Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"withdraw!"

Tatar's arrogance was shattered by the absolute power and absolute defense of the Former Emperor's Guard. Even if he had many thoughts in his mind, they ultimately turned into just one thought.

We lost!

Even if he loses, he will still kill Guo Jia.

The main reason why Haridetu chose Tatar as the cavalry commander, besides Tatar's identity, was Tatar's archery skills.

Tatar held Guo Jia firmly in his sights, then took out an arrow, slowly nocked it on the bowstring, and silently drew it back.

Guo Jia saw Tatar's actions, but a strong look of mockery appeared on his face.

Without being noticed, no one with a spiritual talent would die from an arrow.

With so many cautionary tales before them, and these strategists not being fools, they had long since improved their mental defenses against arrows.

With two layers of spiritual stance, both internal and external, even arrows of will cannot harm them.

Then, in the next instant, the arrow flew out. It wasn't particularly fast, almost as fast as the arrows of a normal elite archer, but the arrow caused the Tatar's aura to drop by 90%.

Guo Jia calmly mobilized his spiritual energy to deflect the arrows, but at the instant he deflected the arrows, countless arrows of will appeared as he pushed aside the physical arrows.

In the next instant, the arrow burst forth with countless threads of light like fireworks. In less than a breath, those fine threads of light completely enveloped Guo Jia, turning him into a spherical cocoon of light.

When the cocoon of light disappeared, Guo Jia was still standing on the chariot.

His face was slightly pale, but he still stood tall. When the Tatar arrow, which contained spirit and energy, struck his mental energy, there would be a brief collision between the two.

The collision did not cause much damage; the defensive tactic devised by a group of clever people with Huang Zhong as their hypothetical enemy was far more complex than it appeared.

The brief collision caused a shock to mental energy, which posed no problem for others, but it was different for Guo Jia, directly triggering his headache.

The fact that Guo Jia did not faint on the spot was due to his strong will. At the last moment, he used his spiritual talent to increase the probability of not fainting, thus ensuring that he remained standing.

"withdraw!"

His last effort failed, and Tatar could only fly into a rage of impotence before leaving with the few hundred surviving riders.

The Imperial Guards did not pursue, but instead quietly stayed by Guo Jia's side.

Guo Jia wanted to send someone to intercept and kill Tatar, but he couldn't utter a single word at the moment and could only stand stiffly in place, relying on his last bit of energy.

With the Tatars retreating on horseback, the battlefield situation was now a foregone conclusion.

After receiving a signal from Tatar, Haridtu, who was inside the city, realized that their plan to divide their forces had led to a near-total defeat. However, faced with the aggressive Sun Ce, they had no choice but to retreat and hand over the city to Xinghan.

The Mongol army withdrew in a grand manner. Zhang Liang, Sun Ce, and Ma Chao, without Guo Jia's orders, dared not pursue them rashly. After dealing with the Mongol soldiers covering the rear, they began to clean up the battlefield and check the city for any dangerous items.

It wasn't until the great battle was completely over that Guo Jia barely recovered some of his strength.

Upon learning that Ma Chao and his men had let Tatar and the others escape, Guo Jia let out a long sigh.

Indeed, in this level of imperial conflict, any problem could affect the situation on the battlefield.

The arrogance of the Mongol Yuan dynasty ruined their victory, while Guo Jia's hidden illness also deprived Xing Han of the opportunity to expand their gains.

"What a pity! We were just a little short!"

Guo Jia was very regretful. If he hadn't had a hidden illness, he could have saved at least tens of thousands more Mongol soldiers this time.

Soldiers of the Imperial Guard rank are, by any measure, considered elite.

No matter how wealthy and powerful the Mongol Empire was, it could not ignore this level of loss.

"Very well, since that's the case, let's consider it as a gesture of goodwill we're extending to the Mongol Yuan dynasty!"

Meanwhile, Haridetu and Tatar met up with the others and sighed upon learning that Guo Jia was accompanied by a group of extreme monsters.

The Miracle Legion is an uncontrollable miracle, but these monsters, honed to their limits, are a testament to national power.

There were also Mongol Yuan dynasties, but those were built on the foundation of countless Mongol cavalry units. They were powerful legions composed of the core members drawn from various Mongol cavalry regiments.

With its all-around skills and solid basic qualities, it managed to push its strength to a terrifying level. Apart from not being able to perform miracles, it was no different from the Miracle Legion.

The same applies to the Original Forged Emperor's Guards. Their limit in a single aspect is enough to reach the third talent level and the height of the heavens. The Original Forged Emperor's Guards achieved the limit of power through modification and the limit of defense by relying on mechs.

The combination of these two abilities, both at their peak, creates a terrifying force that rivals any miracle legion.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Xinghan found all the corpses of the Mongol soldiers, killed each one, and left no prisoners.

A fire burned the body completely.

Guo Jia looked at the flames soaring into the sky and felt as if something had descended and taken something away from the burning pile of corpses, but not completely; it seemed to be only a part of it.

"Is this what they mean by the soul returning to the Eternal Heaven?"

Guo Jia did not try to stop it, nor did he have the ability to do so. This kind of power that could directly cross worlds was not some secret technique or method. If he were unharmed, he could try it, but in the current situation, it was better to give up.

"Have our men work overtime to set up the city's defenses, be careful of a surprise counterattack from the enemy!" Guo Jia turned his gaze to Zhang Liang beside him and instructed.

In the following month, the anticipated counterattack by the Mongol Yuan dynasty did not materialize, a phenomenon that puzzled Guo Jia.

"Strange, could it be that the Mongol Yuan dynasty can't even spare this many troops now?" Guo Jia pondered the situation.

It's certainly a good thing that the Mongol Yuan dynasty didn't come, but it's still somewhat unusual.

He could understand that the Mongol Yuan dynasty had a mechanism for correcting mistakes, but he didn't think it was possible to immediately recover from such a small setback.

Changing the social atmosphere of a large country is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

The policies promoted by Xinghan, such as changing customs and integrating diverse ethnic groups, have not yet been implemented.

This has nothing to do with national strength; it's purely a matter of time.

The fact that the Mongols are not coming sends a subtle signal: the struggle between the two sides will not become a war of attrition. If a soldier loses a fair battle, no more reinforcements will be sent.

Guo Jia wasn't sure if his idea was correct, but at least judging from the Mongol Yuan's actions, he was certain that the Mongol Yuan didn't want to really push Xing Han to the opposite side.

"Report, strategist, battle reports from the other smaller worlds have arrived!"

Guo Jia glanced at the battle report, his expression immediately becoming serious. He then summoned Zhang Liang, Ma Chao, and Sun Ce.

"Take a look, everyone, here's the battle report that just came out!"

Guo Jia distributed the battle report, and while they were actively preparing for war, the legions of the King-Bearing Alliance had already begun to occupy various small worlds.

Contrary to expectations, the infiltration of the Ming Dynasty and the Mongol Yuan Dynasty was even more severe.

Localized skirmishes were taking place in almost every small area. The battle reports showed both wins and losses, with the overall odds of victory or defeat remaining roughly 50/50.

They won four out of seven battles against both the Ming and Mongol Yuan dynasties.

"Why is Caesar's victory over the enemy army placed at the top, when the Miracle Legion was involved? It's completely irrelevant!"

Ma Chao looked at the battle report with a hint of disdain; the Miracle Legion's performance was really not very impressive.

On the contrary, Ma Chao considered the victories of Ardashir and Xiao Jiangwei on the other side to be more significant.

"Read the battle report!" Guo Jia glanced at Ma Chao and told him to read the complete battle report.

After Ma Chao finished reading, he fell silent. The tenth knight did not make a move, but merely acted as a guard and auxiliary warrior.

Before the Tenth Knight even had a chance to act, Caesar's fluid command directly dismantled and shattered the enemy army.

"Wow, what a capable kid!" Ma Chao gasped. He had also tried to become a commander of a large army, but the results were not satisfactory.

On the contrary, this young Caesar, at such a young age, has already reached the threshold of commanding a large army. Coupled with his imaginative thinking, the opponent was wiped out in one wave.

"These two over here are also impressive!" Sun Ce praised Little Ardashir and Little Jiang Wei, as the two young men announced their abilities with equally eye-catching battle reports.

As for the one who emerged victorious, it was Cao Ang, accompanied by Cheng Yu and Xi Zhicai, as well as the Xiahou brothers. As a king, he had almost deployed all his elite troops.

The opponent, unsurprisingly, couldn't withstand such an attack and fled after only a couple of rounds.

Ma Chao and Sun Ce exchanged a glance, feeling as if the younger generation was pushing the older generation aside, and they were being swept away and left to die on the beach.

They also came to understand how Dian Wei and the others felt when they were being overtaken; the feeling of being caught up by someone later was truly subtle.

"Those victories aren't important; what matters are the three losses!"

Guo Jia tapped the table, signaling Ma Chao and the others to focus on the important point.

"Barak, the legion commander sent by the Kushan Empire this time possesses a legion talent capable of forcibly balancing the forces, but even such a capable general suffered a crushing defeat!"

"Luciano, commander of the 11th Legion of Rome, whose strength is as high as the sky, suffered a minor defeat. Although the losses were not serious, it was still a real loss!"

"The last one..."

Guo Jia looked at the last intelligence report, his expression serious as he stared at Sun Ce…

"King Sun Quan of Wu suffered a great defeat. Veteran generals such as Huang Gai and Han Dang fought desperately and barely managed to retreat!"

Sun Ce's expression changed slightly, but seeing that Sun Quan was not in any danger, he was relieved.

"Based on our current tacit understanding with the Mongol Yuan and the Ming Dynasty, these three small worlds are tacitly agreed to be occupied by them. But this is just the beginning. The real show is yet to come. All three parties will invest more resources and gather more elite troops to compete for the remaining small worlds!"

Guo Jia pressed his fingers against his temples; this was not a good sign.

Small worlds certainly have value, like the fact that they conquered them in one battle, which was very valuable.

However, if more elite troops are to be deployed for tough battles, then the value of the small world becomes somewhat insignificant.

However, with the three parties now locked in a fierce battle, Xinghan alone cannot stop it.

There are still forty or fifty smaller worlds under the Qing court's jurisdiction. It would be quite troublesome to fight them one by one.

Of course, Guo Jia wasn't worried about war, which was unavoidable. He didn't want it to escalate into a larger war involving more people, but these small-scale skirmishes were inevitable.

Although the three empires now have a terrifying definition of small-scale friction, at least any other kingdom facing the 50,000 elite troops defined by the three empires would only be wiped out.

Even some regional empires would have to put in some effort to muster 50,000 guards. In earlier years, Parthia couldn't even muster 50,000 guards.

"I want to join the war!" Sun Ce said to Guo Jia after taking a deep breath.

"Don't be impulsive, and don't forget your current position!" Guo Jia shook his head, not giving Sun Ce a direct answer.

Sun Ce's identity has always been a problem. Sun Quan is the King of Wu, while he is the commander of the Military Soul Legion. The possibility of mixing the two cannot be opened.

"I will be attending the Allied Forces meeting later. You all need to prepare for the expedition. The wars to come will likely be tough!" Guo Jia sighed.

Xinghan truly did not want to provoke a war, but the Qing Dynasty's legacy was their spoils of war, and they absolutely could not give it away.

Even if the value of this spoils is not even as great as their losses, it represents the dignity of the empire.

Or rather, this is how they made the Ming and Mongol Yuan dynasties hesitant to act against them.

Only by achieving tangible results can they maintain their temporary equal footing and gain more time for development.

"Report, strategist, latest intelligence!" The messenger brought the battle report to Guo Jia.

Guo Jia opened it and glanced at it; it contained only a few brief lines of battle report.

[Xiang Shaoyu led his troops to a small world where they were stationed, only to be attacked by the Ming army. Xiang Shaoyu led his troops to kill more than 10,000 enemies and achieve a great victory.]

"The trouble has escalated!"

Guo Jia felt a pang of regret. At first glance, Xiang Shaoyu's fate seemed to be in line with the rules, since he was neither a military genius nor a miracle worker. But the problem was that Xiang Shaoyu was essentially a military genius who excelled in military strategy.

Even if it's not an offensive move, but rather a defensive counterattack, the Ming Dynasty will inevitably take action.

This will only make subsequent conflicts more difficult to resolve.

The thought that future opponents might all be special "large-scale commanders" like Xiang Shaoyu sent chills down Guo Jia's spine.

"Since that's the case... why not hold a martial arts tournament to compete and decide the ownership of some small worlds?"

Guo Jia thought of the martial arts tournament he had previously held within Xinghan.

At times like these, it seems like a good time to move out.

Guo Jia thought it over and found it made more and more sense, so he went to Zhuge Liang that very night to discuss it.

"A duel?" Zhuge Liang asked, shaking his feather fan.

Guo Jia's suggestion is excellent; it minimizes casualties while showcasing strength.

This is also an outcome that officers at all levels can accept.

It seemed reasonable from both a moral and logical standpoint, but Zhuge Liang still had some concerns.

The Ming Dynasty and the Mongol Yuan Dynasty were both formidable; they had already witnessed this during their previous collaborations.

However, Zhuge Liang's original intention was to set up a buffer zone, allowing the kings to fill the gaps between the three forces.

If things proceeded according to plan, Zhuge Liang worried that his strategy would be disrupted, as the buffer zone plan involved a wide range of issues and could even form the basis for a three-way trade agreement. (End of Chapter)