"Let's go," Lin Chuan lifted the reins of the horse, ignored the southern cavalry on both sides and rode his horse towards Torre Town. Li Qiye and Lei Shao looked at each other and guarded him.

Although Lin Chuan was so brave that he did not take the Southern Army's troops seriously, Li Qiye and Lei Shao, who were guarding, were tight and kept their vigilance at any time.

As Lin Chuan's confidant generals, they were loyal to Lin Chuan, so they made up their minds to protect Lin Chuan's safety before leaving.

Lin Chuan entered Torre Town with a sloppy and did not take the Southern Army's power in his eyes. This made the generals of the Southern Army feel extremely frustrated. The feeling of being inferior to others made them feel very unhappy, but they were helpless.

Lin Chuan rode his horse slowly under the escort of Li Qiye and Thunderstorm, and the horse's hooves stepped on the stone slabs on the street made a crisp sound.

After entering Torre Town, Lin Chuan felt a tense atmosphere in the air and frowned.

There were three steps and one post on both sides of the street, and five steps and one outpost was filled with fully armed Southern Army soldiers. They had serious faces, shiny armor and excellent weapons.

Although the soldiers of the Southern Army tried hard to straighten their waists and wanted to make themselves look more majestic, in the eyes of Lin Chuan, these soldiers of the Southern Army were even worse than those of the soldiers in their new recruit training camps.

The Nanchuan Army has established an effective military system. Every recruited recruit will enter the recruit training camp for systematic training. In the early stage, some teams cooperate with formation drills and the use of weapons, and in the later stage, they will conduct practical training such as maintaining public order or suppressing bandits under the leadership of military instructors.

Therefore, every recruit from the Nanchuan Army under Lin Chuan who came out of the recruit training camp is a tough person, and all the soldiers who have seen blood.

On the other hand, although the soldiers of the Southern Army were well-equipped, they had to lack the energy that soldiers should have and the killing aura of fighting on the battlefield. They were like flowers in a greenhouse, suddenly exposed to the sun, and they could see their weaknesses at first glance.

"Master Marshal, the cavalry under Lin Chuan suppressed our cavalry's momentum. Look at the one behind..."

The disarmament that happened at the gate of Torre Town did not achieve the ideal effect, and the officer quickly reported the situation to the Southern Army Marshal Qin Lan.

Qin Lan smiled self-deprecatingly after hearing this. She originally wanted to give Lin Chuan a warning and show the military power of the Southern Army, but she did not expect that she would backfire instead.

As the marshal who guarded the side, Qin Lan ordered the officer after he figured it out: "Removing the axe guard at the gate. Since the other party is better than us, if he continues to give him a warning, he will be asking for humiliation."

"No." The officer quickly left and withdrew the guards originally arranged outside the Torre Town Office.

Lin Chuan took Li Qiye and Thunderstorm slowly along the street, and looked at the various parts of Torre Town like a traveler coming to see the scenery.

Lin Chuan observed customs and folk customs, and could judge just from the living standards of the people in the southern military-controlled areas.

Li Qiye and Lei Shao looked around and looked around to see if there was an ambush and how to retreat if there was a conflict.

After walking along the street for more than ten minutes, Lin Chuan arrived at the office of Torre Town under the guidance of the soldiers of the Southern Army.

At this moment, the Southern Army Marshal Qin Lan also stood under the steps and waited with more than 20 generals of the Southern Army.

Seeing the generals of the Southern Army going out to greet each other, Lin Chuan naturally could not lose his etiquette. After all, he came on behalf of Wang Jing, so he also turned over and dismounted and walked towards the door of the official office with Leistorm and Li Qiye.

Lin Chuan walked forward, his bright eyes began to observe the southern army general standing not far away.

The generals of the Southern Army were not wearing standard armor from the Far Eastern Dynasty, but colorful private custom armor. Many of them were inlaid with gems or gold and silver, which looked golden and silver.

Lin Chuan sighed inwardly, no wonder the Southern Army was low in combat power and was always looked down upon in the battle sequence of the entire Far Eastern dynasty. Some reasons can be guessed just from the service of these generals.

Although the generals of the Southern Army were all fat and big-eared and wearing flashy armor, it made people laugh, but one of them still surprised Lin Chuan and couldn't help but look at it sideways.

This was the first time Lin Chuan met Qin Lan, the marshal of the Southern Army. The only female marshal in the Far Eastern Dynasty. Qin Lan was wearing a straight senior officer's red uniform, with her hair tied behind her head, and her red hairband naturally drooped. She was tall and paired with a sword at her waist. She looked heroic and heroic. Between the generals with a greasy head and pink face, she was like a green lotus that was untainted from mud, Tingting was independent.

"You are really a man," even a man with a high vision like Lin Chuan couldn't help but exclaim.

Just as Lin Chuan was carefully observing and looking at the southern army generals, Qin Lan's willow eyebrows were also carefully observing Lin Chuan.

She had learned more than ten minutes ago that the person who met with her this time was Lin Chuan, the chief of the Supervision Department, who was called a butcher by the nobles and had three heads and six arms.

Although Qin Lan knew that these rumors were not credible, due to the influence of the rumors, she would inevitably think about Lin Chuan in a bad way. Although she was not a monster with three heads and six arms, she must be a murderer.

In Qin Lan's mind, the murderous demons are mostly ugly, either rude and strong, or slutty old man, but when she first saw Lin Chuan, she still didn't believe her eyes.

It was not until Qin Lan looked carefully at the badge of the senior general who was not on Lin Chuan's neckline that Qin Lan recovered from the shock. She did not expect that the vicious butcher in the rumors was such a pretty young officer.

Although Lin Chuan is now in power, his actual age is only twenty years old, which has subverted the perception of many people. At the same time, although he is not handsome, his face is also angular. Years of fighting make him look more mature, and his whole body reveals a unique perseverance and murderous aura of soldiers, which makes Qin Lan feel good about the young inspector general.

"The Marshal of the Southern Army, Qin Lan, led the generals of the Southern Army to welcome General Lin." Qin Lan's voice was crisp and pleasant, making people feel refreshed.

Lin Chuan didn't expect that Qin Lan was not only beautiful, but also her voice was so pleasant.

"Master Qin, you generals don't have to be too polite." Lin Chuan was neither humble nor arrogant. He was neither arrogant because he came from Wang Jing nor was he cowardly and afraid because he was in the territory of the Southern Army. He raised his hand gently, which was considered a gift.

Seeing that although Lin Chuan was not old, his every move was extremely grand. This was the pressure developed by staying in a high position all year round. The southern army generals who originally looked down on Lin Chuan immediately restrained their minds and dared not underestimate Lin Chuan anymore.
Chapter completed!