Inside the back hall of the county government office, the atmosphere was as oppressive as thunderclouds, heavy and tense.

A moment later, Qian Zijing couldn't help but chuckle, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"Chen Zhennan, you said you'd take me to Ningzhou, but we'll have to ask the 30,000 brothers outside if they agree." Qian Zijing's lips curled up slightly, a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Although Qian Zijing usually acted very cautiously, he had his own army of 30,000 outside, so he was completely fearless.

Chen Zhennan smiled slightly, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Thirty thousand troops may not be a small number, but in my eyes they are not worth mentioning at all."

Upon hearing this, Qian Zijing couldn't help but scoff, "Chen Zhennan, I know you're the Great Martial God of War, but you don't have any troops with you right now. What makes you think you can take me away?"

Chen Zhennan shrugged and said calmly, "If you're not satisfied, feel free to try. I can give you the opportunity to order an attack, but if we really start fighting, I don't care how many casualties there are."

Upon hearing this, Qian Zijing was startled, and a fire was instantly ignited in his heart, giving rise to a spirit of never giving up.

"Let's give it a try!"

Chen Zhennan waved his hand and pointed towards the front hall.

"Go ahead, but you can't leave the county government office. I need to keep some assets for myself, don't I?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Zijing stood up to give the order, but at that moment, Qian Zihao suddenly blocked his way, shaking his head with a solemn expression.

“Brother, I led over a thousand men to attack Black Dragon Village on Dongliu Mountain, but in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the men around me were wiped out. The weapons of his special forces are simply beyond the capabilities of ordinary soldiers.”

Qian Zihao looked serious and was clearly not joking, but Qian Zijing found it rather absurd.

However, although Qian Zijing was somewhat skeptical of Chen Zhennan's methods, he was still impressed by the fact that Chen Zhennan could defeat five thousand government troops with a group of bandits. His strength was indeed not to be underestimated.

After thinking for a moment, Qian Zijing sat down again and asked with a solemn expression, "Chen Zhennan, now that you have the ability to sweep across the world, why not attack Ningzhou directly? What are you waiting for?"

Chen Zhennan pursed his lips, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Qian Zijing, you may not believe what I'm really saying. To conquer the world, we need more than just killing; we need to win people's hearts. If I attack rashly, I may succeed temporarily, but it will be difficult to last. Only by allowing the people to recuperate can we achieve great things."

Upon hearing Chen Zhennan's words, Qian Zijing's eyes revealed a hint of approval. He did not refute Chen Zhennan's words, but calmly asked, "So what are you planning to do next?"

Chen Zhennan did not answer directly. He slowly stood up and said calmly, "You two brothers should rest well. We will set off together tomorrow."

The next day, as dawn broke, Chen Zhennan had already prepared a carriage. In Qian Zijing's name, he issued an order for the 30,000 troops outside the city to continue their march.

Sitting in the carriage, Qian Zijing frowned. He asked Chen Zhennan with some surprise, "Aren't you afraid I'll cause some trouble on the way?"

His voice carried a hint of provocation, as if he were testing Chen Zhennan's bottom line.

Chen Zhennan sat opposite him, his expression calm, a confident smile playing on his lips: "Qian Zijing, if you brothers are really capable, then go ahead and make your move."

The army began to advance at a steady pace, the sounds of horses' hooves, footsteps, and clashing weapons intertwining to create a tense rhythm.

For three whole days, Qian Zijing was looking for an opportunity to secretly contact his guards, but each attempt ended in failure.

Chen Zhennan's special forces team was like an iron wall, watertight, leaving him no openings.

Outside the carriage, Chen Zhennan's special forces team stood guard, their sharp eyes watching for any movement around them.

Outside the special forces team were Qian Zijing's guards, their expressions tense and vigilant, their weapons gripped tightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Further out was Qian Zijing's 30,000-strong army. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, and an outsider might have thought they were protecting the special forces inside. Little did they know that every step they took was fraught with tension.

Outside Ningzhou City, war clouds loomed. Under Chen Zhennan's orders, 30,000 troops set up camp, their tents standing like a forest, banners fluttering in the wind.

Chen Zhennan's tent was located in the very center of the army, standing out like a star surrounded by the moon.

Qian Zijing and Qian Zihao were placed in a tent. The two looked at each other, both filled with doubt.

Qian Zihao frowned and asked in confusion, "Brother, what does Chen Zhennan mean by this? Surrounding himself with our army, isn't he just courting death?"

Qian Zijing also looked puzzled, shaking his head and thinking, "What exactly is Chen Zhennan planning? Even if he has the two of us as hostages, there are 80,000 people in Ningzhou City. No matter how powerful his weapons are, they can't stop him at all."

After setting up camp, Chen Zhennan summoned Qian Zijing's guards.

“Go to Ningzhou City and tell Qian Kun about the situation here. Tell him to surrender immediately, or he will never see his two sons again.”

Qian Zijing's guards dared not delay and hurriedly entered the city to tell Qian Kun that Qian Zijing had been arrested and that Qian Zihao was still alive.

Upon learning this news, Qian Kun was furious. His face turned ashen, and his eyes burned with rage: "Chen Zhennan, you're playing with fire and getting burned!"

Qian Kun immediately mobilized all 50,000 troops in the city and surrounded Chen Zhennan completely.

Originally, Qian Kun did not dare to send troops, but now that Chen Zhennan has delivered himself to their doorstep, they absolutely cannot let this opportunity slip by.

Surrounded by 80,000 people, Chen Zhennan showed no fear whatsoever; his face even bore a hint of contemptuous smile.

Standing outside the tent, looking at the army surrounding him, he said with a hint of sarcasm, "Qian Kun, unless you want to die without an heir, these 80,000 troops are just decorations in my eyes."

Yan Shiyu stood beside Chen Zhennan, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with doubt.

Looking around, the 80,000-strong army resembled a dark cloud, their armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, poised to launch an attack at any moment.

"General, we are surrounded by 80,000 troops. If Qian Kun really doesn't care about the lives of his two sons, what should we do?"

Chen Zhennan smiled slightly and waved his hand, "Don't worry, what I wanted was for Qian Kun's 80,000 troops to come out of Ningzhou City, and now that goal has been achieved."

Yan Shiyu was still confused, his lips twitching slightly as he tried to sort out his thoughts: "But, the 80,000-strong army has come out, but now they've completely surrounded us. What are we going to do?"

Chen Zhennan remained calm and smiled slightly, "I've put myself in this situation, and Qian Kun will definitely want to kill me, but he'll still want to save his two sons in the end. We just need to wait a few days."