Chapter 1368 - 335: Do It!

Chapter 1368: Chapter 335: Do It!

The "Zheng" character flag on the command chariot was raised, and three burly personal guards took off their upper armor and began to beat the drums!

Lord Zheng, sitting sideways on the command seat, glanced back at the scene,

feeling somewhat regretful.

The Sword Saint, standing beside Lord Zheng, noticed this detail and said:

"It’s not too late to retreat now."

Though the situation is critical, the command chariot is placed far back, so it can still affect the situation and retreat calmly without much issue.

Even if the situation worsens, with the Sword Saint’s ability, escaping with Lord Zheng would not be too difficult, after all, the Chu people have just charged out and have not yet formed a siege here.

Lord Zheng, upon hearing this, simply shook his head and said:

"That’s not what I mean. I just think it’s really unappealing to have three rough men beating the drums on such a beautiful command chariot."

"Unappealing?"

"Yes, unappealing, it doesn’t fit my aesthetic, so I feel somewhat regretful."

The Sword Saint didn’t understand what "aesthetic" meant, but he could sense the exceedingly detailed pretentiousness in Lord Zheng’s tone.

Honestly, even the Sword Saint often finds it hard to understand why this Lord and his subordinates always display such inappropriate... pretentiousness at very specific times.

Lord Zheng shifted his gaze towards the front, the sound of drums echoing in his ears.

"If it were Siniang beating the drum at this moment, she would do it with elegance, her red sleeves displaying the magnificent aura that rivals men, captivating to the eye.

If it were the princess beating the drum now, dressed in finery, with her pouting lips, she might struggle a bit holding that mallet, but would still earnestly strike it again and again. It might not have any rhythm, but it would form its own pattern.

A great general sets out, the princess beats the drum,

Ah,

it’s very beautiful, very beautiful indeed.

If it were Liu Ruqing beating the drum now, with her slender waist, her irresistible charm, I might find myself standing behind her, one hand embracing her waist, the other guiding her hand.

Beside us, thousands of soldiers and horses are fighting desperately,

while I indulge in the beauty in my arms,

using the drum beats as music.

With weapons clashing,

beauty in embrace,

such a delicate contrast,

such a beautiful scene,

such an alluring experience.

Beauty,

this is beauty,

a beauty that intoxicates."

As he spoke, Lord Zheng closed his eyes, reached out his hand, and gently tapped the air in front of him.

The Sword Saint spoke, "Back in Xia, there was an emperor who lit cry wolf, luring the vassals to bring their soldiers just to make his consort smile. You are quite similar to him."

This was the first time Lord Zheng heard of the reality version of "cry wolf" in this world. He paused and said:

"So it originated here?"

The Sword Saint continued, "Historians of various nations recognize that the decline of Xia began with him. From then on, the vassals started ignoring the Xia emperor’s orders."

"Tsk."

Lord Zheng waved his hand dismissively and said:

"Victory and defeat depends on circumstances. You see the absurdity of his cry wolf, but in reality, it was the decline of Xia, the rise of vassals who began to disregard central authority.

For example, wasn’t I reviewing troops at Snow Sea Pass before this, with the princess standing beside me? To put it bluntly, wasn’t it just to let the princess admire the military appearance of my Snow Sea cavalry?

Heh heh, how is this different from that Xia emperor?

Yet, among the six commanders in the army, who is dissatisfied, who is uncooperative, and who would resent?"

The Sword Saint pondered these words deeply, slowly nodding. ℴℴ𝘮

"When you hold great power, even the most absurd things are about romance and heroism. When you are in decline, everything you do is wrong.

Ah,

what a pity,

I initially planned for the blind man to return to preside over the situation and switch with Siniang later,

who knew today would be the day to beat the drum?

Next time, I don’t know when the opportunity will come again."

The Sword Saint, somewhat amused, said, "Has this become your obsession?"

"Indeed, on the path of pursuing beauty, I have never wavered."

A Ming stood beside Lord Zheng, took out a wine pouch, took a sip, and the faint aroma of wine spread.

Lord Zheng glanced at A Ming, gesturing towards the air in front of him.

A Ming put away the wine pouch and stood in front of Lord Zheng.

Lord Zheng looked again at the Sword Saint and said, "The command chariot is here, it’s the center army, even the spirit of the entire army is linked here. I must trouble Sword Saint to protect me."

The Sword Saint said blandly, "If you don’t leave, then I won’t leave."

In other words,

If you don’t go, I will stay here too.

"The way you say this, my flag is already unfurled, orders issued. Look around, the center, rear, and flank troops are all starting to converge on me, can I go anywhere else?

It’s only a matter of heading forward.

Either,

that Chu Zhuguai buries me at the front;

or,

I bury that Chu Zhuguai at the front.

As the drum beats sound,

on this day next year,

either he or me will meet our demise."

The Sword Saint spoke again:

"You simply don’t want to lose?"

"Exactly, I don’t want to lose." Lord Zheng gently patted his thigh, "With a sound mind, who would want to lose?"

"Is it worth it?"

"It’s all just a game, you know. I cherish life, but cherishing life means not wanting to die meaninglessly, it’s wanting to keep this life, to continue to enjoy the scenery, to keep playing the game.

At this moment, it’s a fun opportunity, why not embrace it?

Moreover,

this isn’t about worth or not worth,

but about being willing."

"Being willing." The Sword Saint tasted these two words, "Because willingness brings great freedom."