"Raise your feathers in white and defend me Iwakura!"

The high-pitched voice sounded neatly in the barracks again.

The eyes of the soldiers are not only passionate and enthusiastic, but also look forward to a bright future.

Urging soldiers with blood cannot last, and only by driving them with profit can soldiers be used for a long time.

Under the leadership of Wu Feng, hundreds of warriors formed a long snake formation, neatly stepped out of the barracks, and headed towards the Fengling Crossing, the solid mountain road was trampled out of the sound of kicking, and from time to time dust, sand and gravel were splashed.

Ferries were already ready at the crossing, waiting for them to make the transition.

The sun has risen, sprinkling a little brilliant golden flower on the Yellow River, rippling with the waves, shattering and reuniting. The water of the Yellow River roars and rushes, flowing eastward, like the ups and downs of a thousand mountains, and there is an indescribable magnificence.

In winter, the Yellow River is no longer turbid because of freezing, but at that time, thousands of trees withered and the heavens and the earth were silent.

At this time, the green trees on both sides of the bank are already covered with dense leaves, full of vitality.

False!

Wu Feng sat on the bow of the boat and looked at Song Shannei.

Song Shanuchi has no ambition for Iwakura, and he can't get much benefit from this matter, but his good friend can grow his power, and he is also happy from the bottom of his heart.

Wu Feng established his influence in Hedong, and he was also able to exchange Austrian aid with his uncle and adoptive father Song Shannei, increasing the strength of outsiders inside Iwakura.

"Yamauchi, what do you see in this water?" Wu Feng asked.

"The turbidity is rolling, but there is also a majestic momentum. Song Shan Nei said.

"yes, I see the future in this. As he spoke, Wu Feng raised his head and looked at the green trees on both sides of the Yellow River.

Song Shannei understood what Wu Feng meant.

The Yellow River is turbid, but it nourishes the vast land on both sides, and when it freezes and is clear, it is a harsh winter on both sides of the river.

When the water is clear, there are no fish. Wu Feng has become more and more determined.

Song Shannei himself was an egoistic person, and he certainly agreed with Wu Feng's ideas.

However, he suddenly thought: Xie Yi's determination...... What is it? With Xie Yi's talent, why do you want to work for this little Iwakura?

Song Shannei was a smart man, at least smarter than his uncle Hua Zongdai and Deng Aihou, the lord of the Iwakura Palace, so he suddenly felt frightened. He understood Hua Zongdai's loyalty to Deng Aihou. I don't want to see my uncle and my good brother meet each other.

But then he took away the abnormal look in his eyes, and thought secretly: I think too much.

Wu Feng didn't notice the abnormality in Song Shannei's eyes, he was full of pride in his chest at the moment, and his eyes were full of golden light from the morning sun.

Advancing into Hedong is the first step to truly establish one's own power, and one's ambition lies in the world of the world, every corner that the sun can reach! Not only in Middle-earth, but also in Beimang. The Western Desert, the Southern Wilderness and the East China Sea.

Scurry, the hero of the Western Desert, had such an ambition when he was seven years old, and Wu Feng was now almost fourteen years old.

Of course, this kind of thing may not be able to be achieved. But if you don't dare to think about it, that's the real cowardice.

The captain of the Iwakura Hall in Fenglingdu is extremely skilled, and it is as if the boat was flat in this turbulent wave. It didn't take long for the boat to dock. The soldiers disembarked in turn and rearranged themselves in a neat line.

Because there is a clear edict. Therefore, the march did not need to be concealed at all, and the small army of 100 people followed the main road towards Pingyang City, the core of Hedong County.

In the spring ploughing season, the people in the Hedong Basin are very busy, and on both sides of the road, Xinhe blooms with fresh greenery. Oxen dragged their plows through the fields, mooing from time to time.

Sturdy village women dressed in floral cloth and headscarves carry rice baskets to and fro on the ridges to bring food to their husbands or fathers. Or wipe the sweat off the other person's forehead with a coarse cloth.

A few soldiers looked at several village girls who were still a little good-looking, and greeted them with a smile on their faces: "Hey, beautiful girl!"

For a moment, it was as if both sides of the road had exploded.

The village girls fled like birds and beasts, ignoring the fact that their baskets fell into the muddy water, and the food was spilled all over the ground, and the farmers also jumped up from the fields with their feet of mud and rushed away into the distance, except for a few people who were still dragging the ploughing cattle desperately.

Hearing that these big-headed soldiers had a Yuzhou accent, this group of people was really frightened. In this troubled era, foreign soldiers are often no different from demons, committing adultery and plunder.

When they saw Yuzhou soldiers coming, they thought that there was another civil war.

Wu Feng hurriedly raised his voice and explained: "You don't have to panic, we are on the orders of the Great Zhou Emperor to come here to suppress the bandits and the people, and we will never infringe on the people!"

However, no one in the panic listened to him, and one by one fled without a trace.

Wu Feng shook his head and sighed.

This is a time of turmoil, even if there is a brief period of peace, the people also live in fear, and they do not know when the flames of war will ignite again, and their homes will be destroyed.

It's time to put an end to such troubled times.

Cultivators have many Taoist systems, different exercises, and each has its own strengths. This brought about the strength of the Xiuzhen lineage, but it also made the cultivators stand tall and small, and the large and small forces did not belong to each other, and the warriors who were enslaved by the cultivators also fell into a long-term infighting.

The dictatorship of the cultivators will inevitably bring about a lasting period of turmoil. But even if the martial arts politics are restored, if they can't subdue the world with force like the martial ancestors and construct a powerful ruling system, the warriors' ability to kill each other and harm the people is probably not lost to the cultivators.

As long as it is a rebellion, it will bring destruction and destruction. And since the number of cultivators is only one-tenth of that of a martial artist, even if it is a battle between the forces of the cultivators, the main destructive thing is the martial artist who has become the domestic slave of the Xiuzhen sect. The samurai who have lost their own ** nature have no dignity and the bottom line of being human beings.

War has a majestic and treacherous charm, and the transformation of life and death, blood and fire, has endless splendor. But whether it is the people of the world or the heroes who want to clear the mountains and rivers, what they are looking forward to is the arrival of long-term peace.

"March quietly, and no more noise and disturbance to the people. Wu Feng coldly gave the order.

Only then did the sergeants hold their breath and be silent.

Considering the resistance of the Hedong people to outsiders, when it was time to rest at night, Wu Feng did not allow them to stay in the people's houses. And as an army, there is absolutely no reason to stay in a guest house.

Of course, if you stay in a private house, there are also ways to establish a reputation, such as not only giving money according to the amount of money, not taking a penny from the people, but also mobilizing soldiers to carry water and chop firewood for the people, and feed cattle and horses.

However, what Wu Feng wants is a good reputation, not a unique good reputation, and many things are overdone, which is to roast himself on the fire. If he did that, not only Deng Aihou would feel strange, but even the Great Zhou Dynasty and the local wealthy families would be suspicious: What kind of crooked idea did this guy play? (To be continued......

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