The city of Ghana, the eastern part of the Gyeonggi Province, was very prosperous because it guarded the provincial highways. However, as the war in Wangjing spread here, people fled in large numbers and merchants fled far away. The streets of the bustling city became empty. Apart from patrolling soldiers and wild dogs running around, there was a silence and a silence that seemed extremely depressed.

There were noisy people around the office in the center of the city. Although the soldiers guarding here were in a messy clothes and the weapons in their hands were all kinds of, these people were like swords unsheathed, with sharp eyes and faint murderous aura. They were veterans who had seen blood.

The 25th prince Long Tian was defeated in the battle for the imperial city and led a few followers to Ghana City. Unwilling to fail, he pulled up his troops again. In a short time, his commander once again gathered four or five thousand troops, but most of them were young and strong recruits from him, and his combat power was worrying.

"How many people have been recruited?" Long Tian rubbed his temples and asked slightly tiredly.

"Report to Your Highness, you have collected more than 5,000 young and strong people in the past few days, and the original number is 8,500." The clerk hurriedly opened the roster in his hand, hesitated for a moment before answering.

Long Tian was very dissatisfied when he heard the secretary's answer. Then he grabbed the water cup on the table and smashed it on the ground, roaring: "Food bucket! What's the use of raising you?"

Since Long Tian was beaten out of Wang Jing, his temperament has changed drastically, becoming moody and irritable. Several guards who had touched their eyebrows have been killed by his orders.

When the secretary saw Long Tian getting angry, his feet softened and hurriedly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed and begged: "Your Highness, your Highness, your Highness."

"Stop the anger! Stop the anger! You know that you told me to calm down, but nothing happened! What's the use of raising you?!"

"Tell me why a week has passed before so many people have been recruited?!" Long Tian stood on the table with his hands on the table and stared at the clerk roaring angrily.

"Your Highness, it's not that the minister neglects his duties, but that the eighteenth prince sent people to rob us and captured the young and strong. We have lost hundreds of soldiers in the past few days." The secretary's sweat beads as big as beans on his forehead fell down and he hurriedly explained.

"Okay! Lao Shiba, I actually came to bully me too!" Long Tianqi laughed anxiously, his fists squeaking.

Long Tian angrily ordered: "I'll try to gather in the army, but I want to see what Lao Shiba takes to fight me!"

No one dared to touch Long Tian's brow at this moment. After hearing Long Tian's order, the secretary hurried out to pass the order.

The low trumpet sound echoed over Ghana City. Soldiers everywhere in Ghana City hurriedly lined up with the commander and scolded him, and then gathered in a hurry.

Rather than saying that this is an army, it is a group of pieces of mobs, with officers of varying quality, soldiers in disarray and messy clothes, and even standing in a straight line.

Seeing the messy army, Long Tian couldn't help frowning, but now he couldn't care about so many things. Now his conditions are limited, so it would be great to be able to guarantee that a weapon for everyone.

"Soldiers!" Long Tian was covered in golden armor, which seemed particularly conspicuous among the crowd. As soon as he opened his mouth, the whole chaotic team suddenly became quiet.

"I now order you to attack Xihe Town in the north and destroy the eighteenth prince..." Long Tian said passionately, but his reaction was very few.

Seeing that the situation was a bit cold, the adjutant hurriedly stood up and shouted loudly: "Xihe Town has wine and meat, and the girls, it's all ours to beat it!"

"Long live! Long live!" The messy soldiers immediately cheered loudly when they heard the benefits.

It's cold now, and no one wants to fight desperately. These young and strong men who were temporarily arrested have no choice but to say the constraints of military discipline. The only thing that can make them take action is fine wine and women.

Long Tian originally wanted to lead them to destroy his eighteenth brother himself, but after being ignored by the soldiers for such a while, he suddenly lost his mind. He waved his hand and handed over the command to the adjutant, and he turned around and returned to the official office.

Under the command of the adjutant, thousands of soldiers drove out of Ghana City in chaos and rushed towards Xihe Town, north of Ghana City, where was the temporary occupied place of the Eighteenth Prince.

"Boss, these riots have left the city." In a snow-covered woods, one hundred soldiers in the first brigade of the Special Forces Battalion were hiding in it at this moment. Huya, who had been observing the movements of Ghana City, ran to Feng Qingyang to report.

Feng Qingyang was leaning against the dark tree trunk and resting. After hearing Huya's report, he slowly opened his eyes: "How many people have they left the city? Where have they gone?"

As the sharpest steel knife in Lin Chuan's hand, the Special Operations Battalion was the first to sneak into the Gyeonggi Province as an advance team. Lin Chuan gave them the task of doing things at a cheap price, with the purpose of exercising their practical combat capabilities.

"About five or six thousand people, heading north." Huya's eyes showed excitement: "Boss, should we go to Ghana City to do some votes?"

The other special soldiers looked eagerly at their squad leader Feng Qingyang. In the past few days, they have killed many enemies in the surrounding areas, climbing ice and snow, and now they also want to go into the city to warm and warm.

Feng Qingyang also wanted to go deep into the enemy's nest and do a big deal, but now that the special operations battalion has not been established for a while, these are all elites in the army. As the captain, he must consider their safety even more.

"I think we can give it a try. There are not many enemies in the city now, and we don't have the experience of urban combat. I think this is an opportunity to train troops." Sergeant Yang Sen spoke slowly.

"Our special operations camp is an elite force in the entire army. The general has high hopes for us. If we are timid, dare not go deep into the tiger's den, and do not dare to fight, wouldn't it be that our special operations camp's might be defeated?" Squadron leader Ling Feng also spoke.

The captain Feng Qingyang smiled and nodded thoughtfully. As the commander of the First Brigade of the Special Forces Battalion, he still led them to carry out tasks according to the previous thinking of leading ordinary troops. When he heard them say this, he suddenly felt that he should change his mind.

The Special Forces Battalion is an elite soldier in the entire army and will carry out dangerous and arduous tasks in the future. Injury and death are certainly inevitable. As the special forces captain, his mission is to train these soldiers into elites and aces among the elites.

Only when he becomes strong enough, any enemy will not pose a threat to them. At this moment, he also understood what Lin Chuan said before leaving: actual combat can enable soldiers to grow rapidly, and only soldiers baptized by blood and fire can be called real soldiers!
Chapter completed!