"The Commander-in-Chief has ordered me to personally deliver this post to the General! It contains His Majesty's edict and...the late Emperor's secret instructions."
Zhao Muyun took the copper tube, checked the sealing wax and opened it.
The imperial edict is a formalized reward.
And that secret decree... the handwriting was familiar, the tone was solemn, it was indeed the tone of the old emperor, begging him to help the country, and as for "who can be the emperor", "it is up to you to decide."
This thin piece of silk, however, weighs over a thousand pounds at this moment. It signifies enormous power, but also endless troubles and choices.
He had just put away the secret decree when another messenger, the Prince of Jin's trusted family general, was brought in.
This man presented the military order from King Jin and the private letter with a respectful look but a hint of arrogance.
The military order urged him to annihilate the Tatar right-wing army in Shuozhou as soon as possible.
Private messages are full of affection and the desire to get married is urgent.
Two things represent two paths and two futures.
The candlelight in the tent flickered, illuminating Zhao Muyun's gloomy face.
Loyal to the emperor?
Support the country?
Personal love?
Balance of power?
Various thoughts clashed fiercely in his mind.
He could feel the gazes of countless eyes behind him.
The money belongs to the generals outside the tent, the soldiers and civilians of Shuozhou, and even to the people of the world.
After a long while, he let out a long breath and forced all the disturbances to be suppressed.
Now is not the time to hesitate.
He put away the letter, asked Tang Yanhai to send the two messengers away first, and then returned to the central military tent without saying a word.
His expression had returned to its usual cold and resolute look.
There was inquiry in the eyes of the generals.
Zhao Muyun glanced at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "As soldiers, our first priority is to defend our country and our people!"
"Outside Wuzhou City, tens of thousands of barbarians are still wreaking havoc, and the people of Hedong are still suffering! Tomorrow's battle is related to the survival of Shuozhou and the safety of Hedong! Generals, listen to my orders!"
The generals' expressions were stern, and they responded in unison: "We are here!"
"As planned, the general offensive will begin at dawn! I will make sure the Tartars will always remember the lessons of Zangmapo and Wuzhou City!"
"Yes, sir!"
The roar shook the sky, and all doubts were temporarily thrown aside, leaving only the fighting spirit of sharing a common hatred for the enemy.
The night was deep, but the Shuozhou camp was brightly lit and soldiers were sharpening their swords.
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