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Fu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes and saw the crisscrossing beams and fish-scale tiles. He sat up and looked around, finding himself in an ancient barracks.

Several hard bows hung on the wall, and three swords lay on the long desk. Spears, halberds, and pikes stood on the weapon rack. His upper body was bare, and thick bandages were wrapped around his right chest, with faint bloodstains seeping through. He pressed his fingertips lightly and felt a sharp pain.

This body was seriously injured, affecting the heart and lungs.

At this moment, the "Yanshi" mark on his forehead was slightly hot, conveying a fragmented and brief memory.

Fu Qingyang's current identity was Yang Ce, the youngest General of the Flying Cavalry in the Southern Dynasty, a first-rank official.

A month ago, the Northern Dynasty gathered 400,000 troops to invade the south, conquering cities and fortresses along the way. The Southern Dynasty army was weak, either abandoning cities and fleeing or surrendering.

General of the Flying Cavalry Yang Ce was appointed commander-in-chief in a time of crisis, leading the last 90,000 elite troops of the Southern Dynasty to defend Linxia City, vowing to contain the Northern Dynasty's southward advance and defend the capital from outside.

That was all the information. So it was a role-playing scenario. No wonder the main quest was a "role quest." As an experienced player, Fu Qingyang had encountered this type of dungeon before.

Role-playing dungeons are usually high-difficulty dungeons.

In addition, dungeons have another characteristic: there's no need to worry about knowing what roles your teammates are playing.

The main quest was activated: repel the Northern Dynasty army or protect the Southern Dynasty capital.

"The fact that there are no restrictions on my background means my identity doesn't need to be kept secret and can be revealed to teammates. Is this because of my status as the commander-in-chief?"

Fu Qingyang sensed his body. His Yanshi skills were all there, and he could open his inventory. His skills and items as a player were not restricted, but the physical injuries were real, severely affecting his combat power.

He walked to the bronze mirror on the desk and saw a pale, handsome face. The appearance was also Fu Qingyang's, without any changes.

He quickly made a judgment. His spiritual realm quest didn't require him to break through or hide; it didn't involve scheming. What he needed was war, war, and war!

"A concise and clear main quest often means the enemy's strength is terrifying. I need to understand the current situation before fighting."

Fu Qingyang skillfully put on the fish-scale armor, casually picked up a precious sword, and strode out of the barracks.

"General!" The soldiers at the door bowed and greeted him upon seeing him.

Fu Qingyang nodded with a stern face and looked at the soldier on the left, "Go and summon all the generals in the army to a meeting."

He then looked at the soldier on the right, "Lead the way."

The soldier on the left acknowledged and left. The soldier on the right didn't understand why he needed to lead the way to the "Military Affairs Hall," but he would obediently follow the general's orders.

Along the way, Fu Qingyang looked around. This was the north side of the city's barracks. He could see the towering city walls and fluttering flags in the distance, as well as soldiers holding sharp weapons.

Before long, Fu Qingyang followed the soldier to a building with upturned eaves.

Under the eaves hung the words "Military Affairs Hall." The soldier stayed outside. Fu Qingyang, with a sword at his waist, pushed open the lattice door, stepped over the threshold, and casually glanced around. He saw rows of high-backed chairs surrounding a huge sand table. Behind the general's seat hung a detailed ancient map.

Fu Qingyang walked to the map and stared at it with a profound gaze. Soon, he found the location of "Linxia City" on the map, directly north of the capital.

The two cities were forty miles apart. If Linxia City fell, it would directly threaten the Southern Dynasty capital.

Fu Qingyang stared at the map, and a 3D image slowly formed in his brain. The terrain, including mountains, rivers, and other features, gradually appeared in his mind.

In just five minutes, he imprinted the terrain within ten miles of Linxia City in his mind, assuming the map was accurate.

At this moment, Fu Qingyang heard a series of rapid footsteps coming from inside and outside the door.

Seven people, all experts: three Earth Manipulators, two Beast Tamers, and two Fire Masters.

Fu Qingyang turned to look at the lattice door, just in time to see it being pushed open. High-ranking generals wearing heavy and light fish-scale armor crossed the threshold and entered the Military Affairs Hall.

Fu Qingyang's eyes narrowed as he saw several familiar faces: Lingjun, Zhao Chenghuang, and Tianxia Guihuo.

The three of them hadn't changed their appearance. At this moment, they were curiously looking around, observing the environment and their companions, carefully hiding their "new arrival" status.

Just as they were thinking, the three of them also saw Fu Qingyang. Their expressions showed joy, which they quickly suppressed.

Fu Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the high-ranking generals entering the room, and said indifferently, "Sit."

The nine generals naturally found their positions. Seeing this, Lingjun, Zhao Chenghuang, and Tianxia Guihuo quickly occupied the remaining three chairs.

Before Fu Qingyang could speak, a burly man with a rough face and slightly red eyes coldly snorted, "General, the army is pressing down, and we have many affairs. Just say what you need to say, but don't act rashly again, dragging down the three armies."

While the burly man was speaking, Fu Qingyang keenly noticed that the expressions of the other generals were disgusted, disdainful, or hateful, extremely dissatisfied.

He couldn't help but look at Lingjun. Lingjun, as the old lover and partner of Qian Gongzi, understood and said in a deep voice, "General, you disregarded the objections of the generals the other day and led troops out of the city to attack the enemy camp without authorization. Unexpectedly, you fell into an ambush. We fought with all our might, losing three thousand soldiers to save you. As a commander, such recklessness is a disgrace to the court's trust, a disgrace to the people's trust, and even more a disgrace to the soldiers who died because of you."

The generals were in awe, looking at Lingjun with admiration.

Fu Qingyang looked at everyone expressionlessly, already understanding the first difficulty he faced: morale was scattered.

A commander must have the prestige to command the three armies. Without prestige, he cannot lead troops, and once he goes to war with the enemy, he will surely be defeated.

So the primary task now is to establish prestige and gather the hearts of the people!

Fu Qingyang pondered. Usually, the quickest and simplest way is to lead troops out of the city and win a battle, but he is now a general who cannot convince the public, and because he led troops out of the city without authorization the other day, causing heavy losses to the Southern Dynasty army, repeating the same mistake would only incite resentment in the army and offer no chance of victory.

Going out of the city is courting death. As his thoughts flowed, Fu Qingyang said lightly, "This general has already realized his mistake. The reason I summoned everyone here today is to listen to your opinions. The enemy army is besieging the city, and Linxia is in a precarious situation. How can we break this deadlock?"

He planned to first obtain detailed information about the enemy before making plans.

Hearing this, the generals showed surprise. This young general, who thought so highly of himself, actually admitted his mistake. The sun must be rising in the west.

Fu Qingyang looked around and said coldly, "What? Are you all just good-for-nothings, with no plans in your minds?"

Provoked by his words, the Fire Master in the general's ranks couldn't help but slam the table and begin to talk eloquently, discussing his strategies and ideas.

Fu Qingyang sat high in the chief seat, supporting his elbows on the table, listening with a cold expression, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.

Before long, through the guidance of several generals, Fu Qingyang understood the enemy's situation. The commander of the Northern Dynasty army was Tuoba Guanghe, known as the strongest in the Northern Frontier.

This person had aspired to the throne of the strongest in the Northern Frontier more than a decade ago. In the ten years since his debut, he had terrified the major sects in the Northern Frontier. After becoming invincible in the martial world, he joined the court and formed the Jueque Army, sweeping across the world without rivals.

His most glorious achievement was six years ago, when he led five hundred Jueque soldiers to attack the barbarians in the north, traversing eight hundred miles, all the way to the heart of the northern barbarians, finally settling the barbarian troubles for the Northern Dynasty and focusing on the southern expedition, aiming to achieve the unification of the world.

It was said that Tuoba Guanghe's body was like an iron tower, with a severed head and eight arms, capable of blocking a million troops alone, and never tiring. The Jueque Army he led was the same.

During the eight-hundred-mile campaign, this army did not need any supplies.

An ancient war god, whose Jueque Army was composed of bewitched demons... A trace of solemnity appeared on Fu Qingyang's handsome face.

Ancient war gods were born for slaughter and war. Moreover, this ancient war god had formed an army of bewitched demons, so their combat power was unimaginable. However, Fu Qingyang was not afraid, because the Yanshi was also born for war. In ancient descriptions, it was said that the Southern Yanshi and the Northern War God would fight to the death.

Fu Qingyang also learned in detail about the types of troops on both sides, his own supplies, equipment, the number of people in the city, and the amount of grain in the granaries. Lingjun, Tianxia Guihuo, and Zhao Chenghuang listened very carefully.

After each general had expressed their opinions and put forward their strategies, Fu Qingyang said loudly, "Everyone's valuable advice, Ce will remember in his heart and ponder deeply at night. Everyone is busy with military affairs, so today's meeting will end here. Go back." Although the meeting had no results, the generals had the opportunity to express their opinions and left satisfied, having changed their opinion of the arrogant Yang Ce. "You three, stay."

Tianxia Guihuo took the initiative to close the lattice door. Lingjun immediately resumed his lazy posture, almost putting his feet on the sand table. Fu Qingyang didn't waste any words.

"What information have you gathered?" Zhao Chenghuang said bluntly, "The most I've heard is the generals privately criticizing you."

Yang Ce was a member of a powerful family. His sister was the current empress. Relying on his family background and connections, he became the General of the Flying Cavalry. This time, when the Northern Dynasty invaded, the dim-witted emperor in the capital listened to his pillow talk and appointed an inexperienced nobleman as the commander to resist the Northern Dynasty's 400,000 troops and the Northern Frontier's top expert, Tuoba Guanghe.

Tianxia Guihuo added, "I've observed the soldiers in the barracks. They can only be said to be a qualified army, but far from a fierce and invincible force. Facing the Northern Dynasty's iron cavalry, they will surely be defeated. In addition, Tuoba Guanghe is a butcher on the battlefield. Every time he captures a city, he slaughters it on a large scale. The people in the city are panicking. If it weren't for the army guarding the city gates and implementing a scorched-earth policy, the people in the city would have fled long ago."

Lingjun sighed, "The army's morale is scattered, the people's hearts are scattered, 50,000 against 400,000... Alas, if it were a battle on flat ground, the Southern Dynasty would have been destroyed. Fortunately, I've used jumping birds to observe the terrain of Linxia City. It leans against the mountains in the south and faces water, and the terrain is high, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack."

After speaking, he added, "In short, our only advantage is the city walls." Fu Qingyang listened silently and gave his three teammates a cold truth.

"I estimate that Tuoba Guanghe's level is at least Level 8 peak, possibly Level 9 early stage. This doesn't include other dominators from the Northern Dynasty."

Lingjun suddenly stood up, baring his teeth, "I'm just a…" Tianxia Guihuo and Zhao Chenghuang's faces were more serious than ever.

The former hesitated and said, "I saw that the main quest is to survive for ten days. What about you?"

"Same."

Lingjun and Zhao Chenghuang spoke at the same time.

"My main quest is to repel the enemy or protect the capital," Fu Qingyang said. Lingjun cast a sympathetic glance at his close friend.

"Let's make this clear. After ten days, I'll immediately quit the spiritual realm. Don't expect me to stay and help you."

Fu Qingyang said coldly, "I don't need cannon fodder." After a pause, he said, "Have you seen the other members of Primordial Beginning and Return of the Dead?"

The three shook their heads slightly. Lingjun said, "I don't know where that kid is. Oh right, we need to find them quickly. With them here, this battle can be fought."

Tianxia Guihuo and Zhao Chenghuang thought the same. In this high-difficulty dungeon, having Primordial Beginning would give them a sense of security.

Fu Qingyang sneered, "The dungeon is called 'The Fallen Monarch.' Since we landed in the barracks, who do you think the dim-witted emperor will be?"

The three looked at each other. Lingjun exclaimed, "Immediately retreat to the capital!"

At this moment, a deafening howl exploded in the barracks, the sound waves rolling.

The four people in the Military Affairs Hall's expressions changed slightly. Fu Qingyang strode out, stood facing the door, and immediately asked the guard on duty, "What's going on?"

The soldier didn't move, with a look of indifference on his face, "General, it's that Northern Dynasty prisoner shouting. It's like this every day. Have you forgotten?"

"A Northern Dynasty prisoner?" Fu Qingyang's heart stirred. "Take me there."

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