nucmednet Chapter 167: The Final Battle of the Enemies
Chapter 167: The Final Battle of the Enemies
Chapter 167: The Final Battle of the Enemies
The cold morning wind swept across the wilderness outside Nanyang Prefecture like a knife. Qian Dayong stood outside the tent, his hands clasped behind his back, silent. An unspoken tension hung in the air, as if foreshadowing a coming storm. His gaze pierced through the hazy fog, fixed on the towering city wall, as if he could see the city defense commander within—Nie Yuan.
"Nie Yuan..." Qian Dayong gritted his teeth and whispered the name, a cold glint in his eyes. In his early years, he served under the Prince of Zhennan, believing that with his ability and courage, he could gradually climb the ranks and become a regional commander. However, reality was cruel. The Prince of Zhennan never seemed to appreciate him at all. Instead, Nie Yuan, with his achievements in several battles and his awe-inspiring demeanor, quickly won the Prince's favor.
"Damn Nie Yuan," Qian Dayong cursed in his heart, "He's just lucky!"
He recalled fighting alongside Nie Yuan many years ago. After each battle, Nie Yuan was always the first to report to the Prince of Zhennan, while he could only stand by, silently watching Nie Yuan proudly accept all the praise. The glory on the battlefield should have belonged to Qian Dayong, but it had always been elusive to him, simply because that person was better at currying favor with the Lord than he was.
Whenever Nie Yuan shone on the battlefield, Qian Dayong cursed inwardly. Every victory of Nie Yuan's was like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart. That should have been his, Qian Dayong, showing off his prowess on the battlefield, winning the trust and admiration of the Prince of Zhennan, instead of standing by and watching others take away everything he desired.
Now, Nie Yuan had become the commander of Nanyang Prefecture's city defenses, and although he was a resident general, he still didn't hold a candle to him. Whenever Qian Dayong thought about this, anger burned in his chest like a raging fire. He felt not only humiliated but also deeply jealous of Nie Yuan's brilliant military achievements and noble character.
"If it weren't for Nie Yuan, that position should have been mine!" Qian Dayong felt as if there were millions of ants biting his heart. He hated his own unwillingness, hated the unfairness of fate, and hated that damned upright man even more.
This action was not only for the Third Prince, but also for himself. The opportunity for revenge was before him, and he would never let Nie Yuan stand in his way again. In this battle, he would make Nie Yuan pay the price—preferably, die in this chaos.
Inside the camp, soldiers geared up in the cold wind, their steps silent and whispers filling the air. Occasionally, the clash of swords could be heard as soldiers checked their weapons with their cold hands. An invisible sense of oppression permeated the camp, as if everyone was waiting for an inevitable decisive battle.
At this moment, a report came from the soldiers in the tent: "General, the spies report that although the defenses in Nanyang Prefecture are tight, no signs of large-scale operations have been found so far."
Qian Dayong nodded slightly, the tension on his face relaxing slightly. Today would be a crucial moment for the operation. If unrest broke out in the city, he would have the opportunity to strike Nie Yuan, putting Nanyang Prefecture in even greater jeopardy. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and he couldn't let it slip.
"Continue to monitor the city and report back to me." Qian Dayong's tone was icy, weighing heavily on every soldier's heart. The messenger immediately withdrew respectfully to convey the general's orders.
Qian Dayong turned and walked into the tent. Inside, a detailed map of Nanyang Prefecture hung, its defenses clearly marked. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, stared intently at the map, his mind rapidly deducing the next steps.
"This time, I will never lose to Nie Yuan again." Qian Dayong secretly swore in his heart, the flame of revenge burning in his heart again. The failure, humiliation and shame of that day kept flooding into his mind, oppressing him so much that he could hardly breathe.
"General, what should we do next?" The deputy general noticed Qian Dayong's mood change and asked cautiously.
Qian Dayong pondered for a moment and said calmly, "Wait and see what happens. Wait until the refugees completely disrupt the situation in the city, and then we'll seize the opportunity to act. We have people lying in ambush everywhere. Once they take action, the lifeblood of Nanyang Prefecture will be firmly under our control."
The deputy general nodded in acceptance of the order, his face showing a hint of nervousness, but more of trust and obedience.
Qian Dayong nodded with satisfaction and glanced coldly at the city wall in the distance: "Nie Yuan, today, I want you to pay the price."
Meanwhile, the wind outside the tent gradually faded, and the sound of the soldiers' footsteps faded into the stillness of the night. Qian Dayong stood before the map, his gaze sharp, mentally deducing the upcoming action. He knew that a decisive battle between these mortal enemies was unavoidable, and he, Qian Dayong, would not give Nie Yuan any more leeway.