Chapter 375: The Eighteenth Day in the Struggle for Supremacy World

Chapter 375: Day 18 of Getting Dropped into a Conquest Novel

Comments section:

"Ahhhh! Finally gonna start conquering the world? Though the building/kingdom-management parts were fun too."

"Can I just say? He's so damn consistent and careful! Not like those other novels I've read where unexpected incidents force premature uprisings or create threats—sure, those plots are exciting and fun to read, but I'm saying, An Yi is way too reliable!"

"An Yi's always been this consistent! And always so calm! But you can tell from the text that underneath that calm, he's burning with ambition! So... so freakin' hot!"

"??? What are you getting all hot and bothered over?"

"Bai Ji, oh Bai Ji, you lucky bastard!"

"Haha, stop it—has he actually gotten any? It's been three years, and he's still a virgin!"

"Hehe, check my Weibo—An Yi becomes emperor, makes Bai Ji his empress, wedding night...[link]"

"I clicked in and read it—why is the male lead the one getting topped?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"The male lead's taller than An Yi! He's the MC!"

"What does being taller matter? The Lord could tie the male lead up hands and feet, and he still couldn't win against him."

"Boo-hoo-hoo! No! I won't accept this!"

"I accept it! An Yi! Husband!"

"Ew ew ew~ Why? Why is this okay in the novel, but why are there gay guys in the comments too?"

"So what if there are? Ew-guy, keep it low-key, or I'll write you into a fanfic."

"...Sumimasen."

"..."

An Yi: "..."

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Half a month later, outside Yangqi City, the drill grounds (about three miles wide).

The autumn sky was high and clear, and the air was thick with bloodlust and the metallic tang of war.

Above the drill ground, banners blotted out the sky.

A huge black banner embroidered with a gold "An" character stood at the top of the review platform, snapping fiercely in the wind. Below it, the banners of each army and battalion flew in descending order, colorful and fluttering in the breeze.

Beneath the banners stood a silent army.

Twenty thousand elite armored soldiers, arrayed in strict formation by battalion, company, squad, and five-man unit—perfectly aligned, utterly silent.

They wore standardized iron-plated armor and helmets with neck guards, gripped long spears, and carried powerful bows and crossbows on their backs.

Sunlight hit the cold metal plates and razor-sharp edges, reflecting a vast, chilling gleam.

These soldiers were the cream of the crop among An Yi's retainers. After years of rigorous training and solid logistics, every one of them was built tough, with sharp, determined eyes and postures straight as pines.

They gave off a discipline and murderous aura that didn't belong to this era—forged through countless trials, now etched into their very bones.

Just standing there in silence, they created an oppressive, suffocating pressure.

In front of the review platform, on a raised temporary stage, An Yi stood in full battle gear.

The red tassel of his helmet hung down his back, his faceguard raised to show his whole face.

Sunlight fell upon his face without obstruction.

That face, against the grim battle array and cold armor, with that hint of majesty between his brows, had a unique charm that mixed divine purity with ruthless decisiveness.

Wherever his gaze swept, no one dared meet his eyes.

He stood at the center of the high stage, the cape of his black battle robe stirring slightly in the wind.

Flanking the stage stood the main generals and strategists for this campaign.

Mao Hua, An Shu, and the others were fully armored, oozing bloodlust.

Bai Ji, Dou Chuang, and the other civilian officials also wore light armor over their robes, looking grim.

Bai Ji's eyes gleamed, standing ramrod straight, his gaze locked on An Yi.

Below the stage, countless eyes focused on that figure in black armor and silver helmet.

He raised a hand.

A nearby guard immediately handed him a custom copper megaphone.

An Yi raised it to his lips, and the next moment, his voice, amplified through the horn, boomed clearly across every corner of the drill ground.

"Soldiers."

"Today, we gather here to swear our oath—not for personal grudges, not for fame or profit."

He paused, his gaze sweeping the formation once more:

"But for this world! The court is corrupt, traitors run wild, treating the people like weeds. Natural disasters and man-made calamities keep coming, plunging the land into chaos and the people into misery! The north is stricken with famine for a thousand li, the central plains are already ablaze with war, and the cries of the grieving echo everywhere... This glorious Great Qi, with its three hundred years of rule, has reached the point of life or death!"

Aside from the veteran retainers, many soldiers were refugees—they and their families had all been displaced. At these words, anger surged in them.

"Our An clan has long been favored by the nation, a family of poetry and propriety. How could we sit by while the people are on the brink of death? How could we tolerate traitors corrupting the court? Today, I, An Yi, in the name of the Governor of Yangqi, swear this oath: I raise this army not for the honor of one family or one name, but to save the people of this world from their suffering, to restore order to the state, and to bring peace back to this bright world!"

His voice rose:

"On this journey, there will surely be blades and obstacles ahead, blood and sacrifice—but justice is on our side, and the people's will is on our side! We grip sharp blades and wear sturdy armor, not for personal wealth, but to carve out a path to survival for our parents, wives, and children, to win peace for the lands behind us, and to open an era of peace for all the people of this world!"

He suddenly drew the long sword at his side, its blade flashing brilliantly in the sunlight:

"Every soldier under my command will follow military discipline and fight bravely! Merit will be rewarded, offenses will be punished! I, An Yi, swear here that I'll share both hardship and plenty with you all. Anyone who retreats in battle or harms the people will face military law without mercy! Anyone who charges ahead and wins glory—I won't let your blood today be in vain!"

"Uphold the state, save the drowning, rescue the burning!"

An Yi's voice cut off abruptly, his gaze like lightning sweeping across the field once more.

A brief, deathly silence.

Then, like a dormant volcano erupting, a thunderous roar:

"We follow the Lord! Uphold the state! Save the drowning and rescue the burning!" The front ranks of generals and guards roared in unison.

Then, like wildfire, roars erupted from the reviewing stand, sweeping across the entire training ground!

"We will follow the Lord!"

"Restore the dynasty!"

"Save the people from peril!"

Twenty thousand voices cried out in unison, the sound like a sudden clap of thunder, rolling forward, shaking the very earth, sending countless birds scattering into the sky.

The soldiers thrust their weapons skyward, a cold gleam like a forest of blades, merging with the shouts into a mighty force that could tear the sky apart!

An Yi stood atop the platform, standing against the crashing waves of sound and countless fervent gazes.

His expression remained calm, yet deep in his clear eyes, a spark seemed to ignite, burning with startling brightness.

He slowly lowered the arm holding his sword.

The noise gradually died down, and the ranks fell silent and solemn, but the kindled fighting spirit and killing intent now hung thick in the air.

An Yi sheathed his longsword, and his voice boomed again through the loudspeaker: "March!"

Command flags snapped, and war horns blared.

Bai Ji rode beside An Yi, his gaze burning, the frantic pounding of his heart thundering in his ears.

An Yi... An Yi!

Comments section:

"Damn, that's lit!"

"Once deployed, they're a veteran army trained for years, regularly sent to crush bandits and drive back enemies—the Lord is truly steady! I love him!"

"This gets me so hyped! My Lord! My Lord!"

"Damn! I'm so pumped!"

"The world! Your strength has arrived! (Wild boar excited dance .jpg)"

"Bai Ji, oh Bai Ji, you're so lucky! You really lucked out!"

"......"