"Boyangjun actually led the army to set off?"

In the Jicang Palace, a man in a black royal robe sat on the main seat, and the owner of the original mansion, King Jicang, waited next to him like a small servant, and followed the man in black to report the situation with a flattering face.

"It's true, I heard that he also brought his eldest son with him. ”

"Okay, as long as Boyangjun dies, this time will be considered over. The man in black nodded with satisfaction, it would be better to take his son on the expedition together, he would die cleanly, and the end would be saved.

The defeat of 100,000 troops against 3,000 grass coars is ridiculous, even 100,000 pigs are enough for the 3,000 rebel army to kill softly, how can they be defeated so quickly, let alone the commander is killed. The contemporary Xia Emperor is mediocre, and the people below naturally dare to do anything, the real 100,000 army actually did not fight with the rebel army, but mutinied, and the commander was not killed in the battle, but was killed by the mutinous soldiers. The decay of the Xia Dynasty has long been ingrained, and the Xia Emperor, who is sitting in the royal capital, does not know that the soldiers on the front line have not received military salaries for more than half a year, and even the meals are hungry and full, and sometimes they can't even eat one meal a day.

The battle report that Emperor Xia saw was made up by the people below to fool him, anyway, this faint monarch didn't take much care of things, in fact, Emperor Xia really didn't look at it much, after arguing for a few days, this faint monarch really got impatient, and casually found a scapegoat, which was exactly the same as they expected.

"The Lord is wise. ”

King Yoshikura hurriedly praised.

"You have done a good job in this matter, after Boyangjun dies, the smelting he is responsible for will be handed over to you. ”

"Thank you, Lord. ”

Princes, when the founding of the country was very valuable, but mixed with the current Xia royal capital of the magnates do not know how much, bricks can fall down can hit a big person, in addition to the Xia Dynasty itself is a dynasty transformed by wild people, many systems are chaotic and contradictory, in the first few generations of the founding of the country, the princes and marquis rewarded at will, so that in the later period of the princes flooded, to this day in the Xia royal capital in the decline and break the dynasty in the future, such as Boyang Jun who controls the smelting of the princes is already mixed well, the worse can only oppress the poor, rely on squeezing them to maintain the majesty of their own clan, the result is naturally more intensified。

Barrack.

The real leader of the army, Junyang Gongzi, found that the actual battle was different from many things recorded in the books, such as soldiers have emotions, they are not dead words recorded in books, they will be afraid, they will run away, and they will have their own thoughts. The army that King Xia handed over to Boyang Jun was not an elite bloodline army, and the soldiers were basically all old, weak, sick and disabled, and at a glance, most of the eyes were numb, all of them were as thin as firewood, not to mention those who went into battle to kill the enemy, and they were panting when they walked a few steps.

"If we take such an army to destroy the rebels, none of us will come back. ”

Before the prince of Junyang left the camp, he told his father that he asked his father to hand over this army to himself.

Out of trust in Mr. Meng, Bo Yangjun hesitated a little and then gave the arrow to his son.

The prince of Junyang, who was holding the arrow, walked up to the high platform wearing an iron armor, and the numb soldiers below watched the young man holding the arrow walk in front of them, and no one made a sound.

"Are you willing?"

There were no sensational speeches, and there were no promises, and the first thing Junyang Gongzi said was the mentality of these soldiers.

"You are all soldiers of the Great Xia Army, you should have galloped across the field, but some people took away your honor, robbed you of your salary, and didn't even have standard equipment, all the parts were broken copper and iron, in this case, that group of people still let you go to the battlefield and let you go to death, are you willing?!"

This is the current mentality of these soldiers, it is meaningless to talk to these soldiers about righteousness, the soldiers of this era are all forcibly conscripted, and there is no choice. They have no ideals, and they are only soldiers to eat a stamper, but this most basic demand has been snatched away, and now that group of people still want to cover up some crimes with their lives.

"I'm as unwilling as you, I'm the eldest son of the hereditary Boyang Jun, the son of the Shang clan!"

Using a position to gain the approval of these soldiers is only the most superficial means, but it works well.

"Like you, I was also victimized by those people, but I am not reconciled, I will use my life to prove that I will definitely get back what I lost!"

Speaking of this, the phantom of a giant ape appeared behind Junyang Gongzi, and translucent blood appeared around him, and this thin-looking young man seemed to have turned into a fierce beast at this moment, and all the soldiers were shocked by this momentum.

"Bloodline Warrior!!"

"This son turned out to be a bloodline warrior. ”

Great Xia is established as a bloodline warrior, in the hearts of all warriors, bloodline warriors are their beliefs, although Daxia has reached the current state, bloodline warriors are very rare, but this does not prevent them from being fanatical about bloodline warriors.

"Is your blood cold?!"

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Junyang Gongzi withdrew his strength and looked down at this group of people from a high position.

"If your blood is not cold, come with me to regain your own glory, what my sword points at, all are enemies!"

The invisible voice gradually infected everyone present, and some of the numb eyes changed, and they felt that the son in front of them was ...... Perhaps it can be trusted.

This is the charisma of personality, something that only the protagonist has.

"Is this really my son?"

Bo Yangjun hid behind, looking at his son on the high platform, his eyes were in a trance.

The other people in the tent were also silent, compared to Junyang Gongzi, Boyangjun's father was indeed very wasteful.

Two months later.

The army reached the border, and further on, it was the territory of the rebels.

In addition to marching for two months, Prince Junyang also took the time to sort out the army under his hands. He selected 8,000 soldiers with relatively qualified physical fitness from the 50,000 army, reorganized them into an army, and he directly commanded them, and the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled were assigned by him as a reserve army, and his father Bo Yangjun was in charge of the command, mainly responsible for paving the road and cooking and other miscellaneous things.

In order to boost morale, Junyang Gongzi distributed the army's three months' food and salary to half a month, so that the soldiers were open to eat, and after having enough food, the morale of the eight thousand soldiers really improved a lot, and then Junyang handed over the basic boxing techniques learned from the teacher to these people, and let them insist on exercising all the way, and they already had some looks in two months, at least they already looked like the army.

"There wasn't much food left, and once the food ran out, the problem really happened. "Bo Yangjun can't understand his son now, and he doesn't know what he's thinking.

"Therefore, I will destroy the rebels within three days, and as long as the rebels are destroyed, there will be food. ”

Junyang Gongzi looked at the enemy camp, his eyes flashing.