After Lin Chuan had a simple breakfast, he prepared to go to the Marshal's Mansion.

Although he had not been sleeping all night, Lin Chuan was in high spirits at this moment. After all, he had just completed the outline of the army. If he continued to follow his outline, Xing Tujun would definitely be reborn.

Thinking that Xing Tujun would become stronger and stronger through his own efforts, Lin Chuan couldn't help but feel excited.

Just like a young seedling, growing into a thriving tree under its own care, the feeling of success will make people fascinate.

Lin Chuan compiled what he saw and heard, as well as some things he knew in his previous life, and then wrote the outline of the army. Now, as long as Lin Nuoyan agrees, Lin Chuan will start to carry out a thorough transformation of Xing Tujun.

The iron hooves of the war horse made a crisp sound on the bluestone slabs on the street. Under the escort of Thunderstorm and others, they slowly headed towards the Grandmaster's Mansion in the center of the wooden city.

As the commander of the Xingtu Army, Lin Chuan was in a high position and powerful position. With such a team of veteran guards emitting murderous aura, the pedestrians naturally avoided in advance and did not dare to collide with Lin Chuan.

When there were two streets away from the Grand Marshal's Mansion, Lin Chuan and the others had just turned the corner when a team of gorgeously dressed cavalry rushed over quickly, and they were about to run into it.

"Herod's Lyric--" Lin Chuan hurriedly strangled the war horse. In a hurry, the war horse man stood up and kicked twice in a row to stabilize his body.

The team of people galloping on the street hurriedly stopped the war horses, but caught off guard. After all, they were not well-trained soldiers, and some people fell off the horse.

"Are you blind? How dare you hit my young master!" Lin Chuan and the others started cursing before they could speak.

Several people who looked like aggressive servants rolled up their sleeves and were about to come forward to argue, but when they took a few steps, they suddenly stopped.

Lin Chuan's subordinates were all veterans of the Hundred Wars. At this moment, he was fully armed, wearing black armor, leaving only two eyes outside. When he saw someone rushing, he thought it was an assassin. His sword had been pulled out and his body exuded a fierce murderous aura, which made the servants dare not move forward.

They also saw that this team of Xingtu soldiers was not easy to mess with. The cold murderous aura they emitted was enough to make their backs cold. If they acted rashly, they would be killed.

Lin Chuan frowned and turned to look at the thunderstorm: "When can horses be allowed to gallop on Mucheng Street?"

Thunderstorm spread his hands and said he didn't know either.

The person who fell opposite was a young man dressed in a scholar. He was graceful, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and his every move exuded a noble atmosphere.

However, the young man looked a little embarrassed at this moment. The crown on his head fell to the ground, and his clothes were covered with filth. He stood up with the help of several servants.

The young man was not as arrogant and rude as their servants, but instead came forward politely and apologized: "In Xiamu City, Zhao Feng had just bumped into Lord Lin, and asked Lord Lin to be a lot, so I'll forgive him."

The young man can see from his every move that he has received strict aristocratic training since he was a child. Although he apologized, he was calm and calm.

Zhao Feng and Lin Chuan carefully searched their memories, but did not remember that they had dealt with him.

"Do you know me?" Lin Chuan asked with a frown.

Zhao Feng saluted: "Mr. Lin is famous, and everyone knows Mucheng. I think no one in Mucheng can deserve so many brave warrior guards except Lord. "

Zhao Feng calmly praised Lin Chuan and the guards behind him. When the guards who were still angry just now saw the young man say this, they naturally felt relieved and restrained their murderous aura. The atmosphere in the air was no longer so tense.

Lin Chuan cursed in secretly for Zhao Feng's compliment, the cunning little fox, if Lin Nuoyan or Katun hears this, isn't this sow discord? I secretly became alert to Zhao Feng. This is not a good bird, so I must send someone to check it out.

Although he knew that Zhao Feng had bad intentions, Lin Chuan pretended not to understand: "I dare not take it, so I asked Mr. Zhao to ride a horse in the wooden city in the future to slow down his speed and hit pedestrians."

Zhao Feng bowed slightly: "What Lord Lin taught me is that Zhao Feng will pay attention in the future."

This was just a small episode. Zhao Feng politely made way, and Lin Chuan took the lead in leaving.

"Young Master, why should you be so polite to such a vulgar martial artist? You must know that even Lin Nuoyan is respectful to our Zhao family..." Seeing Lin Chuan and the others leave, some servants muttered dissatisfiedly.

Looking at Lin Chuan and the others' backs leaving, Zhao Feng's face, which had just smiled, suddenly sank, his eyes rolling, not knowing what to think.

Zhao Feng turned his head and said in a stern tone: "You will restrain me from now on. If you ruin the good things of the family, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The servants around knew that their son was not talking and agreed in unison.

Zhao Feng showed a playful smile on his face, "When my Zhao family rises, what are you Lin Chuan..."

"Let's go to the Grandmaster's Mansion." Zhao Feng shook his sleeves, turned over his horse, and headed towards the Grandmaster's Mansion.

Lin Chuan was already alert to Zhao Feng, who looked smiling but had a bad stomach.

Riding on the war horse, Lin Chuan ordered to Lei Shao: "Go down and check what Zhao Feng is from."

Lin Chuan has been fighting outside for a long time and does not know much about Mucheng. However, through contact with Zhao Feng today, he found that he still has many things. Lin Chuan already had the idea of ​​establishing an intelligence agency in his mind. After all, controlling the troubles of Mucheng is also for the sake of Xing Tujun.

The dynasty had an intelligence agency secret hall, and secretly spyed across 56 provinces across the country. There were also many Hanhai Empire in the east and mercenary empires in the south. Even if there were any disturbances tens of thousands of miles away, the emperor in the capital would clearly know that Xing Tujun still lacked in this regard.

Now Xing Tujun has just gained a foothold and has all kinds of things. Lin Chuan sighed. As a leader, it is not that easy.

"Lin Chuan, let's go together." On the way to the Grand Marshal's Mansion, Lin Chuan saw Xia Ge, and Xia Ge greeted him from afar.

The Mucheng Conference is not only a summary of the failures in the previous stage of the war, but also a plan for the next stage. The most important thing is to pass the military outline.

So even Xia Ge, who was far away in the Sanggan River, was summoned by Lin Nuoyan and returned.

"How is Sangganhe now?" Lin Chuan had not read the battle report for several days, and was in parallel with Xia Ge and asked with concern.

"The dynasty army now has no backbone. Although I jump every day, I haven't taken them seriously yet. We killed hundreds of dynasty soldiers a few days ago."

From Xia Ge's tone, Lin Chuan already knew that Sangganhe was worry-free, but he still reminded: "Don't take it lightly, the dynasty army hides dragons and creeps in the dynasty's army--"

Xia Ge laughed: "Brother, I know all this, I dare not be careless. If the dynasty army is released across the river, the general will not be able to spoil me, haha."
Chapter completed!