Elena's decisiveness was like a thunderbolt, and her ruthless decisiveness left a deep impression on Chen Zhennan.
This instantly elevated her status in Chen Zhennan's heart by several levels, like a newly sharpened sword, its brilliance fully revealed.
Chen Zhennan walked slowly to Elena, his steps steady and powerful, each step revealing his new understanding and respect for Elena.
"General Elena, your bravery fills me with deep respect. I will not go to see the Slavic Emperor. Now that Ivanov is dead and you have become the Princess of the North, the Slavic Kingdom has lost the conditions to continue fighting."
His words carried a hint of relief, signaling the end of the war.
Elena raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes filled with determination and unyielding spirit: "Chen Zhennan, your judgment is correct. Although the Slavic nation has suffered heavy losses, our dignity and courage should not be underestimated."
Her voice carried a hint of warning, as if reminding Chen Zhennan that even after the war ended, the honor of the Slavic nation remained inviolable.
Chen Zhennan nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes, completely disregarding the Slavic nation's so-called glory.
"Although the Slavic emperor may seek revenge, their fighting strength, in my opinion, is futile. In the face of the special forces, any enemy is no match for them."
His words revealed absolute confidence in the special forces, who were an invincible force on the battlefield.
A complex light flashed in Elena's eyes. She knew that Chen Zhennan's words were not an exaggeration; she had long heard of the power of the special forces.
She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Chen Zhennan, I hope you can keep your promise and stop attacking Slavic countries. Our people have suffered greatly from war, and they yearn for peace."
Her voice carried a plea, a prayer for a glimmer of hope for the people of the Slavic nation.
Chen Zhennan smiled slightly, his smile carrying a hint of promise and determination.
“Elena, I, Chen Zhennan, am a man of my word. Once I have made a promise, I will never go back on it. Peace is the outcome we both hope for, and I am willing to lay down our arms for the sake of the peace and tranquility of the people of both countries.”
His words conveyed a sense of relief, assuring Elena that the shadow of war had dissipated.
As Chen Zhennan finished speaking, the atmosphere inside the tent gradually eased.
Everyone breathed cautiously, waiting for an important moment.
A hint of gratitude flashed in Elena's eyes, her heart filled with anticipation and hope for the future.
Elena's gaze was firm and unwavering. She turned to her lieutenant, her voice carrying an undeniable resolve: "Lieutenant, pass on my order: leave 100,000 troops at the border, and bring the rest back. From now on, we will only defend; we must not attack."
Her words exuded a dignified and upright spirit, like a pine tree in winter, standing tall and unyielding.
Upon hearing this, the lieutenant first nodded emphatically, as firm as a rock, and then asked Elena with a hint of concern, "General, are you leaving today?"
His voice carried a hint of reluctance, as if he were seeking a later farewell.
Elena nodded slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness and determination: "I have no reason to stay any longer. Although I never intended to betray my country, Ivanov and Petrov both died at my hands. If I go back, the Emperor will certainly not let me go."
Her words carried a touch of tragic grandeur, like a lone goose flying south, helpless yet resolute.
The lieutenant understood Elena's predicament, and his eyes held a deep sense of worry and reluctance.
These subordinates had followed Elena for many years, and they were very reluctant to see her leave.
Although Elena was also reluctant, she shook her head in the end, her voice choked with emotion: "I can't stay, but don't worry, when the world is at peace, we will still have the chance to meet. I hope you can come to congratulate me on my wedding."
Her words carried a hint of expectation, as if she were leaving a glimmer of hope for a future reunion.
As Elena finished speaking, Ai Zijun slowly walked to Elena's side. He looked around at Elena's subordinates, his eyes filled with determination and promise.
"I, Ai Zijun, hereby promise that I will cherish Elena as the apple of my eye. As long as there is no more war between the two countries, I will often let her meet with you subordinates to catch up."
His words carried a touch of warmth, like the warm sun in spring, comforting people's hearts.
Upon hearing this, a hint of emotion flashed in the eyes of Elena's subordinates, and a relieved smile appeared on their faces.
Elena stood in the center of the tent, her figure casting a long shadow in the dim light, like a hero about to leave the battlefield.
She turned to look at Ai Zijun, a slightly sly smile on her face, as if foreshadowing a new beginning.
"Let's go, Your Highness, take me to see the new home," Elena said with a smile, her voice filled with ease and anticipation, as if welcoming a turning point in her destiny.
Ai Zijun smiled faintly, his smile as warm and bright as the spring sunshine.
He turned to look at Chen Zhennan without saying anything, but he knew that Chen Zhennan would definitely make some preparations.
Chen Zhennan let out a long breath, as if the heavy burden in his heart had been released at that moment.
The pacification of the war in Northeast China eased his mind considerably, and he began to plan his next move.
"It's over. Now, all that's left is the war on the southwestern border."
His voice carried a hint of firmness and determination, as if announcing that a new battle was about to begin.
Chen Zhennan turned to look at Yan Shiyu, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. He ordered, "Shiyu, select five hundred men and have them stay under Ai Zijun's command. If the Slavic Empire dares to attack again, use the strongest means to repel them."
His words carried an undeniable air of authority, like a commander issuing a decisive order for battle.
Yan Shiyu nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with determination. He gave a heavy "hmm," then turned and walked out of the tent, his steps firm and powerful, like a warrior stepping onto the battlefield.
After arranging everything, Chen Zhennan took Ai Zijun and Elena and left the Slavic military camp, heading towards Kurokawa.
In the night wind, the battle flags fluttered, as if bidding them farewell.
Elena rode her horse, her long hair flying in the wind like a victory flag.
She would occasionally look back at her military camp, her eyes filled with reluctance. It held many of her memories and the marks of her battles, and now she had to leave it.
Her heart was filled with complex emotions, like autumn leaves falling, a mixture of nostalgia for the past and anticipation for the future.
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