Chapter 907 Leaving Seeds
"General, we..."

A young general opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Nangong Tianxia.

"Stop talking, this is an order, you must execute it!"

"Remember, no matter where you are, you must preserve the seeds of the Thunder Dragon Rider. If, if, one day, we meet again."

"At that time, I hope to see a stronger and braver Lei Ze Dragon Knight."

Nangong Tianxia's voice suddenly became serious as he looked at the young generals who found it hard to accept.

"General, we don't want to leave! We are willing to live and die with you!"

A young general's eyes were red and his voice was trembling.

"Silly child, why do this? Life is full of frustrations. Only by living can there be hope."

"You are the future of my Lei Ze Dragon Riders and the hope of my Da Qian. As long as you are alive, one day you will be able to revive the glory of my Da Qian!"

Nangong Tianxia said softly, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"General, we really can't stay with you?"

The remaining few young players clenched their fists, tears glistening in their eyes.

"No, this is an order, and it is also my expectation of you."

Nangong Tianxia's voice was firm as he looked at the changing expressions of the few people.

"General, we understand. We will definitely live with the seeds of the Lei Ze Dragon Rider. One day, we will come back!"

Finally, after a while, Nangong Tianxia's prestige finally overcame their personal will.

"Good, this is a real man from my Lei Ze Dragon Rider! Remember, no matter how difficult the future may be, you must persevere!"

Nangong Tianxia looked at them with a smile, a hint of pride in his eyes.

"General, we will definitely do it!"

Several people knelt down and saluted at the same time, trying their best not to look at Nangong Tianxia's smiling face.

As the night grew darker, the candlelight in the mansion flickered in the wind, as if it was also saddened by the impending separation.

"Wait a minute!"

Just when the young generals were about to turn around and leave, Nangong Tianxia suddenly called out to them.

The young generals stopped and looked back at Nangong Tianxia, ​​their eyes full of confusion.

"Ugh"

Nangong Tianxia slowly walked to the desk and carefully pulled out two yellowed scrolls from a pile of messy documents. To him, these two scrolls were more precious than life.

One volume is the training program of the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry, which records the training secrets that the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry has experienced through countless battles since its establishment. It is the foundation for the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry to stand firm. The other volume is the scroll of the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry's military formation, which contains the secrets of the formation that makes the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry invincible on the battlefield. It is the result of many years of hard work by the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry commanders of all generations in Nangong Tianxia and the Daqian Dynasty.

He gently stroked the two scrolls, as if saying goodbye to old friends, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"These two scrolls, one is the training program of Lei Ze Dragon Riders, and the other is our military formation."

"You must keep them properly. They are the souls of us, the Lei Ze Dragon Riders, and they are also proof of our existence."

Then, he resolutely handed the scroll to the leading young general, his tone heavy. The young general took the scroll, his hands trembling slightly, he knew the weight of these two scrolls, these were not just words and patterns on paper, but also the hard work and wisdom of Nangong Tianxia and countless Lei Ze Dragon Riders, they were the fire of Lei Ze Dragon Riders' inheritance.

"If...if one day, the Daqian Dynasty can no longer hold on, and there are still remnants of the royal family, if you can, you can give these two scrolls to them."

"Tell them that Lei Ze Long Qi never betrayed Da Qian. This is the last gift that Lei Ze Long Qi left for Da Qian. I hope they can use this to rebuild Da Qian and revive the glory of the dynasty."

Nangong Tianxia looked at the young general, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and continued.

At this point, Nangong Tianxia's voice choked slightly. He turned around, not wanting the young generals to see the tears in his eyes.

In fact, he has always known that the Daqian Dynasty is now in turmoil, the Yellow Turban Army is unstoppable, and the demise of Daqian seems to be only a matter of time.

But he still held out a glimmer of hope, hoping that there would be survivors of the Daqian royal family and that the fire of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders would continue to burn.

"If...if there are no survivors of the Daqian royal family, we cannot let the Lei Ze Dragon Riders disappear into history. You must continue to train new warriors and let the Lei Ze Dragon Riders' flag fly forever on this land."

"Find someone I can entrust my legacy to and pass on the legacy of the Lei Ze Dragon Rider!"

After a while, he suppressed the sadness in his heart, tilted his head slightly, and continued to give instructions.

When the young generals heard this, they felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility in their hearts. They knew that Nangong Tianxia was handing the future of Lei Ze Dragon Knights and the hope of Daqian into their hands.

"General, we will definitely do it!"

"The Lei Ze Dragon Knight will never perish in our hands!"

The leading young player spoke in a firm voice, saying that this was not just a promise, but also a responsibility and a mission.

"Okay, then follow the plan. Go back and prepare, and be on standby at any time."

Nangong Tianxia nodded, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes.

Several people bowed and turned to leave the Marshal's Mansion. Nangong Tianxia looked at their departing backs and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He knew that this was their final farewell, but perhaps it would also be a new beginning for the Lei Ze Dragon Knight?
"I hope you have a safe journey, and I also hope that the Lei Ze Dragon Riders can be passed down forever."

Nangong Tianxia whispered to himself with a complex look in his eyes. Then he turned around and walked back to the study, continuing to read the military book as if nothing had happened.

He has made the decision and left a way out for his subordinates. No matter what the outcome, he will not regret it.

At the same time, in the center of the Yellow Turban camp, a towering main tent stood in the night, like a sleeping giant beast, ready to strike.

Inside the tent, candlelight was bright, illuminating the entire space as bright as day. Meng Zhang sat upright on the main seat with his eyes slightly closed and a calm face.

Next, Li Cunxiao led 3,000 Flying Tiger Cavalry to raid the valley camp and quickly returned. He had not yet taken off his armor, and the dust and bloodstains were intertwined, highlighting the cruelty of the battlefield.

Later, Zhang Hao, Liang Fang, Liang Lin and others also returned after an overnight march. They all looked tired but could not hide their excitement. They sat around the table, most of them thinking silently, but all of them revealed their anticipation for the upcoming battle.

There was total silence in the tent, with only the occasional crackling of the candlelight and the faint neighing of horses in the wind outside, which seemed to be telling of the depth of the night and the tranquility before the war.

Meng Zhang closed his eyes and waited for news from the Yellow Turban Army's intelligence organization - Taiping Guard, and Luowang.

What he wanted was the action signals of those generals with rebellious intentions in Qianyuan City. This information was the key to the next move tonight.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the atmosphere in the tent was dull and depressing. Although the generals below had their own thoughts, none of them dared to disturb Meng Zhang's meditation.

(End of this chapter)