The wind is fine and the sun is shining, with a cool spring breeze. On the school grounds, flags are waving and drums are beating loudly. Tens of thousands of people have been divided into countless small teams, doing morning exercises under the leadership of their respective instructors.

  Their armor is bright and their spirit is high, they are indeed the Great Han Tianying Legion.

  Xu Haifeng and Jiang Koming followed Er Dongjie to the marshal's mansion, along the way, they saw countless fine young men in the army with their proud and handsome appearance, and felt a sense of emotion.

  Whether it was Gu Dao or Zhang Jinzhong, they were all skilled in leading troops. The Tianying Army was in their hands, and the two words "crack troops" were not ashamed.

  Their goal in coming here was indeed Zhang Jinzhong, but who is Zhang Jinzhong? He has 100,000 elite soldiers and powerful generals under his command. It's not easy to deal with him. If there were Erlang Shen as an insider, and he was completely unguarded, the two great masters could take action at the same time, and it would be possible to capture him alive.

  But once captured, what consequences will follow?

  According to Jiang Kongming, Blood Wine is a last resort because no one can guarantee that he will become a mature Blood Wine Warrior.

  Once the Great Commander of the Tianying Legion becomes a dull and numb person who only knows how to follow orders, heaven knows what consequences will be triggered. At that time, the secret of the Blood Wine will inevitably be difficult to keep, at least it will be impossible to deceive Xia Yajun, this newly promoted Zongshi.

  It is, if not for the sake of necessity, this cup of blood wine would never be taken out. In Jiang Kongming's plan, if it was unavoidable to force him, then at the moment he realized he wasn't a growing type, what awaited him would be a beheading knife, with no chance of escape.

  Yesterday, they met at the casino, but it was an opportunity. Lin Muhe's heartfelt words made the relationship between the two sides improve to some extent. Although it is still far from being harmonious, the tense atmosphere of the initial encounter has dissipated.

  Jiang Kongming, no matter how formidable he is, cannot predict the future. He can only rely on his supercomputer-like brain to deduce the changes in the situation.

  The history he knew was vastly different from here, and even the terrain had undergone tremendous changes. Otherwise, even if Caesar were a hundred times more heroic, it would be impossible for him to cross the Eurasian continent in the era of cold weapons and invade the territory of the Great Han.

  Such a long front line cannot be borne by any country under such social productive forces.

  Moreover, in fields such as politics and military affairs, those who are renowned are not necessarily the ones whose names have been passed down through history.

  With brush and ink, the stage is set for some unfamiliar names to point out the mountains and rivers. These ancient people standing at the pinnacle of power cannot be compared with Jiang Kongming in terms of knowledge, but if we talk about dense thinking, quick wit, sinister plots, and strategic planning, they are by no means inferior.

  Jiang Kungming was able to achieve great success, one reason being his unparalleled wealth of knowledge, which made countless clever people's heads ache and split with problems that were easily solved in his hands. Compared to the people of this era, the knowledge he possessed and the perspective from which he viewed things were fundamentally different.

  Moreover, there is an even more important point, which is that unique mind-reading technique.

  Can't help but say, Jiang Kongming's mind-reading technique is indeed a powerful and extreme abnormal skill. Sometimes, the effect of this ability even surpasses Xu Haifeng's Blood Wine.

  No matter how secretive, nothing can escape his piercing gaze that sees through the heart of man. If not for this, why would Old Lady Fang fear him like a tiger?

  In the commander's headquarters, dozens of high-ranking generals were seated. When Er Dongjie walked in, everyone's eyes turned to look at his back.

  Xu Haifeng was indifferent to the dozens of gazes that were either scorching hot, astonished, or fearful. His face always wore a faint smile, yet this gaze that did not contain any murderous intent or evil aura made people dare not stare at him straight. Whoever met his gaze could not help but feel ashamed and lower their heads.

  Jiang Kongming secretly sneered, this group of generals had already made up their minds, since they knew Xu Haifeng's master identity, who else would dare to be reckless and confront him?

  "General Zhang leads." Xu Haifeng said with a bow.

  Zhang Jinzhong didn't dare to be slow and stood up, bowing and saying: "Master Xu has come from afar, you must be tired."

  The two men exchanged pleasantries and then sat down, with Xu Haifeng and his companions taking their seats as host and guest.

  Zhang Jinzhong looked at Er Dongjie's face, still expressionless, as if the matter of setting up the scheme had never happened.

  "We have marched all the way here, and wherever we go, our military strength is flourishing. The troops under General Zhang's command are truly the strongest in the great Han Dynasty." Jiang Gongming walked to the center of the commander's tent, made a square bow with his hands clasped together, and spoke solemnly.

  Zhang Jinzhong's eyes glanced at Xu Haifeng, and he saw him sitting upright in his chair, with a smile that was not quite a smile on his face, unable to discern what he was thinking.

  The crowd of generals in the account couldn't help but reveal a strange expression when they heard Jiang Gongming's high praise for the Tianying Army. These people had all participated in the Battle of Lin'an in the past and had witnessed the Black Flag Army's superhuman combat power with their own eyes. If one were to discuss which army was the strongest in the Great Han, it would be none other than them. Moreover, as soon as they thought of Zhebie's Sky Opening Bow and Qin Yong's Copper Lion, their throats and foreheads felt a chill.

  "Mr. Chiang's praise is misplaced, the Tianying Legion is just one of the five major legions of the Great Han, even if they are elite and brave, they dare not claim to be the first." Zhang Jinzhong furrowed his brow slightly, this Jiang Gongming didn't know whether he was doing it on purpose or not, truly despicable.

  "Ahem..." Er Dongjie cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "I have brought Master Xu here today because we have important matters to discuss."

  "Please go on."

  Jiang Kongming smiled slightly and said, "After February, Master Xu will go to the northern border to fight a decisive battle with Li Zhi. I suppose this is not the first time you've all heard of it."

  As soon as they thought of two masters of the same level competing on behalf of the two great empires, the hearts of the generals were stirred.

  "Not bad, let old me here wish Master Xu a victorious start and cut down the cleverness in front of the horse."

  A hoarse voice came from outside the hall, and everyone turned their heads to look. An old man approached with a stoop.

  "General Luo."

  A wave of applause rose, and even Zhang Jinzhong and Er Dongjie, as the supreme generals, stood up simultaneously. Er Dongjie even took a few steps forward, holding the old man's shoulders. This action, which was almost like fawning, did not reveal any mocking expressions from anyone, as if it were a matter of course. The old man's status in people's minds can be seen from this.

  Xu Haifeng exchanged a glance with Jiang Kongming, and this person's identity was already beyond words.

  Lu Ding Sheng, an octogenarian, was born into the first family of the northwest and served as deputy commander of the Tianying Army for 40 years. He is a legendary figure who holds the rank of general despite being a deputy commander in one of the five major military groups.

  Although he is already old and has been in a state of semi-retirement, the former dignitary still does not dare to be even slightly negligent towards him.

  "Thank you, General Lu." Xuhai Feng bowed deeply.

  "As for Master Xu's great name, I've long heard of it, unfortunately, we haven't had the chance to meet until now." Lu Ding Sheng grasped Er Dong Jie's hand, and that frail body, as if worn out by the years, stood extremely steady.

  "As a junior from the Western region, I am indeed your younger generation. If not for fear of disturbing your tranquility, I would have come to pay my respects long ago."

  Xu Haifeng's words were double-edged, and Lu Ding Sheng couldn't help but hear them.

  Although Lu Ding Sheng was only the deputy commander, he had the nickname of the uncrowned king of the Western Front. After Xu Hai Feng changed the name of the city, his intentions were gradually revealed. If these two sensitive figures gathered together, they would likely provoke countless suspicions and concerns from people with ulterior motives.

  He smiled slightly, and on his aged face with a hint of self-confidence and arrogance, he said: "For decades, I have been clean and honest, not causing any trouble, but I have never feared anyone. Master Xu can rest assured."

  Zhang Jinzhong's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and for some reason, this old general was unusually abnormal today, seeming to have a preconceived notion about himself. Since meeting until now, except for a slight nod, there wasn't even half a sentence of conversation, but instead he kept chatting with Xu Haifeng nonstop. Moreover, in his tone, there was a hint of bias towards Xu Haifeng.

  "What brings Master Xu here?" Zhang Jinzhong asked hastily, fearing they would say something unpleasant again.

  Xu Haifeng nodded in response to Jiang Gongming, who understood the hint and stepped forward, straightening his body. "Gentlemen, with the country in crisis, not only have the Xiongnu people captured the capital, but also the 50,000-strong army of the Caesarians has already besieged Wulong City, and more troops are pouring in continuously? Does Commander Zhang know about this?"

  Everyone was shocked and whispered to each other inquiringly, the humming sound in the hall did not stop.

  Zhang Jinzhong was taken aback, the Roman army had indeed moved, but they were camping tens of miles away from Wulong City, and so far there has been no movement, let alone any follow-up troops. But that was already three days ago, could it be that something has changed in these three days?

  Jiang Kongming's gaze was like two sharp swords that pierced directly into Zhang Jinzhong's heart, his mouth twitched slightly as he said: "I know a thing or two."

  "Now that Cao's army is at the city gate, our lord is going to leave again, and in Xinye there is only General Zuo Ling with less than 30,000 soldiers under his command. I wonder how he can hold out? The capital will be a tragic scene, won't it be repeated? Therefore, Jiang humbly requests the general to send troops to rescue." Zhuge Kongming bowed respectfully to him, and anyone could feel his extremely sincere attitude.

  "This..." Zhang Jinzhong only now understood his intention, and it turned out that he was actually following the idea of the Tianying Military Group.

  Jiang Gongming's voice suddenly rose, and his loud and high-pitched voice echoed in the hall: "Wolong City is a territory of Han, how can it be lost? When the country is in trouble, every citizen has a responsibility. What more for us soldiers? If you insist on your opinion and refuse to save it, then we will return to Wolong City immediately, defend the city to the death, and die for the country."

  Everyone's gaze focused on Zhang Jinzhong's face at the same time, except for his few confidants, most of the generals' eyes were filled with longing.

  Zhang Jinzhong secretly cursed his bad luck. What a sharp tongue, just a few short sentences had forced him into a dilemma.

  "Clap, clap, clap..." A burst of intermittent applause came from the two hands covered with age spots. Lu Ding Sheng stood up, bowed and said: "A good country has difficulties, a matchmaker has responsibilities, I am not talented, willing to lead my troops to go to Wodragon City, hoping that the commander will allow it."

  The hoary voice echoed for a long time in this historic and majestic mansion.

  PS: Strongly recommended this week... Please recommend more, brothers!

  In addition, it is recommended to read "Dragon's Journey Through the Ages", a must-read for fans of fantasy novels. The link is below.

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