Chapter 120: The army marches

Yuan Hai held the sword of Shang Fang in his hand, looked at the army that stretched for hundreds of miles under the general's stage, and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, he had never been so happy as today, this feeling was as if he was already the king of the Xijin Dynasty.

The army of nearly 1.4 million people in front of him is almost all elite and strong, and at this moment, they are all obeying their orders.

"Where is the Korean side!?"

"The last general!" Han Fang was one of the commanders of the Praetorian Guard, and this time he was ordered to come to help the second prince Yuan Hai on his expedition.

Yuan Hai threw down a token: "Order you to be the vanguard of the left road, leading the army of 450,000! Cao Jian is your lieutenant!"

Han Fang and Cao Jian said in a positive voice: "No!"

"Where is Chen Wei?!"

"The last general!"

"Order you to be the pioneer of walking, and lead the army of 450,000! Wu Xiao is your lieutenant!"

"No!"

"Where are Yang Pu and Wang Su?!"

Yang Pu and Wang Su timidly walked out of the queue and said weakly: "The end... The end will be. ”

Yuan Hai glanced at it with disdain, dropped a token, and said lightly: "I'm giving you 20,000 people, and I will order you to be the chief and deputy logistics chiefs, Shi Di and Wang Zihao are your deputies, do a good job in logistics support!"

The four of Yangpu all smiled bitterly, they had been doing logistics support work with Li Yongbo before, and they had hardly really been on the battlefield, but they were also happy to do it.

The four of Yangpu replied: "Yes!"

And there are some people in the whole army who are happy and some are worried, Yuan Hai said that he would give another 20,000 people to do logistics work. Logistics do not need to go to the battlefield, and there is little danger other than the total annihilation of the army.

And the Li family army is basically a predator, except for the soldiers of the four of them in Yangpu, they have never done logistics at all.

In the eyes of these predators, the work of logistics is no different from an insult to them, and they each have their own thoughts for a while.

Yuan Hailang shouted: "This time, I will personally serve as the chief general of the Chinese army, and the remaining 450,000 horses will all obey the orders of this king." ”

"Now, the army is on the march!"

"The army is on the march!" all the generals appointed by Yuan Hai shouted at the same time.

"Whew, whew, whew!"

"Knock! knock! knock!"

Nearly 1.4 million troops shouted loudly, accompanied by earth-shattering war drums, slowly marching out!

Yuan Hai stood on top of the Chinese army's chariot, looked back at the gate of the Golden Dragon City, which was gradually shrinking, and suddenly felt respect, and said in a loud voice: "Zhou Zhen Gongzi, the future affairs will be entrusted to you Zhou Zhen Gongzi!"

Yuan Hai is very confident that this time he will lead the army to the expedition, and when he returns, it is very likely that there will be an orthodox crown prince. Therefore, he had already thought about it, and after repelling the people of the Junhua Kingdom, he discussed the matter with his third brother Yuan Zhang.

Now, the Li family's talisman is in his hand, in the strength of the army, Yuan Hai has occupied an absolute advantage, under the joint efforts of him and Yuan Zhang, even if the eldest prince Yuan Yang took the opportunity of Yuan Hai's absence in Golden Dragon City to seize control of the Praetorian Guard, Yuan Hai is not afraid.

Even, Yuan Hai has already made the worst plan, that is, if Yuan Yang forces Yuan Benchu to appoint him as the crown prince, Yuan Hai will also use the advantage of this army to attack Jinlong City on a large scale, anyway, those Wenchen will also stand on his side, when he thinks of the talent and ink of those Confucian scholars, even Yuan Hai himself feels ashamed, so he is not afraid of what future generations think of him.

He still remembers the saying: history is written by the ultimate victor.

......

The imperial capital of the Moonlit Night Empire, the Holy City of Night Hua.

In a quaint and dimly lit office, an old man with a white beard dressed in a blue-purple fantasy costume has a very long white beard, which is already more than ten centimeters long.

The white-bearded old man sat at his desk with a staring gaze, his eyes seemed to be open, but they didn't look open.

After listening to the words of the little old man standing in front of him, who was more than ten years younger than himself, the whitebearded old man covered the ancient fantasy book.

The cover of the book is a pale purple color, and there are several gilded ancient texts: "Glowing Magic".

Turning his gaze, this little old man standing was none other than the Xijin Dynasty, the current president of the Wizards' Guild, Hua Nagawa!

Hua Nachuan said in a tone similar to pleading, "Ninth Elder, my application has been handed in for more than a month, why is the branch still refusing to approve my request?"

"Whew!"

The white-bearded old man blew the dust off the Glowing Magic, then got up and placed the book on the huge bookshelf behind him.

"Nagawa, as a magician, you must also know how strict the conditions are to become a branch of our Magicians' Guild. ”

Hua Nagawa replied: "This junior naturally knows, otherwise I wouldn't have come." ”

"Huh. The old man with the white beard smiled, and the laughter was so low that he couldn't hear any emotion in it. "To become a branch of the Wizards' Guild, the first condition is that you must have a seventh-level magician before, you are now at the peak of the sixth-level, and sooner or later you will advance, we can turn a blind eye to this. ”

Hua Nagawa asked suspiciously, "In that case, why hasn't the guild approved my application?"

The white-bearded old man glanced at Hua Nagawa in surprise, although the old man's eyes had been covered by thick white eyebrows, "Naichuan, do you still want to pretend to be stupid? The black history of the Magicians Guild of the Xijin Dynasty, I'm afraid you know best, right?"

Hua Nagawa asked, his throat was immediately choked by himself, and the dry flute was there, how did they know?

The white-bearded old man saw the silent Hua Nachuan, and then laughed loudly, and continued: "Naichuan, your magical talent was originally good, but unfortunately you took the wrong path when you were young, if you can be like my ordinary magicians, now your achievements are probably not lower than that of an old man like me!"

The old man with the white beard taught, "You must always remember that the purpose of our magicians' existence is to stop war and fight for peace. Instead of basing your own desires on the suffering of others. ”

Hua Naichuan's face was both embarrassed and like a dehydrated bitter melon, extremely ugly, and he said, "Isn't this kind of great thing already done by the Imperial Alliance?"

"Imperial Alliance? haha!" The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "They can't even protect themselves, and they will protect others?