Chapter 1121: First Volume, Chapter 1121: Nan Jing War Preparations

First Volume, Chapter 1121: Nan Jing War Preparations

Qin Tianhu was extremely proud, as if he had personally witnessed every one of Qin Feng's feats along the way.

But he truly had reason to be proud—throughout the entire Liang Kingdom, who else's offspring had such remarkable achievements as his own child?

Even…

Every time he attended court, none among the Manchu Civil and Military had a straighter spine than Qin Tianhu.

The Three Great Generals naturally understood Qin Feng's military prowess, having once fought side by side against the Northern Di forces.

Yet to them, Qin Feng continued to deliver surprises.

Sometimes, whether these were surprises or shocks, even they could not tell.

Shen Qingci and the other women were both annoyed and amused; they finally understood—Qin Tianhu had gone through all this trouble just to boast about "a tiger father has no dog son."

Though they had been greatly startled, they did not blame Qin Tianhu.

After all, as a father, having such a "distinguished" son naturally called for celebration…

Since Qin Feng had already wiped out seventy Yuezhao Kingdom Death Warriors, the women's anxious hearts finally settled completely.

For they knew nothing could now stop Qin Feng—what remained was only to wait patiently.

…

Liang Kingdom, Jiangnan, Gusu City.

The once bustling district now bore a heavy atmosphere; due to prolonged war preparations, civilians stayed indoors and merchants deliberately detoured.

Despite it being daytime, Gusu City appeared unusually desolate.

On the streets, the most common sight was groups of soldiers.

Although Gusu City's administrative institutions still barely maintained operations, they were in name only.

The true force capable of determining Gusu City's survival was instead the private compound funded by the Lin Family: Wu Yu Ge.

Compared to the cold and empty Yamen, Wu Yu Ge was heavily guarded, with constant comings and goings of people, extremely busy.

Inside Wu Yu Ge's largest building, Yu Yan Ting, the room was already filled with people.

Besides Lin Family members, the Jiangnan Commander, and garrison generals, the rest were representatives sent by powerful clans of Nan Jing.

Although the Spring Festival drew nearer, Gusu City remained sunny and bright, like late summer.

Everyone's attire was relaxed.

The representative sent by the Nangong Family was the Nangong Family's Eldest Son, a middle-aged man in his forties—not particularly imposing, merely slightly sturdier than an average man.

The Nangong Eldest Son's eyes never left the host seated at the head table: Lin Wenwan, the current head of the Lin Family and former Imperial Consort.

"Madam Lin, according to the timeline, Qin Feng has already returned to Beijing."

"After Qin Feng's Da Huo, the army will surely march south; at that time, war will engulf the entire Nan Jing."

"Gusu City is the critical point of contention—absolutely no mistakes can be made. If Gusu City falls, Qin Feng's army will sweep southward, leaving the entire Nan Jing in an extremely disadvantageous position."

"To block Qin Feng north of Gusu City, the Nangong Family is willing to provide grain and forage support!"

Under the Nangong Family's lead, not only the powerful clans of Nan Jing, but all factions present at the gathering, voiced their support.

"Gusu City is the gate tooth stronghold of Nan Jing—it cannot be lost."

"The Lin Family may fight Qin Feng to the death without restraint; I will provide financial support."

"My Wang Family has stockpiled vast quantities of Weapons and Armor—naturally, we will offer them all."

"This battle concerns not only the Lin Family but the entire Nan Jing—we must unite in common hatred. Those with money, contribute money; those with strength, contribute strength."

"If the Lin Family gives one word, I am ready to offer full support."

Sensing the sincerity of the crowd, Lin Wenwan smiled but gave no direct reply.

She appeared to sidestep the issue.

"Qin Feng's strength is evident to all under Heaven."

"Liang and the Northern Di have harbored grievances for a hundred years, with constant warfare; overall, Liang has lost more than won."

"Since the Northern Di King ascended the Imperial Throne and the Northern Di Chen Family assumed key positions, Liang's pressure has intensified, even reaching the brink of national collapse."

"But since Qin Feng entered the battle, all of you have seen—he first secured Military Victory, then marched northward, smashing through the Northern Di."

"Not only did the Northern Di King commit suicide to die for his nation, but the Northern Di Chen Family was also wiped out by Qin Feng."

"Qin Feng's military prowess is unquestionable; relying solely on the Lin Family to stop Qin Feng is surely a fantasy."

Amidst the looming war, Lin Wenwan's words risked sounding like she was boosting the enemy's morale and diminishing her own.

Yet no one in the room contradicted her.

After all, Qin Feng's strength was universally acknowledged as formidable—neither the powerful clans of Nan Jing nor the Liang Emperor had confidence in defeating him.

Now, with Qin Feng's army about to march south, all factions of Nan Jing felt like thorns in their backs.

The Nangong Eldest Son stared at Lin Wenwan and said gravely: "Didn't we already say this? In this decisive battle, we stand united in common hatred."

"Whatever support Madam Lin needs, just say the word—we will all give everything we have."

Lin Wenwan raised an eyebrow, her piercing gaze sweeping over the Nangong Eldest Son.

Though Lin Wenwan was no longer Imperial Consort, as the Lin Family's Di Zhang Nü, her authority remained intact.

Feeling Lin Wenwan's piercing gaze, the Nangong Eldest Son felt a twinge of guilt—he did not know what Lin Wenwan was thinking.

"Madam Lin, speak plainly."

"We are all on the same rope now—none can survive without the others. At this moment, disunity is the greatest danger."

Hearing this, Lin Wenwan smiled again.

"Then I'll speak plainly."

"Just now, you all made grand promises—offering grain and forage, money, and Weapons—yet I must ask you: does the Lin Family lack these things?"

"This is Jiangnan—the land of fish and rice."

"Throughout the entire Nan Jing, when it comes to abundance of grain and forage, if the Lin Family claims second place, who dares claim first?"

"Grain and forage, silver money — not a single item is lacking!"

"As for armor and weapons, that's a joke!"

"Jiangnan has been preparing for war for so many years — not only the armor and weapons bought with money, but even those produced by our own hands alone are more than enough to consume."

"You all keep saying you'll lend full support, yet all you offer are trivial, meaningless things. I see clearly — you're just sitting back to watch the tiger fight!"

Saying this, Lin Wenwan rose to her feet, her disdain fully exposed as she scanned every person in the room.

"If you want war, show me true sincerity."

"If you don't fight, we'll all be tied together — and be wiped out by Qin Feng as one."

"Playing these tricks on me in front of my face? You've clearly had your heads kicked by donkeys!"

"If your intentions are impure, there's no need to hold any more war-preparation meetings in the future — this lady has no time to play along with you!"