Chen Zhennan rode on his horse, his gaze far-reaching and profound, like an eagle soaring in the sky, overlooking this land.
What he wanted to achieve was not just victory in a battle, but to bring a prosperous and abundant life to all the people of the Great Yan Dynasty.
He dreamed of a world where everyone was at peace, where people could move freely, and there would be no more disputes or wars.
The special forces soldiers marched in unison, their eyes shining with admiration and trust for Chen Zhennan.
They knew that following Chen Zhennan meant following a leader who could guide them toward peace and prosperity.
Their steps were firm and powerful, as if each step was on the path of hope leading to the future.
Ai Zijun stood in front of the Prince's Mansion, watching Chen Zhennan and the special forces team leave.
His heart was filled with emotion. He knew that Chen Zhennan's departure was not just a simple farewell, but the beginning of a new era.
He turned and went back into the mansion, already planning how to build a deeper relationship with his brothers in the special forces and how to make them a solid shield for the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.
Elena stood beside Ai Zijun, her eyes filled with worry, but even more so with anticipation for the future. She asked softly, "Ai Zijun, with Chen Zhennan gone, is the world truly coming to an end?"
Ai Zijun nodded with a smile: "Perhaps, I can't guess the ending either, but what is certain is that before you die, there will be no more war between the Great Yan and the Slavic Empire."
...
In the towering mountains of the southwestern border region, Song Yunyang sat alone on a tree branch atop a mountain, her figure appearing particularly lonely in the morning light.
Gu Siyao stood not far away, like a statue, quietly watching the movements around her.
More than half a year has passed since Feng Zirou passed away, and Gu Siyao's hair has gradually grown back. Although it is not as flowing as before, she is now heroic and valiant, with a cold and stern air between her brows, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, transforming into a cold-blooded killer.
Song Yunyang sat on a tree branch, her eyes unfocused, her heart filled with longing for Chen Zhennan.
She knew that Chen Zhennan was protected by more than a thousand team members, but the unpredictable nature of war always made her worry about Chen Zhennan's safety.
Her heart was like the surface of a lake touched by the wind, rippling with waves.
Just as Song Yunyang was feeling lost and uneasy, the tranquility of the forest was broken by the rapid sound of hooves. Song Yunming rode in on his warhorse, the sound of his hooves thundering and shaking the leaves.
He came to the tree, looked up at his sister, his eyes filled with anxiety and determination.
"Sister, Greenberg said there is absolutely no possibility of negotiation. Only when the Great Yan Dynasty establishes order under the leadership of God You can the Great Yan Dynasty achieve peace."
Song Yunming's voice trembled slightly, but his eyes were filled with killing intent, like a volcano about to erupt, brimming with destructive power.
Upon hearing this, Song Yunyang frowned slightly, like a sky filled with dark clouds, foreshadowing an impending storm.
She flipped and jumped down from the tree branch, her movements as nimble as a deer, and landed steadily on the ground.
"Yunming, go see Greenberg one more time."
Song Yunyang's voice was calm and firm, like the cold ice in winter, chilling and unquestionable.
“Tell him that if he wants a war, then I, Song Yunyang, will give the Church of Judah a war. But they will have to bear the consequences of the war themselves.”
Song Yunyang's words carried a hint of resolve, as if proclaiming the ruthlessness and cruelty of war.
Upon hearing this, a determined glint flashed in Song Yunming's eyes. He nodded heavily, indicating that he understood his sister's intentions.
Song Yunming turned and mounted his warhorse, preparing to head back to Greenberg's camp. His back was firm and lonely, like a warrior about to step onto the battlefield.
Song Yunyang watched her younger brother's departing figure, her heart filled with complex emotions.
Although Song Yunyang yearned for peace deep down and hoped to find a path of peaceful coexistence in accordance with Chen Zhennan's ideals, Greenberg remained as stubborn as a rock, ignoring the call for peace.
Three hundred thousand followers were stationed on the border, and war clouds loomed. It seemed that only through a baptism of blood and fire could this arrogant man understand the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.
...
Song Yunming rode his horse and led his men back to Greenberg's camp. His figure was like a black lightning bolt, shattering the tense pre-battle atmosphere.
He sat opposite Greenberg, their eyes meeting in the air as if sparks were about to fly.
Greenberg, his face full of arrogance and his eyes revealing an air of unparalleled confidence, asked Song Yunming, "Has your sister, Song Yunyang, finally figured things out? Does she want the Great Yan to follow the leadership of the Jewish Cult and gain glory?"
His voice carried a hint of mockery, as if he could already see the Great Yan surrendering to the Judaism.
“I will relay my sister’s words to you verbatim.”
Song Yunming's voice was calm and firm, his words carrying an undeniable determination.
"Bullshit Judah! If you want war, then we will give you war. But you will have to bear the consequences yourself."
Upon hearing this, Greenberg's face flushed with anger. His emotions erupted like a volcano. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and looked coldly at Song Yunming.
His eyes blazed with furious fire, as if he wanted to devour Song Yunming.
"The Great Yan has a large population, making it an ideal place for the Jewish religion to flourish."
Greenberg's voice carried a hint of threat as he tried to lure Song Yunming with benefits.
"As long as Song Yunyang agrees to allow the Jewish God Cult to spread its teachings in the Great Yan, the wealth obtained can be divided equally."
Upon hearing Greenberg's words, Song Yunming couldn't help but laugh, his laughter tinged with sarcasm and anger.
"Use the wealth of my Great Yan to share with you? Even if the Great Yan is in chaos and the common people are exploited, it's none of yours, you beasts of the Yushen Cult!"
His words were like a cold winter wind, icy and biting, directly pointing to Greenberg's greed and arrogance.
Greenberg's face turned ashen instantly, and his body trembled slightly, as if Song Yunming's words had struck a nerve.
A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.
He knew that Song Yunyang and Song Yunming were not easily threatened or bribed; their determination and courage were as firm as a rock.
“Song Yunming, as far as I know, you have less than 200,000 troops on your southwestern border, while my Youshen Sect has more than 300,000 followers. Can you stop us?”
Upon hearing Greenberg threaten with numbers, Song Yunming couldn't help but chuckle.
"You can try. Your leg is probably still limping, right? If you dare to attack, I guarantee you'll be paralyzed!"
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