guang once devised three strategies to test this man's abilities, but he thwarted them all. Li Guang placed high hopes on this man.

Wang Jia was leaning against a withered vine chair in the courtyard, repeatedly flipping through a military treatise. Being stationed at the border was incredibly boring; there was nothing of real importance to do. Reading military texts every day was his only pleasure. Sooner or later, he would make great contributions to the Feng Dynasty.

With this thought in mind, Wang Jia cleared the jumbled thoughts in his head and continued reading military books.

But just then, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Jia couldn't help but frown. Who was disturbing his reading? But he still politely said, "Come in."

The adjutant came in and said, "Governor Wang, our men have spotted a group of people trying to force their way through the border from the beacon tower."

"What?" Wang Jia was taken aback, then his blood began to boil with excitement. This must be his chance to show his skills. He hurriedly asked, "How many enemy soldiers are there?"

The adjutant frowned, but still reported the facts: "Preliminary analysis indicates that the enemy force numbers at least a thousand."

Hearing this, Wang Jia felt a surge of excitement and a shiver run through his body. He had been in this wretched place for some time, supposedly to gain experience and improve his credentials, but it was a godforsaken place with no clear direction from above. According to the rules of the Feng Dynasty, unless a position became vacant, he had no chance to climb the ranks.

Unless a specific opportunity is found to secure merit and advance further, it's unlikely that one can wait many years for such an opportunity. If those above don't intervene, it's possible that an opportunity will never come.

What should we do then?

This group of people is the perfect opportunity!

If Wang Jia could capture all of these thousands of people at the border in one fell swoop, he would never have to wait for anyone to give him another chance.

They can rise directly to departments with real power!

Wang Jia's face flushed, and he excitedly asked, "How many troops do we have stationed here?"

The adjutant said with some concern, "Including the scouts and stragglers, there are at most only about a thousand men."

"That's enough, give it your all!" Wang Jia exclaimed excitedly; he was a military genius!