xymnovel Chapter 903 Leaving Seeds
Chapter 903 Leaving Seeds
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"General, we..."
A young soldier opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Nangong Tianxia.
"Stop talking, this is an order, you must obey!"
"Remember, wherever you are, preserve the seed of the Razer Dragon Rider, so that... if one day we meet again."
"At that time, I hoped to see a stronger and braver Razer Dragoon."
Nangong Tianxia's voice suddenly turned serious as he looked at the young generals who were finding it hard to accept.
"General, we don't want to leave! We're willing to live and die with you!"
A young soldier's eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Silly child, why be like this? Life is full of helplessness, but as long as you live, there is hope."
"You are the future of my Thunder Dragon Riders, the hope of my Great Qian! As long as you live, one day we will be able to restore the glory of my Great Qian!"
Nangong Tianxia said softly, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes.
"General, we...we really can't come with you?"
The remaining young players clenched their fists, tears glistening in their eyes.
"No, this is an order, and it's also my expectation of you."
Nangong Tianxia's voice was firm as he watched the constantly changing expressions on the faces of the others.
"General, we understand. We will carry the seeds of the Thunder Dragon Riders and survive. One day, we will return!"
Finally, after a while, Nangong Tianxia's prestige ultimately prevailed over their personal will.
"Good, that's the spirit of the Thunder Dragon Riders! Remember, no matter how difficult the future may be, you must persevere!"
Nangong Tianxia looked at them with a smile, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.
"General, we will definitely do it!"
The group knelt down to pay their respects, trying their best not to look at Nangong Tianxia's smiling face.
As the night deepened, the candlelight inside the Marshal's Mansion flickered in the wind, as if it too was saddened by the impending farewell.
"Wait a minute!"
Just as the young soldiers were about to turn and leave, Nangong Tianxia suddenly called out to them.
The young players stopped and looked back at Nangong Tianxia, their eyes filled with confusion.
"well..."
Nangong Tianxia slowly walked to the desk and carefully pulled out two yellowed scrolls from a pile of messy documents. These two scrolls were more precious to him than his own life.
One volume is the training manual of the Thunder Dragon Cavalry, which records the training secrets forged by the Thunder Dragon Cavalry through countless battles since its establishment. It is the foundation upon which the Thunder Dragon Cavalry has been able to stand firm. The other volume is the scroll of the Thunder Dragon Cavalry's military formations, which contains the secrets of the formations that made the Thunder Dragon Cavalry invincible on the battlefield. It is the culmination of many years of hard work by the commanders-in-chief of the Thunder Dragon Cavalry throughout the years of Nangong Tianxia and the Great Qian Dynasty.
He gently stroked the two scrolls, as if bidding farewell to an old friend, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes.
"One of these two scrolls is the training manual for the Thunder Dragon Riders, and the other is our military formation."
"You must keep them safe. They are the soul of our Razer Dragon Riders and proof that we ever existed."
Then, he resolutely handed the reel to the young leader, his tone heavy.
The young general took the scrolls, his hands trembling slightly. He knew the weight of these two scrolls. They were not just words and pictures on paper, but also the hard work and wisdom of Nangong Tianxia and countless predecessors of the Thunder Dragon Riders. They were the seeds of the Thunder Dragon Riders' legacy.
"If...if one day the Great Qian Dynasty really can't hold on any longer, and there are still remnants of the royal family, if you can, please give these two scrolls to them."
"Tell them that the Thunder Dragon Riders have never betrayed the Great Qian Dynasty. This is the last gift the Thunder Dragon Riders left for the Great Qian Dynasty. We hope they can use this to rebuild the Great Qian Dynasty and restore its former glory."
Nangong Tianxia looked at the young general, a complex expression flashing in his eyes, and continued speaking.
At this point, Nangong Tianxia's voice choked slightly. He turned away, not wanting the young soldiers to see the tears in his eyes.
He had always known that the Great Qian Dynasty was now in dire straits, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was advancing rapidly, and the demise of the Great Qian Dynasty seemed to be only a matter of time.
But he still held a sliver of hope that there would be survivors in the Great Qian royal family and that the flame of the Thunder Dragon Riders could continue to burn.
"If... even if there are no survivors of the Great Qian royal family, the Thunder Dragon Riders cannot be allowed to simply disappear into history. You must continue to train new warriors and let the banner of the Thunder Dragon Riders fly forever on this land."
"Find someone trustworthy to carry on the legacy of the Razer Dragon Riders!"
After a while, he suppressed his grief, turned his head slightly, and continued to give instructions.
Upon hearing this, the young generals felt a surge of inexplicable responsibility. They knew that Nangong Tianxia had entrusted the future of the Thunder Dragon Riders and the hope of the Great Qian Dynasty to them.
"General, we will definitely do it!"
"The Thunder Dragon Riders will never perish at our hands!"
The young leader's voice was firm; this was not just a promise, but a responsibility and a mission.
"Alright, then let's proceed as planned. Go back and prepare yourselves, and be ready to act at any time."
Nangong Tianxia nodded, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes.
The group bowed and left the marshal's mansion. Nangong Tianxia watched their departing figures, a strange feeling welling up in his heart.
He knew this was their final farewell, and perhaps... it would also be a new beginning for the Razer Dragon Riders?
"I hope you have a safe journey, and I also hope that the legacy of the Razer Dragon Riders will be passed down forever."
Nangong Tianxia murmured to himself, a complex look flashing in his eyes. He then turned and walked back to his study, continuing to peruse the military treatise as if nothing had happened.
He had made his decision and prepared a way out for his subordinates. No matter the outcome, he would not regret it.
...
Meanwhile, at the heart of the Yellow Turban camp, a majestic main tent stood in the night, like a sleeping giant, poised to pounce.
Inside the tent, the candlelight illuminated the entire space as bright as day. Meng Zhang sat upright in the main seat, his eyes slightly closed and his face serene.
Below, Li Cunxiao led three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry in a surprise attack on the valley camp and quickly returned. He was still wearing his armor, and the dust and bloodstains showed the cruelty of the battlefield.
Later, Zhang Hao, Liang Fang, Liang Lin and others also returned from their march overnight. They all looked exhausted but could not hide their excitement. They sat around the table, mostly deep in thought, but all of them revealed their anticipation for the upcoming battle.
The tent was silent except for the occasional crackling of candlelight and the faint neighing of horses and the sound of wind outside, seemingly telling of the depth of the night and the calm before the battle.
Meng Zhang closed his eyes to rest, awaiting news from the Yellow Turban Army's intelligence organization, Taipingwei, and Luowang.
What he wanted were signals of action from the generals within Qianyuan City who harbored disloyal intentions; these messages were key to the next move tonight.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. The atmosphere inside the tent was heavy and oppressive. Although the generals below each had their own thoughts, none of them dared to disturb Meng Zhang's contemplation.