sovbooks Chapter 147 Go Fighting the Machine Race
Chapter 147 Go Fighting the Machine Race
Council Hall of the City Lord's Mansion in Shanhe Prefecture.
The long table was filled with people on both sides.
Lord Zhao Gongming sat in the main seat, his expression grim.
The garrison commander of Shanhe Prefecture sat to his right; he was a robust man in his fifties.
The man was broad-shouldered and burly, with a full beard and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
The chief of the Mountain and River Prefecture, a night watchman, sat to his left; he was in his early forties.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, twirling it between them.
Ouyang Nan, the head of the Taoist academy's branch, sat at the lower end of the table.
Deputy City Lord Zhou Wuwei sat at the other end of the long table, his face somewhat grim.
He was the representative figure of the aristocratic family in Shanhe Prefecture.
He doesn't usually get along well with Zhao Gongming, the military, or the night watchmen.
They fought for power and profit, engaging in open and covert struggles, and no one could stand anyone else.
He came today on his own initiative, bringing news that made everyone feel uneasy.
"Gentlemen, the order from the Kyoto central government will be officially issued soon."
"The advance force of the Mechanical Race, numbering 30,000, has arrived at the border of my Shanhe Prefecture."
"You should all be aware of the agreement between the Central Government and the Machine Race."
"The three hundred miles of newly recovered territory in Jiangcheng will be allocated to the Machine Race as an enclave."
"The order from the Kyoto central command is that we must cooperate with the machine race in the handover, and must not obstruct or delay it."
"Anyone who disobeys will be punished for treason."
The council chamber was quiet for a moment, then erupted into chaos.
"Treason?"
The garrison commander slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to jump up and spill tea all over the table.
"While we were fighting to the death with alien beasts on the border of Great Xia, what were those big shots sitting in the capital doing? Negotiating with the machine race? Scrambling to carve up our land?"
"That land was reclaimed from the alien beasts by Ye Feng of Jiangcheng with three thousand new soldiers. Do they know that?" The Night Watch Chief had a cigarette in his mouth, his voice slightly muffled.
Ouyang Nan's voice was hoarse.
"We cannot disobey the central government's decision."
"But it won't be so easy for the Machine Race to get that land. What the people of Jiangcheng earned with their lives won't be handed over just because the Central Government says so."
The other martial masters also spoke up one after another, their voices rising and falling in discussion.
Some criticized the aristocratic families who surrendered as weak.
Some people criticized the machine race for being greedy!
Some criticized the Aristocratic Alliance for being shameless.
When the topic of the aristocratic alliance came up, several people glanced at Zhou Wuwei, intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhou Wuwei stood there, his face turning red and white in turns, his face flushed and his ears burning with embarrassment.
He comes from a prominent family.
But he also strongly disagreed with this matter.
He was the representative of the powerful families in Shanhe Prefecture, and he wouldn't even blink an eye when it came to vying for power and profit.
Fight for what you should fight for, and seize what you should seize.
This time it's different. This time it's ceding territory, giving away the land that humans fought for with their lives to other races.
Zhou Wuwei's bottom line has always been there.
He is a human, not a dog of another race.
"Gentlemen!"
Zhao Gongming finally spoke.
The council chamber fell silent instantly.
His gaze swept over everyone present, and he spoke slowly.
"The imperial court's order hasn't come down yet; we still have time to maneuver."
"Time?" The garrison commander gave a wry smile.
"Lord, the advance force of the Mechanical Race, numbering 30,000, is already at the border."
"Silver Moon, that half-step eighth-tier Martial God, along with dozens of warships and thirty thousand elite mechanical warriors!"
"What do we use to block it?"
Zhao Gongming also shook his head.
The machine race had calculated that their side would not easily concede.
That's why they would send a large army to invade.
He turned his head to look at Zhou Wuwei.
"Vice City Lord Zhou, do you have any further updates on the news from the Mechanical Race?"
Zhou Wuwei took out a document from his sleeve, opened it, and then looked up.
"The advance team of the Machine Race consists of more than 32,000 people, including about 25,000 combat personnel and about 7,000 logistics support personnel."
"The main combat units consist of five main combat ships, each equipped with an energy cannon with a single shot power between 50 million and 100 million health points."
"The flagship 'Silver Moon' is Silver Moon's command ship. It is estimated that its main gun has a power of up to 200 million HP, and one shot can destroy a city with a population of one million."
"In addition, there are dozens of transport ships, fully loaded with weapons, equipment and construction materials."
Zhou Wuwei turned another page, his expression even more unpleasant.
"Silver Moon's personal guard consists of ten people: one at the early stage of the seventh rank, three at the half-step seventh rank, and six at the peak of the sixth rank. It is said that the ten of them working together can fight against a half-step Martial God."
"Intelligence indicates that they once assisted Silvermoon in severely injuring a true Martial God."
The council chamber was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.
A main cannon with 200 million HP!
A personal guard capable of fighting a half-step Martial God
Thirty-two thousand elite mechanical warriors!
These numbers weigh heavily on everyone's mind, making it hard to breathe.
Shanhe Prefecture is not without strong individuals.
Zhao Gongming at the mid-stage of the seventh rank.
The garrison commander and director-general at the early stage of the seventh rank.
Ouyang Nan, a seventh-level psychic,
There are quite a few high-end combatants.
But compared to the advance team of the Mech Race that came this time.
It's like comparing a small fry to a big fish. Their arrogance is insignificant. They're not even in the same league.
Let's not talk about others.
A single Silver Moon could wipe out the high-end combat force of Shanhe Prefecture.
"Silvermoon is the first in line to inherit the throne of the Silvermoon family, one of the three royal families of the Machine Race."
Zhou Wu continued.
"He controls far more resources than we imagine. His purpose in coming here is to establish an impregnable military base on the land of Great Xia."
Zhao Gongming's face was terribly gloomy.
for a long time!
He looked at Zhou Wuwei.
"Where is Silver Moon now?"
Zhou Wuwei answered.
"Lord of the Prefecture!! The advance team of the Mechanical Race should have already set off! Their direction is Jiangcheng!"
Everyone in the council chamber stood up.
"What specific direction?" Zhao Gongming's voice suddenly rose.
"Jiangcheng! Qinglong Fortress!" Zhou Wuwei exclaimed.
"The advance team of the Mechanical Race has set off for the Azure Dragon Fortress in Jiangcheng! They are expected to arrive in half a day!"
The council hall was in complete chaos as several martial masters spoke at the same time.
You were talking to me, and I was talking to you, but no one could understand what the other was saying.
"Are the machine race going to completely break off relations?"
"Does the central government in Kyoto know?"
"Is Jiangcheng ready? Qinglong Fortress was only recaptured a few days ago, how many troops are there left to defend it?"
"Where is Ye Feng? Where is Ye Feng?"
Zhao Gongming raised his hand, signaling for silence.
His face was ashen.
Just as he was about to speak, the door to the council chamber was pushed open.
The one who came in was Zhao Gongming's adjutant.
He walked up to Zhao Gongming and whispered a few words in his ear. Zhao Gongming's expression changed.
"What did you say?" His voice suddenly rose.
The adjutant took a step back and raised his voice.
"Ye Feng went alone to the depths of Nanshan, heading straight for the location where the Mechanical Race fleet was assembled."
The council chamber was deathly silent.
The garrison commander gaped, unable to close his mouth for a long time.
Ouyang Nan's white beard trembled slightly.
Zhou Wuwei plopped back into his chair, his face deathly pale.
His son, Zhou Shen, had some connection with Ye Feng, and he was thinking about how to win over this young man.
So he sent his son to deliver information about the Machine Race to Ye Feng.
The point is to make him prepared so he won't go and die.
Now this young man is going to his death alone!
Ye Feng will face the enemy alone!
Isn't this like throwing an egg against a rock?
"Nonsense!" The garrison commander slammed his fist on the table, his voice filled with anger and anxiety.
"What can he do alone? Go and die? That's an army of 30,000 machine race soldiers, not 30,000 pigs!"
"He's still too young," the Night's Watch Director shook his head and sighed.
"Young and impetuous, they thought they could turn the tide single-handedly. But what kind of lone hero can take on a thousand men?"
Ouyang Nan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.
"He might not be going to his death."
All eyes were on him.
"You've forgotten that strike he made on the arena." Ou said, "That strike instantly killed Silver Star. Silver Star, a peak sixth-tier cultivator, had over seven million health points. His strength cannot be judged by ordinary standards."
The garrison commander shook his head, his voice bitter.
"Dean Ouyang, the arena is one-on-one, now it's one against 30,000."
"No matter how strong Ye Feng is, he's only at the early stage of the sixth rank. Even if you're a great fighter, how many can you take on?"
Ouyang Nan opened his mouth, as if to say something.
He's not very confident anymore.
Zhao Gongming stood up.
"Pass on my orders."
"The Po Jun Guard is assembling and will depart in half an hour. Destination: Azure Dragon Fortress."
"My lord, what about the capital?"
"The order from Kyoto hasn't come down yet," Zhao Gongming waved his hand.
"The advance team of the Mechanical Race has invaded the territory of my Shanhe Prefecture. As the Lord of Shanhe Prefecture, I have the responsibility and obligation to protect every inch of Shanhe Prefecture's land."
The garrison commander stood up.
"I'll go with you."
The Night Watch Director also stood up.
"Count me in too."
Ouyang Nan: "I'm too old to fight anymore. But I have a few puppets that I've got hidden away from."
Zhou Wuwei stood in the corner, looking at the military and Night Watch generals, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
Zhao Gongming walked up to him and looked at him.
"Vice City Lord Zhou, I entrust Shanhe Prefecture to you."
Just then, a voice appeared.
"Oh! Isn't everyone saying that the Grand Commander is the rightful heir to the position of the next Lord of the Prefecture?"