Chinese Book On War Novels & Stories

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"Seriously? You think only you alphas can be strategic thinkers? Anyone can learn this shit if they put in the effort and have access to the right materials." "What exactly did you read?" another elder asked, skepticism still dripping from his voice. "Everything," I said with a shrug. "The 48 Laws of Power, The Art of War, On War, and The Book of Five Rings. I even went through historical campaign texts, old border strategies, diplomatic conflicts. I've got them all memorized—every tactic, every major misstep made by arrogant leaders who thought their strength alone would save them." Their expressions slowly shifted from guarded disbelief to something resembling grudging respect. One leaned

Chapter 12. Li Wei rushed into his room. He began to turn through page after page of the Tome- History of the Sages. When reading the first page, his face still looked ordinary. But the more to the middle page of the book, the more stunned Li Wei became. The features and all the traces of fighting written on it are similar to the relics of burns suffered by Yang Shao and Wang Yan - on Yunxiu Bridge last time. "So I now have the talent of a fire bender?" Li Wei was unbelievably excited.

The box that contained the inheritance was held tightly in Li Mingxuan's embrace, and it didn't loosen for a moment. "You're not joking, Senior Chess Lord, are you?" Yang Xiao said coolly. "Why would I joke around with you? Isn't there a saying in the Sky Country that goes 'there can never be too much deception in war'? Why don't you open it for inspection and see what's inside?" Yang Xiao frowned and shot Li Mingxuan a glance. Li Mingxuan was stunned. He immediately opened the case, but what entered his eyes was a wordless book. He took a deep breath, his eyes widening, his face full of anger.

“This is the only thing I owned that was just for me.” Igor watched me, his expression softening completely. “Keep it. It is your armor now. It is the uniform of the free man.” Finally, I retrieved the book Leo had placed on the sofa earlier: the thick, dense edition of Thucydides’ History of the Peloponnesian War. I opened it to a random page, and the quiet scent of old paper and dust hit me.

Books about the war that occurred hundreds of years ago. Sant walked across his room, rambling on and on. “Just so you know, the distance I have to travel from the front gate to your room is farther than jumping through the trees and entering through the verandah.” Then he clucked. “Tell your brother not to build a house as big as a palace.” “He wasn’t the one who build it,” Lev muttered. Sant came over to him and propped one hand on the edge of the table. “What are you reading?” he asked while looking at the book Lev was reading. “Is this a book about the war?”

Yet, they could see through my facade and they knew that I was keeping a brave face. I sighed and looked at the books kept on a shelf beside me. “The art of war,” I muttered the name before picking out a copy. It was a great book from what I had heard but I had not read it yet. Something about it always put me off to read. With a sigh, I leaned back in my seat and smiled. This was not how I wanted this day to go. Me, sitting here reading a strange book while Jakeson tortured the rogue. I felt like my insides were going to burn with the amount of anger and jealousy I was feeling at this moment.

"If you go down there with your face looking like that, as skittish as she is right now, she'd probably bolt." "What's wrong with my face?" "Never mind, what do you plan to do?" "What did I teach you about Sun Tzu?" "Ah, shit, no. You're not about to go Tony Montana on these people, are you? Because I gotta tell you, our town is too small for that shit." "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting." "Coulda fooled me. Didn't you just bash somebody's face in like a week ago?" "There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare."

“Ah… Of course not… It's already yours…” "Then?" “You see… If you visit Yeongsan country again, you will see that there are two giant statues with your face and the Yuan Warrior in the middle of Yeongsan Inner District. Our library also started to publish biographies of the heroes Zhou and Hero Yuan. It is told in our library books, Brother Zhou succeeded in making my father defeat the Iron Tiger army at the Odae River, whereas, the chance of victory for General Yeongjo's army was under ten percent. You made my father's army lucky…”

He looks down at Jake’s hand he is offering him to shake and then looks at me. “What the fuck do you think you are doing turning up at my pack unannounced? You know that could be seen as a declaration of war?” he says. Haha, what is this idiot on? He clearly hasn’t done much research or training in war. The circumstances in which we have turned up at his pack, unannounced or not, would never be considered a declaration of war in any shape or form, no matter how you wanted to consider it.