Since it is a national war, it is impossible for it to end swiftly.
As time goes by, Yan Daiqing looks grimly at the increasing battle reports, the growing population, and the lurking threats. Only the gold and silver from the nobles on the grasslands manage to lighten his mood somewhat.
The scorching summer sun, under the murderous aura stirred by swords and blades, gradually loses its glare and heat. A chill begins to seep into the wind, and the Great Khan's numerous counterattacks become less fierce.
However, there seems to be a tacit understanding among these forces.
If he attacks the allied forces of Chen and Qin, then Xiyi City would take action.
Attacking the Ying Country's Military God Jiang Su...
No one would choose the toughest nut to crack.
