Chen Zhennan's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's; he saw through Elena's resolute attitude at a glance and sneered inwardly.

He stood up, a nonchalant smile on his face, and asked, "General Elena, judging from your attitude, do you not want to marry Ai Zijun?"

His voice carried a hint of provocation, as if he were challenging her bottom line.

Elena nodded slightly, her eyes firm and bright, shining like the North Star.

"Of course I wouldn't! I, Elena, am a frontline general of the Slavic Empire. How could I possibly marry the commander of the enemy army?"

Her words exuded an unassailable authority, like an insurmountable mountain.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhennan slowly stood up, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a cheetah about to pounce, his gaze fixed on Elena.

"Since you, Elena, won't agree, then I, Chen Zhennan, will have no choice but to resort to some means."

His voice was deep and threatening, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

Upon hearing Chen Zhennan's words, Elena laughed contemptuously. Her smile was as cold and piercing as the winter wind.

She clapped her hands slowly, the sound crisp and clear, like war drums on a battlefield, stirring and powerful.

As Elena applauded, more than a dozen guards rushed into the tent in an instant. They were like tigers descending a mountain, fierce and imposing, holding swords and knives, waiting for Elena's command.

Their eyes were filled with loyalty and determination, as if they were ready to go through fire and water for Elena at any moment.

Elena's expression suddenly turned serious, and her eyes flashed with a resolute light, as hard as steel.

"Chen Zhennan, you'd better choose one of the two options I've proposed, otherwise, you're headed for death."

Her voice carried an undeniable resolve, as if issuing a final ultimatum.

Upon seeing this, Ai Zijun's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly stood up, his voice filled with urgency and confusion, and questioned, "Elena, what do you mean by this? The war is over, the outcome is decided, are you trying to reignite the flames of war?"

His words were full of doubt and warning, as if reminding her that the dawn of peace was hard-won and should not be easily destroyed.

Elena bit her lip, her brows furrowed like a sky overcast with dark clouds, and said in a deep voice, "I have no choice. I am a general of the empire. How can I easily trust you? What if I become your queen and you launch an attack later?"

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness and determination, as if she were expressing her responsibilities and concerns, like a sturdy fortress that could not be violated.

Upon hearing Elena's words, Chen Zhennan finally understood her concerns.

Chen Zhennan coughed, his voice carrying a hint of relief, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"General Elena, don't rush to make a move. Although this is your military camp, I, Chen Zhennan, am the one in the most danger."

Elena snorted softly upon hearing this, a hint of disdain in her eyes. She slowly gripped the sword at her waist and then suddenly drew it.

The sword light shone like snow, reflecting on her resolute face. Her movements were swift and decisive, like a cheetah striking, full of power and determination.

Just as Elena was about to point at Chen Zhennan, a loud "bang" rang out, and a bullet knocked the sword out of Elena's hand.

The bullet's speed is like lightning, its power like thunder, catching people off guard.

Chen Zhennan gripped the pistol and aimed it at Elena's forehead.

His eyes held a chilling glint, like a winter wind that sent shivers down one's spine.

Chen Zhennan's movements were swift and accurate, demonstrating his superb marksmanship and calm judgment.

Seeing this, Elena's deputy was about to make a move when Yan Shiyu suddenly picked up his submachine gun and fired a burst of bullets at the ground, forcing them to stay away.

Bullets rained down, striking the ground and sending up sparks like fireworks in the night sky—brilliant yet dangerous.

The atmosphere instantly became incredibly tense, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

The atmosphere inside the tent was like frozen ice; everyone held their breath, not daring to make the slightest move.

Although Elena's lieutenants were filled with rage, they could only suppress their impulses for the time being under Yan Shiyu's gun, their eyes flashing with resentment and anger.

Chen Zhennan, on the other hand, had a confident smile on his lips, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, and his eyes revealed a sly glint.

His voice was calm yet powerful, as if declaring an undeniable fact.

“General Elena, you should be able to see the situation very clearly now. The initiative is now in my hands, Chen Zhennan.”

His words carried a hint of warning, as if reminding Elena that the situation had changed dramatically.

Elena's eyes widened like saucers, and an unprecedented shock surged through her.

Although she had heard before that Chen Zhennan possessed a mysterious weapon that could kill enemies from a hundred paces away, this was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.

Her heart was like a stormy sea, unable to find peace.

Elena gritted her teeth, a determined glint in her eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Chen Zhennan, what exactly do you want?"

Chen Zhennan pursed his lips, his movements elegant and composed. He pointed outside the tent, as if giving directions.

His voice held a hint of amusement as he said, "General Elena, I won't choose either of the two options you've given me. Now, I'd like to see what you will choose."

His words carried a hint of provocation, as if he were waiting for Elena's response.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yan Shiyu shouted, "Bring them in!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, causing the air inside the tent to tremble.

Immediately, the special forces members escorted Ivanov and Petrov in, each step seeming to pound on Elena's heart.

Chen Zhennan looked at Elena, a sly smile in his eyes, and asked, "Elena, why don't you ask your marshal if he would agree to make you Ai Zijun's queen?"

His words carried a hint of mockery, as if he were toying with Elena's fate.

“Oh, right, two choices,” he continued. “If you agree, then all will be well, and I, Chen Zhennan, guarantee that I will not initiate an invasion of the Slavic Empire. If you don’t agree, then it’s simple: the war will continue, and I will fight until your capital falls.”

Elena's face turned pale instantly, her eyes filled with anger and resentment.

After a moment of contemplation, Elena followed Chen Zhennan's advice and turned to look at Ivanov.

"Ivanov," Chen Zhennan asked, "would you agree to let me marry Ai Zijun? If you agree, the world will be at peace; if you don't, then war will break out."

Ivanov's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he quickly nodded: "Then what are you hesitating for? Marrying Ai Zijun is your best choice. For the sake of the empire, you should do it!"