Chapter 511: A Word of Advice

on be made. Although Zhao was the Chief Secretary of Xishan Province, such a major case clearly exceeded his jurisdiction. Yet, he directly ordered the eradication of the Long family. Could there be s...Chapter 511: Words of Caution

Li Chen's words woke Zheng Baorong up like a dream.

He had already sensed that being the magistrate of Beijing was not easy, with constant difficulties and scorn. He had wanted to go back to his Weihai Guard several times to be a local emperor.

But now, he realized that the Crown Prince had shielded him from countless hidden arrows and overt attacks.

How deep the waters of the capital city are, Zheng Baorong only now truly understands after having dipped his toe in to test the depth.

"Although this palace has allowed you to bend some rules, your work should still be done with proper methods and etiquette. Going out and proclaiming this palace as your backer at every turn will, in the long run, diminish even the most effective tiger skin's power."

Li Chen said earnestly, "Remember, your most powerful methods and weapons are only terrifying when you haven't used them. Once you actually use them, their deterrent effect is far less than before."

Zheng Bao Rong fell into thought, bowed deeply and said, “Thank you, Your Highness, for your guidance.”

"I'm pointing this out to you because you still have potential, at least the initial promotion work was done fairly well. Although the area is only fifteen hundred acres, you managed to spark the first fire, so things will be easier from here on."

"Now you'll be the one begging them to plant sweet potatoes. After the first harvest, they'll probably come knocking on your door begging for seeds."

Li Chen waved his hand and said, "There's nothing else, you can go now."

Just as Li Chen was reprimanding Zheng Baorong, a fierce battle was raging in the distant state of Xian.

On the battlefield, thousands of soldiers clashed in a chaotic melee, their shouts and the clang of weapons echoing throughout.

Both the Qin and the Japanese soldiers were bloodthirsty, entangled with each other. Swords clashed, broke, and they would pick up fallen weapons from the ground or their comrades or enemies to continue fighting. If they couldn't find a weapon, they would attack with their fists and teeth, using every means necessary to kill their opponents and survive.

Flags fell, tanks collapsed, flames roared everywhere, black smoke adding to the bleak and desolate scene of this brutal battlefield.

Tens of thousands of troops clashing in a massive battle, all tactics are useless by now. At this moment, it all boils down to the physical stamina, combat skills, and willpower of both sides' soldiers.

Whoever collapses first, dies!

Inside the central military tent, Su Pingbei's face was pale, his body still bandaged with white wrappings, and the seeping blood proved that his wounds were not yet healed.

But his expression was resolute.

Compared to a few months ago, the war had made huge changes to him.

He still looks young, but he has gained a certain determination and ruthlessness forged in the fires of experience.

Battle reports from the front line arrived like snowflakes, messengers constantly shuttling in and out of the main tent, delivering the latest news from the battlefield to Su Pingbei and his generals.

"Report! The 6,000-strong defensive camp on the left side of the East Japan has been broken by General Liu Cheng, and General Liu Cheng personally beheaded the Eastern Japan general, Zuo Tian Erlang!"

"Report! On the front lines, General Huang Haihe of our army has encountered General Mekawa of the Eastern Isles. Our forces are currently intercepting Mekawa's reinforcements sent to support the left flank defense!"

Each combat report was relayed, and within the grand tent, a dedicated general would compile all military intelligence. Then, they would immediately mark it on a map, updating the latest battlefield situation.

Suping stood before the map, his pale face flushed with a hint of excitement. "The current situation favors us," he said, "We should strike while the iron is hot!"Chapter 655 Money