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The government soldiers lined up layer by layer, neatly dressed, and completely surrounded the field of this northern theater of operations.

In the center of the site, there is a well-lined wooden platform lying there.

In front of the wooden table, a row of desks and chairs are arranged neatly from high to low.

A pale gold chair in the middle of the room, graceful and luxurious, some of them stand tall at the top.

Sitting in the seat was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a golden military uniform.

The man was tall, his face was thin, his cheeks were sunken, he looked like a hanger, with a conceited arrogance, and looked around the soldiers present with disdain, and sneered again and again.

This person is the sixth prince of the Yanyang Dynasty, Zhu Chang.

The power of the dynasty, the struggle for power, and the battle for the throne of the royal family are the most ferocious and cruel wars.

This emperor of the Yanyang Dynasty had a total of thirteen children, eight of whom were sons and five were daughters, and the one who was most likely to be listed as a prince had three princes.

The eldest prince was born in order, with the support of a large number of old ministers, and his war zone is very close to the eldest prince.

The six princes have a vicious temperament, do things unscrupulously, and are famous in the dynasty, and they have also gathered a lot of supporters, and the most loyal of them is the general of the northern theater.

The Thirteenth Prince, the youngest son of the emperor, is deeply favored, but unfortunately he is too young, only sixteen years old, has no foundation in the dynasty, and is the most powerless one.

Every military exercise in the theater will have a high-level of the dynasty come to inspect, which can be regarded as showing the strength of the theater to the high-level.

A military exercise in the theater was held in the theater of the ministry, and of course the prince went to inspect it.

And this time, in the Northern Theater, the supporter of the Northern Theater, Zhu Chang, was invited.

Under Zhu Chang's seat, there are four seats divided in twos and twos, lined up on the periphery, and in these four seats, there are four young men who have been sitting in their thirties and have a majestic face.

These four men are naturally generals in the four theaters of war.

The four of them sat in a neat line, talking and discussing in low voices, and in the open field, there were bursts of drums beating and ranging.

At this moment, I saw a column of figures walking towards me from a distance.

The four generals who were talking with each other looked up and looked over there, all of them looking unkind.

The person who strode from afar was naturally Ling Shaoqing.

Following behind Ling Shaoqing, in addition to Dong Honghammer, there was a small queue of twenty people.

These twenty people are all pro-guards trained by Ling Shaoqing in the Eastern Theater, also known as the Ling Family Army.

Everyone's strength is at the level of the scattered realm, the strength is extraordinary, and the cooperation is perfect, at this time, the momentum of these more than 20 people walking across makes everyone have a sense of depression that holds their breath, which can be seen to be extraordinary.

The martial artists of the Scattered Human Realm are already within the strength range of the Hidden Abyss Continent, and the number of such martial artists is not much in the entire continent, so there is naturally no need to say much in the army's army.

The Eastern Theater has the largest number of government soldiers in the scattered realm, but there are only a full fifty people.

All of its four theaters combined, there is not such a large number, which is the reason why they deliberately suppressed the eastern theater.

The martial artists of the scattered human realm, to say the least, need two or three hundred years of penance to be promoted, don't look at the age of these people who are only in their thirties, in fact, they have already been cultivating for a long time.

It is easy to say that the martial artists of the realm of laymen are easier to recruit, but they are all people who cultivate the way of heaven when they reach the realm of scattered people, and it is difficult to recruit one to ascend to the sky, I don't know what method Ling Shaoqing used to gather so many government soldiers and guards.

The momentum of these more than 20 people marching was silent but full of depression, and even the earth-shattering gongs and drums in the scene were suppressed.

The hearts of the twenty people of the Ling family army were all holding back a breath of anger, and they were ridiculed and scolded by Ling Shaoqing like this, they had already wanted to stand up for a while, and they just took advantage of the time to show their Ling family army's demeanor.

The demeanor is there, but since then, the faces of the generals of the four major theaters have become more and more unsightly.

During this march, Ling Shaoqing had already walked to the front of the layers of platforms, knelt on one knee in front of Zhu Chang, who was sitting on the platform, and made a respectful gesture, "The small commander of the Eastern Theater, Ling Shaoqing, has seen the six princes. ”

Zhu Changman waved his hand absently, "Well, get up." ”

Ling Shaoqing stood up, looked at the other four bigwigs, and bowed slightly, "I've seen the generals of the major theaters." ”

His eyes swept over the faces of the generals of the major theaters, and their expressions were different.

Some responded perfunctorily, some simply didn't hear it, and even let out a cold snort.

Ling Shaoqing was not annoyed, he had a modest smile on his face, and after finishing the etiquette, he wanted to take a seat, but when he looked around, he found that the general's seat was not reserved for him at all.

Frowning imperceptibly, Ling Shaoqing hesitated a little.

At this moment, a sneering voice came, "Nephew Ling Xian, where is your seat?" ”

It was a sneering young man who spoke, with a plain appearance, but with a majestic momentum, looking at the flag waving beside his seat, and the red flag was painted with a colorful and stout hideous snake.

The long snake of this flag represents the Northern Theater of Operations.

And the young man who said it was the one who had the worst relationship with the Eastern Theater, and he was also the first general of the Northern Theater to put forward such a proposal.

Ling Shaoqing looked in the direction he was pointing, and found a simple wooden chair in the remote corner at the bottom.

The arrangement of this seat is a step-like appearance, and Zhu Chang, who is the most square in the middle, needless to say, the place where several generals of the company are sitting in a row is three or five meters above the ground.

And the place prepared for Ling Shaoqing turned out to be on the ground, and the generals of the four theaters looked down condescendingly, making it clear that they were making a high-minded appearance and wanted to suppress the prestige of the Eastern Theater.

"You!" Ling Shaoqing didn't say anything yet, and Dong Honghammer, who was standing behind him, was furious and opened his mouth to reprimand.

Ling Shaoqing raised his hand and stopped him from saying that a personal guard provoked the general, which was not a small crime. Now the gentleness of his countenance was gone, replaced by a sonorous and majestic momentum.

His eyes were blazing, and he was fierce and killed, as if he was carrying a sharp sword, shooting directly at He Youwei's face.

Rao is He Youwei, such a general who was born in killing, under Ling Shaoqing's direct gaze, the sneer on his face was also stagnant, and his face trembled violently, showing an unnatural appearance.

"What, Ling Shaoqing, are you dissatisfied? Do you still want to sit in a row with us and take your father's place? He Youwei suppressed the discomfort in his heart, snorted coldly, and said to himself.

Ling Shaoqing's face was as sharp as the spring sun turning into snow, quickly melting, and he showed a gentle smile again, "Of course not." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the seat and sat down directly without hesitation, with such a calm temperament that few people could really come over.

He Youwei saw that he sat down honestly, so he snorted coldly, but he was still a little apprehensive about Ling Shaoqing's gaze just now, this kid was really not an ordinary person. But it doesn't matter, anyway, after this fight, he will leave with a cover, and he will never be able to enter the army.

Ling Shaoqing's gaze rose again on this road, representing the flags of the major war zones.

The flags of the other four theaters of war are all planted on the steps and sit on the platform, and the eastern theater is a lot taller.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Hong Hammer, raise the flag!" ”

"Yes!" Dong Honghammer's heart was already holding back a burst of anger, and when he heard the young master's words, he responded heavily.

Then the pro-guard with his right hand behind him made a move, and his rough voice came, "Little ones, hold this flag high for Lao Tzu!" Our Eastern Theater can't be given down by others! ”

"Yes!!" It was clear that there were only more than 20 people, but the roar was worth thousands of troops.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on this small group of people.

Dong Honghammer first let out a low shout, his hand was condensed, turned into the shape of a heaven-shaking hammer, and raised the red hammer and smashed it heavily on the ground.

There was a bang, and the flag, which was deeply rooted in the ground, was directly smashed out by the force of the shock.

As soon as the flag flickered, he saw that he was about to fall, and immediately a few people from more than 20 soldiers rushed out, grabbed the flag with two people in one hand, and raised it violently.

The flagpole of this flag is not an ordinary material, but is made of a rare wood called the top of the sky.

This flagpole has a huge shape of two people hugging each other, although it is only more than ten meters high, but the weight is probably not less than five thousand catties.

The fact that a banner of such weight was lifted by one person shows how strong this person is.

The matter is not over yet, after all, the flags of the other four major theaters are planted on the platform, and they are about five meters high, and the height of one person is obviously not good.

One after another shouts sounded, and the three of them rushed out, stacked into a phalanx of Arhats, and the person who held the flag with one hand suddenly exerted force, and directly threw the big banner up, which happened to fall into the hands of the Arhats.

The man snorted, grasped the bottom of the flag with both hands, and raised it proudly.

The flags of the Eastern Theater of Operations are swaying, and the drawings of eagles and beasts are vivid, as if they want to spread their wings and fly high.

Looking at the Arhats stacked by the three of them, and then looking at the flags that were already standing in line with the flags of other war zones, the scene was silent, and the needles could be heard.

The generals of the other four major theaters were all pale and extremely ugly.

They originally wanted to take the opportunity to suppress the prestige of the Eastern Theater, but they didn't expect that instead of suppressing it, they would make this group of people in the Eastern Theater show their faces fiercely for a while.

It's unexpected.