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"General, perhaps the situation isn't as dire as we think," said Lieutenant General Jin Zhao cautiously.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kim Jian-in whirled around and grabbed his collar, roaring, "And you're following me?!"

"Fool! The signal fire has reached the capital!"

"Do you think they lit the beacon towers for fun?! If the situation wasn't extremely urgent, why would they light every single one along the way!"

Now the news has reached the capital, everyone knows that the battle at Bailiyuan is becoming increasingly tense! Everyone knows it!!

Jin Jianren's eyes widened, and bloodshot veins appeared in them.

Intense anger filled my mind, and with that rage came a overwhelming sense of shame.

When he learned of the signal fire alarm in the palace at morning, he was almost startled out of his wits.

He thought the battle at Yuli might be met with strong resistance from the rebels.

The rebel army was not weak, this is a clear fact. It can be seen from their overwhelming victory at An Yang County and the slaughter of hundreds of thousands of soldiers at Yanluo Mountain.

But in such a short time, they have fought two tough battles back to back. Do the rebels still have enough troops?

It's obviously not possible.

A battle can be a brutal affair, with heavy casualties on even the winning side. This is especially true when fighting back-to-back in a short period of time.

Long journeys from one battlefield to the next, no human can escape fatigue.

In fact, decades ago during the civil unrest in Dagan, there were also rebel troops. These rebel troops, much like any others, desperately sought victory and yearned to storm the capital.

But in this process, or facing the situation of insufficient troops and dwindling supplies.

Or, after capturing a large city, internal divisions arise. Some want to continue fighting, others want to rest and indulge in the pleasures at hand.

Thus, even the most formidable rebel armies were defeated and shattered one by one, ultimately all being slaughtered to the last man, with their entire clans exterminated.

And now this rebel army is arguably the most formidable one in history.

Therefore, Jin Jianren understood that the Battle of Bai Liyuan might last for a while, perhaps three days, five days?

However, no matter what, as long as the battle takes place in Bai Li Yuan, the longer the duration of the war, the better it will be for the imperial court, rather than the other way around.

After all, aid can be constantly dispatched from the capital. Besides troops and horses, there are also grain supplies.

But the rebels, do not have so many guarantees.

Based on this, Jin Jianren knew that a complete victory was just a matter of time.

But now, this rebel leader and his army have completely exceeded all expectations.

These problems never seemed to appear on them. This vast rebel army seemed like a single person, marching and fighting its way forward.

In just a couple of months, he truly made his way from Beiliang all the way to Baiyanyuan.

Kim Jin-pyo doesn't understand.

"Big brother, I told you a long time ago, the rebel army is not so easy to deal with!"

"Do you think I would lose just because I'm incompetent?!"

"I barely escaped from Yànluò Mountain! That was already a close call!"

"Look, the signal fires are burning all over! This is clear proof! You didn't listen to me, you didn't believe me!"

"I've told half a lie! I said long ago that we can't pin all our hopes on this one battle!"

"Xiong Qian isn't as good as me!!! Look, he's definitely going to die in Bai Li Yuan!"

This was what the second brother, Jin Jiande, said in a loud voice, his neck stiff, during the morning hours at the Duke's Mansion.

Kim Jin-woo still remembers the angry look on his face when he said that.

Besides that angry expression, he also saw in his second brother's eyes a hint of mockery.

Kim Jian-jin keenly sensed that the mockery seemed to be directed at him.

This enraged him, making his anger boil over. He stormed into the military camp and sent out scouts to fetch any incoming intelligence reports.

He wanted to see how far the war in this hundred-mile plain had progressed!

Could it be that all of Xiong Qian's soldiers died at the Battle of Bai Li Yuan?

>I hope it won't come to that.

He could only comfort himself this way.

Immediately, he let go suddenly. Jin Zhao stumbled and gasped for breath in a hurry.

"Light the cavalry, infantry, and have them reach Zhongnan Pass as quickly as possible!"

If the Battle of Bai Li Yuan was truly lost, we absolutely must not let the rebels enter the pass!

Although still seething with anger, Kim Jin-ae's mind was clear. He immediately ordered the most urgent action to be taken.

No matter how dire the situation on the front lines becomes, Zhongnan Pass absolutely cannot be lost!

If the rebels enter the pass, it will be a terrifying situation regardless of whether they gather their forces to continue marching on the capital or disperse into several smaller groups.

This means that the capital needs to directly face the threat of rebels, whether they attack head-on or send spies into the capital from behind. Both scenarios are difficult to deal with.

What needs to be done now is to reinforce Zhongnan Pass at the fastest speed possible. Whether it's defending the pass or continuing to suppress the rebels there, both are the right moves!

And at this moment, for the order of General Zhen Guo, Jin Zhao absolutely dared not utter a single dissenting word.

In the military, a General of National Defense is like God; he has absolute authority and no one can contradict him!

"Yes! General!"

Jin Zhao bowed, then turned and ran.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the tent, Kim Jianren frowned and immediately stopped, yelling:

"Send another group to Shenjiying and get ready for battle!"

Jin Zhao was startled. "Is this the Divine Machine Camp?"

Kim Jin-un glared and said, “Can those weapons arrive at Zhongnan Pass immediately!”

Jin Zhao understood. The Shenjiying's weapons and equipment were mostly heavy weaponry, and they were not yet fully equipped. After all, developing those weapons was incredibly expensive.

While the court... gave not much military funding, but nobody dared to speak of it, after all, this money that should have been given as military funding, had been taken...

Jin Zhao was also a beneficiary, so he wouldn't say anything.

Moreover, who could have imagined that the prosperous Great Qi dynasty would be faced with such a formidable rebel army this year?

If there were no rebels, in another five or ten years, wouldn't we be able to build a new army?

That is also why it has dragged on until now, and this Divine Machine Camp has yet to be fully formed.

"Yes, General. Let's assemble a force first!" Jin Zhao opened his mouth.

"Well, wait for military intelligence! If it really is the worst-case scenario, then we'll have to fight like this!" Kim Jianren said in a low voice.

"Yes, General!" Jin Zhao exited the tent.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he let out a sigh.

Lifting his head to look at the distant smoke, Jin Zhao shook his head and bit down on his lip.

"Yes, these two years of peace have been far too comfortable."

"I should have built a new army back then..."

The words in his heart remained unspoken. Kim Jae pursed his lips and left in silence.

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Meanwhile.

Inside the Imperial City, in the Qinxian Hall.

A sharp cry echoed within the hall, loud and piercing, almost as if it could shatter one's eardrums.

"Could it be that the rebels truly intend to storm Jinling?"

Qin Ze! Smoke and haze!

Unlike usual days, King Jin Fengluan of the Great Yan Kingdom, who should have had a dignified expression, now had slightly dishevelled hair.

Her originally pretty face now looked so ferocious. Her fair skin was flushed red and blue, and her phoenix eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets.

Yet, there was no trace of majesty in his bearing, instead he appeared utterly devoid of dignity and grace, lacking the demeanor of a sovereign.