Munitions Empire

He closed the book and placed it on the bedside table, as the man from the Eastern Continent answered, "Three days, you were unconscious for three days. You have a strong body; the doctors said that a normal person might have already died, but you pulled through."

"As good as dead," General Feng Kezhi diverted his gaze, looking out the window. There wasn't much to see, just ruins and rubble.

Not every building could withstand an urban alley battle, especially in cities like Fengjiang, where many buildings were made of wood.

The building outside the window had been hit by artillery and had turned into ruins, with only a few wooden pillars and a corner of a wall remaining.

This was the first floor, and the fact that he could see the ruins opposite proved that the room's outer courtyard wall had also collapsed. General Feng Kezhi watched the ruins in front of him, silently waiting for the man behind him to speak.

"It's a good thing to be alive," Bolton, sitting beside General Feng Kezhi's bed with his legs crossed, instructed the nurse standing by outside the door, "He's awake now, prepare some food according to your usual rules."

"Who are you?" General Feng Kezhi turned his head again.

"I am Bolton," Bolton introduced himself simply. Indeed, he didn't need to elaborate much, as the name Bolton was well known in Dorne and absolutely resonated throughout the Dahua Empire.

General Feng Kezhi had studied many generals from Tang Country, and Bolton and Strauss were definitely among those he had focused on.

"I've heard much about you," General Feng Kezhi managed a pained smile, "I never imagined I'd meet you in person."

"Nor did I expect to meet the Great General of the Dahua Empire, General Feng Kezhi, so soon," Bolton replied modestly, "I guess it's true that we wouldn't have met if we hadn't fought."

"Indeed." General Feng Kezhi agreed with Bolton's statement and then nervously asked a question, "Why... did you save me?"

"In fact, we didn't save you, Mr. Feng Kezhi. Officially, you are already dead. We've announced your suicide publicly, and the Dahua Empire has acknowledged this version of the story." Bolton looked into General Feng Kezhi's eyes and spoke in a relatively light tone, "The General Feng Kezhi who died has been greatly mourned and is now revered as the loyal and brave hero of the Dahua Empire by tens of thousands."

"Loyal... brave... how ironic." General Feng Kezhi's face became animated, his depression mixed with self-mockery, and his bitterness tinged with a hint of humor.

"Anyway, you're now a noble, so don't be too sad," Bolton was not very good at comforting others, "You are bedridden for now, so why not think carefully and choose a good sounding new name for yourself?"

"Okay," General Feng Kezhi agreed without any fuss.

Bolton was taken aback, then burst into laughter, "You're a funny man. Get well soon. Our... His Majesty The Emperor wishes to meet you."

"The Emperor?" General Feng Kezhi murmured before it dawned on him—Tang Country had become the victor, so it was only natural for the Tang Kingdom to transform into the Great Tang Empire.

Thus, Tang Mo, who they had always called a rebel, had naturally become the revered Emperor of the Great Tang Empire.

"Good!" General Feng Kezhi nodded as energetically as he could.

"Then take good care of yourself! I won't disturb you any longer. Mr. Feng..." Bolton stood up, reaching for the book 'The Impact of Infantry Communication Technology Advancements' on the bedside table.

"Could you leave that book for me to read?" General Feng Kezhi suddenly spoke out.

Bolton paused, then withdrew his hand, "Sure! It's a new edition of the textbook. I hope Mr. Feng will review it after reading."

Bolton paused again, then withdrew his hand, "Sure! It's a new edition of the textbook. I hope Mr. Feng will review it after reading."