The old marshal looked at Zhang Gongbo silently, without much hatred or blame, and just asked, "What is your plan?"

"I was reinstated by General Liu Fusu, and I was restored to my post and had the Gyeonggi Defense Force. According to the plan of the Moyu Army, I got you without bloodshed and had the Central Guard Army." Zhang Gongbo spread his hands, raised his chin and smiled, "With these two things, I have everything. Now Chang'an is an empty city. When my troops arrive in Chang'an to control more generals, I will have half an empire. As long as Leng Yuan on the front line dies, there will be no barriers in front of me."

"You want to kill Leng Yuan and then surrender to the Federation?"

"As long as I can survive."

"It doesn't matter if the entire empire becomes a slave to the Federation and cannot raise its head for the rest of its life?"

"As long as I can survive."

For a moment, the old marshal felt lost. Yes, to survive, in this collapsed era, from princes, generals, to common people, who doesn’t want to survive? Can you live easily by holding high positions and holding power? No, it’s just a change of identity that struggles to survive, a place of struggle, and a way to struggle.

Living is a basic need, but it is also a dream that everyone in this era is desperately pursuing.

Now that things have come to this point, the old marshal did not want to blame or insult Zhang Gongbo. It was meaningless and could not change anything. But he never thought that this war would end in this way. The empire, which had experienced the double blow of the first year of the Colonial and the three years of Colonial, would be destroyed after 12 years of reconstruction, and everyone's efforts would be wasted and everyone died in vain.

In just a few minutes, the old marshal seemed to have been aged for dozens of years, and said melancholy: "The general sect is ashamed of Luan, I am ashamed of Yuan, and the entire empire is ashamed of their family."

Zhang Gongbo saluted the old marshal respectfully and said softly: "Marantor, please rest well. Be promoted by the marshal. I dare not forget this kindness. I promise you that you will survive."

...

The news that the Grand Marshal was kidnapped by Zhang Gongbo and his personal expedition troops was hijacked. The news that he rushed to Chang'an with the Gyeonggi defense forces soon spread throughout the front line.

All the generals, all officers, and all the soldiers did not expect that the long-awaited support did not come, but instead caught fire in the rear. They sacrificed their lives to fight on the front line. Finally, they turned around and appeared behind them. All the pillars and reasons that supported their progress disappeared.

The country will not be here, why fight?

At the Imperial Army Front Command, Leng Yuan sat at the table. The documents on the table were scattered, with the remaining cigar heads and ash everywhere, and some Mars were carrying the remaining heat, slowly burning those important documents. However, Leng Yuan didn't seem to see them, just smoking cigars one by one, and the entire tent was filled with smoke.

Soon, a general strode in, straightened his back, saluted Leng Yuan, and said in a deep voice: "The commander of the 11th Army of the Wilderness Expeditionary Force reported to the vanguard general that our troops had left the front line and were about to rush to Chang'an to eliminate the rebel bandits and regain the marshal."

Leng Yuan's slender fingers bounced off the cigar's ashes, and her dark purple pupils were covered with blood. She stared at the general silently and said, "I have not ordered the evacuation, why did the general withdraw his troops?"

The general still maintained a salute posture and said in a deep voice: "The Marshal is the foundation of the country, and there must be no mistakes. This move is for justice."

"For justice." Leng Yuan smiled briefly and said quietly, "What a good person for justice."

"General, take care of yourself." The general put his hand on his back and walked out of the military tent.

Soon, the second general ran in. His body was covered with dust, and his every move was filled with smoke. His eyes were red and his face was yellow. It should have been a fierce battle on the front line. After coming in, he said loudly: "The commander of the 6th Division of the 3rd Army of the Wilderness Expeditionary Force reported to the vanguard general that our troops had left the front line and wanted to return to Chang'an to suppress the bandits. Please take care of the general!"

After saying that, he said hello without saying a word and directly withdrew from the military account.

The third general ran in. No, it was not the general, but the chief of staff. The commander of their troops had already died gloriously in the fierce battle. The chief of staff took over the command as the acting chief of the military. This was a white-faced scholar wearing glasses. His voice was not that loud and soft, but he still said in a deep voice: "The chief of staff and acting commander of the 5th Army of the Wilderness Expeditionary Force reported to the vanguard general that the marshal is in trouble and our troops are about to return to the rescue. Please take care of the general."

Commanders after commanders ran in, some were their own generals, and some were their superiors killed and replaced the command. They said goodbye to Leng Yuan one after another and rushed to Chang'an with their troops.

Why return to the aid? The reason is very simple. The empire has lost. Although the war is still continuing, the war has lost. There are no reinforcements, and the rear rebellion is only a matter of time. The empire has been defeated on the front line, and it has even become a fact.

Since failure is destined, why do you still have to fight for blood? For the sake of the empire? There is no one behind you. Where is the empire? Even if you can still see the empire, whose empire is it? Your empire? The empire of the Grand Marshal? Or Zhang Gongbo's empire?

If you sacrifice your country for your country, at least you have to have a country for others to sacrifice for you?

In addition, the generals returned to Chang'an unanimously, and there was another reason for the generals to fight for the marshal.

The main forces in front-line combat are the Eagle Flag Army and the Wilderness Expeditionary Force. Let’s not talk about the Eagle Flag Army for the time being. Just talking about the Wilderness Expeditionary Force, this army has the lowest status in the Imperial Army, and the same is true for its general status.

This time Zhang Gongbo rebelled. If a general could successfully conquer and regain the marshal, he would not only obtain supreme military achievements and keep his reputation in history, but also be like holding the marshal in his own hands and sweep away the madness.

With the card of Marshal, you can be loyal to the emperor and patriotism, return the marshal to its original position, and achieve success and fame. You can also use it to command the empire, pinch the marshal as a puppet, and hold power in your own hands.

At this moment, for many generals, the war with the Federation is no longer important. Loss is a foregone conclusion. How to survive after losing is the key. Living here is not just about physical life.

More and more generals came to say goodbye, without exception, for the sake of justice. They were bright and majestic, but they had their own ulterior motives. Everyone pointed at Chang'an and pointed at the center of power of the empire.

In less than a day, except for Leng Yuan's headquarters Eagle Flag Army and a small number of the wilderness expeditionary forces that were ready to die, the other troops had already evacuated. Leng Yuan said nothing during the whole process, did not criticize him severely, and did not shoot the officers to establish his authority. He just looked at them and watched silently.

When the last general came to say goodbye, Leng Yuan asked him: "Power is really so charming?"

The general was silent for a long time, and finally saluted Leng Yuan, leaving a sentence: "Power is a stove, and we are all firewood."
Chapter completed!