Upon hearing Song Yunyang say that the memorial was very important, Chen Zhennan immediately took the memorial and quickly walked to the candlestick.
Reaching out, he opened the first memorial. It came from the southwest, handwritten by Song Yunming himself, the characters strong and powerful, revealing the severity of the frontier.
Chen Zhennan frowned slightly, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
He read the contents carefully, his expression gradually becoming serious.
The memorial stated: "Greenberg is still increasing the number of his followers. My southwestern garrison is insufficient in number. Although the special forces have strong firepower, Greenberg already has an army of 500,000 and has not yet launched an attack. It seems that he is waiting for something."
"This... an army of 500,000?"
Chen Zhennan muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief.
Such a number would be enough to tear apart the entire southwestern defense line. No matter how powerful the submachine guns were, they were nothing in the face of an army of 500,000.
He turned to look at Song Yunyang, who had already begun processing the memorials on the table, clearly very familiar with the two memorials in his hands.
Chen Zhennan opened the second memorial, his gaze sweeping over it, a chill creeping into his heart.
This memorial was written personally by Prince Ai Zijun of Zhenbei, and the handwriting revealed a sense of urgency and anxiety.
The memorial stated: "The Slavic Principality has amassed an army of 250,000, with a very long battle line. The northeastern plains are mostly occupied, and the defending forces number only 100,000, which is simply not enough to stop the Slavic Principality's 250,000-strong army. Spring is approaching, and the snow and ice in the northeast will soon melt. If the war spreads to the interior, it will likely delay the people's farming."
"An army of 250,000..."
Chen Zhennan's voice was deep, as if a suppressed flood was about to burst forth.
His fingers lightly traced the surface of the memorial, feeling the roughness of the paper, as if he could touch the approaching crisis.
At this moment, the wind outside grew fierce, as if foreshadowing an impending war.
How should we respond?
Song Yunyang's voice broke the silence. She raised her head, looked directly at Chen Zhennan, and awaited his decision.
Chen Zhennan stood opposite her, his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze fixed on the map on the table, his heart churning with unspoken emotions.
His fingers gently traced the red dots marked on the map, the locations of the impending battle.
In fact, Chen Zhennan knew very well that resolving the impending wars in the southwest and northeast would not be difficult. His three thousand special forces were like a sharp sword, ready to be drawn at any time, and their powerful firepower was enough to annihilate the enemy.
"Actually... as long as we split the special forces into two and use powerful firepower to annihilate the enemy, victory is almost guaranteed; it's just a matter of time."
Song Yunyang nodded slightly, but she knew in her heart that Chen Zhennan was not someone who would easily resort to violence.
Deep within him lies a tenderness that makes him unwilling to kill.
“But Brother Nan, if we always use special forces to solve problems, what’s the point of having a garrison over there?” Song Yunyang asked calmly.
"That's what I think too. We can't let the border troops give up their fighting instincts, but I don't want to leave guns scattered everywhere."
After a pause, Chen Zhennan slowly raised his head and said in a deep voice, "More importantly, I don't want to kill anyone. If possible, I would prefer to resolve the issue through negotiation."
Chen Zhennan turned around and sat down next to Song Yunyang. His movements were slow and heavy, as if each step carried countless worries.
He lowered his head in thought, his fingers unconsciously stroking the table, making a soft rustling sound.
Song Yunyang remained silent, quietly waiting for him to sort out his thoughts.
In this era, the gleam of cold weapons still dominated the battlefield, while the dance of diplomacy became exceptionally difficult due to the slow transmission of information.
Every day, countless events emerge like stars, and the solution often requires the most direct and swift response, which is for the top leader to personally intervene and negotiate.
Chen Zhennan, as the supreme leader of Da Yan, could only sit here, feeling powerless.
The crises from the northeast and southwest were like two mountains weighing on his shoulders, leaving him with no choice but to choose one direction to deal with them.
What's more troublesome is that these two places are more than 2,000 miles apart and completely opposite, so there's simply not enough time to go back and forth.
Chen Zhennan was filled with anxiety. His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, each tap seeming to be tapping out the turmoil in his heart.
"How should I choose?"
Chen Zhennan muttered to himself, looking up at the window as if trying to find an answer in the air.
After thinking for a long time, an idea suddenly popped into his mind. He slowly turned his gaze to Song Yunyang, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.
Song Yunyang frowned slightly, raised her head, and a hint of wariness flashed in her eyes.
She was very sensitive to Chen Zhennan's expression and knew he had come up with another bad idea.
"If you have a solution, just say so. Do you want my help?"
Chen Zhennan put his arm around Song Yunyang's shoulder and said with a smile, "I've thought of a way that can satisfy both of us."
Upon hearing this, Song Yunyang raised an eyebrow, her face full of curiosity. "Oh? Tell me about it."
A sly smile appeared on Chen Zhennan's lips as he slowly said, "I will now abdicate and hand over the throne to you. Then I will take command again and personally go to the Northeast to meet the King of the Slavic Principality."
Upon hearing this, Song Yunyang's hand trembled, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"What? You want to abdicate? This is no joke!"
Seeing her reaction, Chen Zhennan couldn't help but find it amusing and coughed lightly in an attempt to ease the tension.
"I'm not joking, Yunyang. This is to solve some trouble, isn't it?"
"What a terrible idea!"
Song Yunyang stood up excitedly, placed her hands on the table, and looked dissatisfied.
"You've only been on the throne for less than three months. How can you so easily relinquish it? This will cause domestic unrest. What will the people think? Wouldn't it be even more troublesome if we faced internal and external troubles?"
Chen Zhennan was touched by her emotions and felt a warmth in his heart.
He understood that Song Yunyang was so excited because of her sense of responsibility to the country and her concern for him personally.
Chen Zhennan smiled slightly and slowly explained, "I did this precisely to better resolve the current troubles. With my reputation as the God of War, I'm confident I can successfully negotiate with the King of the Slavic Principality."
Upon hearing these words, Song Yunyang's anger gradually subsided, and her thoughts began to race.
Her gaze softened, and she asked seriously, "So, you want me to go to the southwest to negotiate with Greenberg as the Emperor of Great Yan?"
Her voice lowered, and there was a hint of hesitation in her tone.
Chen Zhennan nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
“That’s right, Yun Yang. You are the Emperor of Great Yan, representing the interests of the entire country. Greenberg will definitely refuse to negotiate with you. It would be best if he agrees to negotiate, but if he doesn’t, we’ll wipe him out with the special forces!”
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