"Hope he remains safe."
...
Mu Taihong received Chen Dingye's Imperial Decree.
And then the next day, he received Jiang Wanxiang's Imperial Decree.
This time it's no longer like before, just asking him to accumulate prestige in the Southwest region, or perhaps disrupt the alliance between Marquis Qin Wu and Southwest Prince, as such 'small matters'.
Mu Taihong looked at the decree, his expression truly tense and stern.
The veins on his forehead throbbed furiously.
"You want me to attempt to lead an army up the waterway, assist Chen Country in defending various cities, intercept Angry Scale Dragon King Kou Yulie? Me?? Me??"
Mu Taihong couldn't help but throw the decree onto the table, cursing loudly:
"... Chen Dingye, you bug!"
"Gosh darn it, my troops only have eight thousand armored soldiers, barely ten thousand at their best, you want me to lead them to intercept those crazed fighters from the Western Regions battlefield?"
"You bamboo shoot rascal, bald turtle bastard!"
