they had heard them somewhere before, but they did not think too much of it. After all, no one would think so much - like a small soldier who was handicapped in the battlefield would actually know the two main marshals of the empire.

No one knew that this letter, this message they were to pass, was the true talisman for these twelve youths.

"If they ask about me, about Young Master Yun's whereabouts, just say that I'll be there soon. The longest I'll take to arrive is in half a month!"

Yun Yang continued, "Also, even if you're sleeping while hurrying along your journey, you have to use the breathing method I taught you. No slacking for even a moment; it'd be best if you can get used to it, like a second nature. Practice the combat techniques every day, no matter how tired and hard your journey is, for no lesser than six hours. That's the foundation to your survival on the battlefield, remember?"

The boys' eyes glinted, remembering Yun Yang's words and etching them in their minds.

The villagers carried Yun Yang as they sent the twelve boys off, all of them were smiling. "Go without worries. This is the time that the boys should use their brute force, kill the enemy and serve the country, contribute their merits! You have us at home still! There's no need to be worried!"

The twelve youths kneeled at the end of the road, paying respect to the whole village with respectful bows. They then stood up and turned, leaving with wide strides. Not a single one of them turned back for a second glance.

The morning sun bathed their backs, like putting a veil of colored clouds on them.

Seeing that the teenagers could no longer be seen, heartbroken cries finally came from the crowd who were sending them off.

It was a massive war that saw the presence of millions of soldiers from two countries!

It was an ultimate war that decided the nation's fate and prosperity!

It was an extreme fight that preceded subjugation!

How much could a mere twelve boys' strength be worth?

These twelve teenagers might be drowned by the army the moment they got to the battlefield..

The village did not know if they could still witness them return safely in this lifetime.. Who knew how many of these twelve boys would come back in the future!

No one had any confidence about this. They could only wish them all the best.

How many more youths throughout the Empire of Yutang must have stepped into the battlefield as passionately as they had? The emotions that ran through the hundreds of thousands of families who witnessed their departures were exactly the same!