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Across the vast battlefield.
On the towers of Tong Yang City, Chi Mengfu withdrew his gaze.
No surprises whatsoever.
He knew that the People of Qi Kingdom had made ample preparations for this battle.
He was also always aware that relying solely on Lord Changsheng's intervention was unlikely to turn the tide.
But he still held a sliver of hope, a weak expectation, as he gazed towards Cao Jie.
Yet, he saw nothing.
This contingency planned by King Wu was resolved silently and without a trace.
He didn't even know whether Lord Changsheng came or acted!
"Hey, I suddenly remembered."
The newly arrived Liu Xiyi casually waved an enormous knocked-off crossbow arrow away with a flick of his robe sleeve and said, "After the late emperor died in battle back then, we fought to the death and held for exactly thirty-three days."
"What are you trying to say?" Chi Mengfu asked.
"This year marks exactly thirty-three years of Shenwu."
