At the end of May, as the departure date of Shenwu Camp approaches, the atmosphere in Lingyun City becomes tense and subtle. This is the first time in the history of Xuanyuan Sect that large-scale elite disciples are sent to join the army of a country. It is of great significance and also indicates the struggle for hegemony in the world.

The situation of the world will undergo great changes. In addition to performing chivalrous acts of justice or pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts, Xuanyuan disciples now have a third option, which is to win decisively on the battlefield and become a general.

There is no doubt that this third way is more attractive.

Because they were born in troubled times, the status of military generals is very high. Being a general will not only bring fame and fortune, but also bring glory to the ancestors. Who doesn't want to risk his life to get the treatment of a master? Especially those disciples who have no hope of becoming the top masters, they are even more desperate.

Study the art of war and military formations, and aspire to become an invincible general.

At the same time, Jubao Pavilion's plan to enter the Central Plains eastward was also in full swing, and capable officers were continuously sent to various state capitals to unclog government officials, visit local guilds, prepare for opening branches, etc. With the secret support of the Zhao and Song royal family, local snakes

None of them dared to make things too difficult.

Pan Yuan mobilized several confidants, including Xie Hongsong, to assist Qiao Hui in preparing carriages, horses, drinks, and recruiting people. On the last day of May, Qiao Hui bid farewell to Pan Yuan, led the caravan quietly to leave Lingyun City, and set off for

Tokyo.

On the second day of June, the Shenwu Camp officially swore to march eastward, taking the first step to conquer the world.

The swearing-in ceremony was held outside Lingyun City, and the streets were crowded with people. It was simple but grand.

The three hundred Xuanyuan disciples were uniformed in red battle robes, armed with guns and sabers, and were neatly arranged into three hundred-man square formations. The military flags were flying like a fire, and their momentum was as strong as a mountain, and they also hid an extremely fierce and murderous aura. After nearly two days,

After months of rigorous training and several bandit exterminations, they all have a bit of iron-blooded flavor in their bodies, and they have a manly spirit that ignores the enemy and treats no one else but me, which is very impressive.

As the commander of an army, Jiang Haoyuan took the oath on behalf of all the soldiers. He wore a hood and neck protector on his head, a cape, shoulder protectors, chest armor and leg protectors on his upper body. He tied them front and back with two shoulder straps and put them on

On top of the shawl and shoulder pads, he wears stainless steel arm guards on his hands, a vermilion belt tied around his waist, and a war skirt to match. He wears black leather combat boots, and wears a sword with a red tassel and purple shark skin sheath at an angle. He is majestic and handsome from a distance.

From a distance, it looks like a god descending to earth.

In terms of appearance alone, few people in Xuanyuan Sect can compare with him.

Fu Jingtao was dragged along by Zhao Liu to watch the fun. This Princess of the Song Dynasty was extremely proud, and few of her fellow brothers and sisters could even take notice of her. She always liked to call her up for anything and would not allow him to refuse.

There were too many people watching the ceremony, and they could not hear clearly what Jiang Haoyuan said from a distance.

Fu Jingtao stood in the crowd and looked around. He saw Jiang Lie, Du Qindan and other Xuanyuan masters, Zeng Ke who was dressed as a woman and became more and more charming, Chu Xiang who looked complicated, and Xiong Jun.

, Luo Zhengyang and other young men who were promoted to the inner sect at the same time. It can be said that regardless of whether they are near or far, close or of high status, they are all here to help the Shenwu Camp. The Shenwu Camp carries the hope of the rise of Lingyun Peak and the return of the seven aristocratic families to the Central Plains.

The dream of the ancestral land cannot be lost.

Zhao Liu clicked his tongue and praised: "Senior Brother Jiang is a rare handsome man in the world when he puts on armor! If he leads an army into battle in the future, he will probably imitate King Lanling of the Northern Qi Dynasty and wear a mask to kill the enemy."

Fu Jingtao muttered: "In terms of handsomeness, my fourth child is better than him!"

Zhao Liu said leisurely: "Are you referring to Junior Brother Ye Huayu? The aloofness of a swordsman in him is too strong, and he is not as approachable as Senior Brother Jiang. Moreover, he loves swordsmanship and will never take the initiative to join the Song Army without wearing armor and going into battle.

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Fu Jingtao smiled and said: "Everyone has his own ambitions, and he can't do it through force."

Zhao Liu squinted at him and said, "What about your choice? Do you want to focus on martial arts practice, or do you want to help my second brother and conquer all the countries in the world?"

Fu Jingtao said slowly: "As long as your brother is determined to regain Yanyun, expel the barbarians, and protect China's nine states, I, Fu Jingtao, am willing to sacrifice my life and blood for this!"

In the historical process of his previous life, it was precisely because the Sixteen States of Yanyun fell into the hands of foreigners that the hinterland of the Central Plains lost its natural barrier. When the Jurchens rose, the cavalry drove straight in. The result was the fall of Tokyo, the destruction of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the prosperity of countless civilizations.

The scenery was destroyed in one fell swoop. If we want to avoid history repeating itself and avoid China's wailing of bloodshed, we must make an expedition to the north when the Song Dynasty was at its peak and take back this strategically important land.

Only by nipping the signs of danger in the cradle can one be safe.

Fu Jingtao has never forgotten Patriarch Chen Tuan’s sincere warning.

He was able to possess the reincarnation and be reborn. It was God's will. Perhaps it was for him to do something for this era and change something instead of letting the tragedy happen. Since he has taken over this body, he should shoulder his due responsibilities.

Only by facing up to one's own destiny and fulfilling one's responsibility can one live a new life in vain.

He didn't know whether Zhao Kuangyin in this world could eventually unify the world. But he knew that the more powerful the Song Dynasty was and the richer the Central Plains, the more likely it was that he would be able to defeat the nomadic cavalry on the grasslands outside the Great Wall and preserve the Chinese heritage.

Ever since he topped the Qingyun Ranking of the Great Song Dynasty, he had realized that people in this world must be closely entangled with the rise and fall of the Great Song Dynasty, and it would be difficult to tell them apart.

He must now be a thorn in the flesh of the monarchs of various countries. I don't know how many people want to cut off his head, so as to greatly humiliate Zhao Kuangyin and make the Song Dynasty lose face.

Zhao Liu couldn't help but feel elated when he heard his sincere words. He patted his shoulder and said, "I, Zhao Liu, did not misjudge the person! You and my second brother are like-minded, and both of them have never forgotten the Northern Expedition to Yanyun! When you enter the capital, I will take you with me."

You go see my second brother, I will keep you and you will be greatly appreciated."

Fu Jingtao said anxiously: "Is it appropriate for me to rashly go to see the emperor before I have accomplished anything?"

Zhao Liuli said confidently: "You saved my life. Isn't this credit enough?"

Suddenly, the shouts of landslides and tsunamis sounded in the military formation: "Show the power of our army and march forward to the death! Forward! Forward!!!" Before the shouts stopped, three hundred disciples either hit the shield with steel knives or struck with iron spears.

On the ground, the strong and rapid rhythm converged into a huge sound wave, deafening.

Everyone clasped their fists as a gift and sent each other off solemnly.

Jiang Haoyuan held up a tiger-striped military flag with wings on its back and flaming feet, jumped down on the horse, waved the flag, and Luck shouted: "The whole army listens to the order, break camp and march eastward!"

He squeezed the horse's belly with his legs and took the lead in running forward.

With the sound of gongs and drums, groups of soldiers resolutely turned around and set off, end to end, winding forward like a long dragon heading out to sea, over mountains and ridges. The galloping horses neighed, the wheels rolled, the cold light was like tide, the dust was flying, and the generous

The tragic atmosphere filled the world.

The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, the journey is long, and they never know when they will return. The swords and guns in their hands will become a nightmare for their enemies, and many of them will die in a foreign land and be buried in the battlefield.

I don't know who raised the head, and a majestic military song rose from the team: "How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, I repaired my sword and spear. I share the same enemy with you!"

How can I say that I have no clothes? I am in the same boat with you. When the king raised his army, he repaired my spear and halberd. I worked together with you!

How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raised his troops, he repaired my armor and soldiers. I will go with you!"

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