502 Negotiation (1/2)
Han Sanhe was speechless.
His horse kneeled down as if had committed a crime and was lowering its head like a prisoner.
This had caused Han Sanhe's feet to come into contact with the ground despite him still being mounted on the horse. Even though Han Sanhe was prepared to die, he could not help but feel exasperation racking through his body.
Pausing only for a moment, Han Sanhe quickly hopped off his steed and stood up smoothly with hands on his back. He smiled and said, ”It looks like my aged eyes have failed me. I've been ignorant, Young Master Yun's steed is actually the rare legendary horse king! According to legend, when the king approaches all horses bow down before it. It appears the legend is indeed true. Young Master Yun is blessed with great fortune. Your Horse Majesty, this marshal apologizes, I've embarrassed myself.”
”Marshal Han, you show great grace,” Yun Yang said genuinely.
”I suppose you could say a general of a routed army is pretty much left with nothing but this little grace,” replied Han Sanhe faintly.
He then laughed and said more openly, ”The greatest fortune for a militant is to be born amidst chaotic times and to be able to contribute merits. But in this haven of militants, an additional weapon bestowed by heaven that shouldn't exist and has tipped the balance of the war.”
Yun Yang nodded emphatically and answered, ”Correct.”
”Yutang's Nine Supremes should not exist in this world, moreover, it should not even be present in the battlefield. The existence of the Nine Supremes is the nightmare of all militants and marshals; it is their source of despair.” Han Sanhe heaved a long sigh and continued, ”Regardless of strategies and measures, nothing can defend against the power of nature!”
”The so-called talent of a marshal is but a joke in the face of this powerful force.” Han Sanhe continued more faintly, ”Actually, the Nine Supremes isn't only the source of despair for this old man and the other marshals of the four nations, they are also aggrieved by Yutang marshals like Tie Zheng and Fu Baoguo! Young Master Yun, do you agree with this?”
Yun Yang nodded. ”I agree! But the basis of this matter concerns us directly, which is why I'm more than happy to see this existence that shouldn't exist continue existing in Yutang! The stronger the better! The enemy's nightmare should be what we Yutang love to see the most, no?”
Han Sanhe chortled. ”Good point. If the Nine Supremes descended in Dongxuan, I wouldn't mind at all.”
As both of them talked, Yutang's army arrived and halted somewhere slightly further away from Han Sanhe. The troop's flag fluttered in the wind, their formation was intimidating.
Fu Baoguo came as well, naturally.
Fu Baoguo did not dare slack along the way. He was afraid that Yutang's army would be blinded by victory and perhaps accidentally provide the enemy a chance to retaliate. Otherwise, he would not have arrived so late.
However, now that Fu Baoguo saw how the situation was, he could not help but feel his suspicion rising and so he restrained his troop at once. His years of experience in the military informed him that what was laid in front of his eyes might be the stroke of luck they desperately needed.
Even though Yutang's army had the upper hand, for now, they were not yet victorious. After all, Dongxuan had sufficient military strength and their combined forces still far exceeded Yutang's. Any sudden circumstance could change the entire course of the war!
He looked at Yun Yang and Han Sanhe who were speaking to each other from afar.
It looked like their conversation was going very well, the pair occasionally chortling even. Fu Baoguo stroked his face and murmured to himself, ”I would never have thought that Marquis Yun's young master was on such friendly terms with Han Sanhe. Experts are certainly unfathomable indeed.”
When it seemed that their conversation was about to come to an end, Fu Baoguo urged his horse forward and joined in the greatest talk of the century.
Yun Yang did not turn his head back, with his eyes still on Han Sanhe he said with a faint smile, ”Yutang's main character, Fu Baoguo, is here!”
An inscrutable emotion flashed through Han Sanhe's eyes as if all his past glories had slipped under his eyes at this moment. He stood tall, arms still resting on his back, and gazed indifferently at Fu Baoguo who was galloping towards them.
”Marshal Han, long time no see. We meet again.” Fu Baoguo hopped off his horse when he was near enough and strode over in large steps.
In spite of their own opposing armies and grudges that ran deep between them like an ocean of blood with no hope of reconciliation, any militant would still show respect to someone like Han Sanhe – the legendary God of War. No matter how deep the resentment ran, the respect accorded to him was like that of a deity.