forehead was covered in sweat. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, your servant has worked tirelessly for the court for decades. Today you humiliate me like this, even if I die, I will not...Chapter 1527: Now, they're here again.

"What's exciting is that it's this palace after all."

Li Chen patted Su Pingbei on the shoulder, his face not relaxed.

From Li Chen's face, Su Pingbei saw worry. He smiled and said, "Your Highness, please."

Nodding, Li Chen walked out of the house, then Su Pingbei led the way ahead to the Pointed General's Platform.

The platform of appointing generals, has always been the place where a marshal appointed by the emperor would conduct a ceremony of appointing generals before a large army sets out on campaign.

It's just a ceremony, passed down through the ages, with less practical significance now and more emphasis on performance.

In earlier millennia, the relationship between monarchs and their subjects was not a simple hierarchical one of superiors and inferiors, but rather more akin to that of collaborators.

The king desires to build a good nation, and his subjects share the same aspiration. Both sides have the same goal and choose each other mutually.

And if a subject is dissatisfied with the king, he may also resign and retire from office.

That's why there is talk of "paying respects to the officials."

Paying homage to the monarch naturally means the king going to pay respects himself. Whether or not the other party accepts is a separate matter.

Military is the same way.

At that time, the marshal had a great deal of autonomy. He decided who his subordinates would be, which units to employ, and where to deploy them. The king, on the other hand, held very little say in the matter.

The Confucian thought of "the ruler is like heaven" has persisted to this day. Driven by the tacit understanding of emperors throughout history, the concept of "family rule" has solidified. The relationship between subjects and the emperor has become a true one of vassalage. As a result, the platform for appointing generals has become a mere formality.

But everything that exists must have its reason for being.

When Li Chen stood on the platform of appointment of generals, he was greeted with thunderous applause.

This burst of cheers wasn't entirely a top-down directive, a perfunctory performance by ordinary soldiers. There was genuine feeling behind it.

Below the stage, there weren't many people.

A thousand soldiers make up the entire army for this campaign.

Li Chen raised both hands, as if pressing down on something invisible. The cheers gradually faded away, then over a thousand people stood on the ground, their eyes fixed intently on Li Chen.

On the scene, only the rustling of flags in the night wind remained.

Li Chen took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, you are about to embark on an expedition."

"Those chosen to carry out this expedition are, I believe, the cream of the crop from Yueya Pass. Therefore, you represent not only Yueya Pass, but also the Qin Empire itself."

"A hundred years!"

"For a full hundred years!"

Li Chen's eyes flashed with anger as he roared, "My Great Qin has been weakened for a hundred years and oppressed by the Liao Kingdom for a hundred years!"

"How similar is today's situation to that of over three hundred and sixty years ago"

"At that time, the Central Plains were in chaos, with warlords vying for power and internal strife rampant. The Liao army took advantage of this to bully our borders, burning, looting, and pillaging, doing everything they could!"

But when our Chinese nation was deeply suffering under their oppression, the Taizu raised his army and swept across all corners of the land with a thunderous force, unifying the Chinese realm and restoring peace to our people. He also led an expedition north, forcing every tribe on the grasslands to tremble at the sight of our Qin banners and beg for mercy.

After that, the imperial court grew weak and national power gradually declined. The Liao state then began to encroach on our borders again.

But amidst such trials and tribulations, a divine warrior emerged from the Han Chinese nation. He led his troops northward for over a thousand miles, venturing deep into the lair of the wolves and drinking horses by Lake Baikal!

"It's a pity that the military leader passed away too early and couldn't fulfill his duty to completely annihilate the Liao army. Now, they're back!" can't figure it out!"Wang Daren pointed to the Crescent Gate behind him. In the pitch-black city, only a few flickering torches illuminated the ruins of the entire city. The city had long been devoid...