Lin Hao shook his head helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Why don't you come and see His Royal Highness?"
After hearing this, the soldiers of Shanshan Camp came to their senses. They all pulled out their swords from their waists, raised them over their shoulders, and shouted in unison.
"Beiliang Army, Shanshan Camp, have met His Highness the Crown Prince!"
"His Royal Highness, may you be blessed!"
"His Royal Highness Prince Liang, you are so mighty!"
"Beiliang, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!"
"Bang~bang~bang~bang~" was the sound of the sword and shield hitting each other, and a uniform horn sounded.
Instantly attracting everyone's attention.
In the Eight Kings camp, all the soldiers' eyes were fixed, and many of them even shed a little cold sweat.
This is because there is an invisible murderous aura, or a kind of military momentum, centered on Beiliang Camp and slowly spreading to the surrounding areas.
Anyone who is exposed to this momentum will feel an inexplicable fear in their hearts.
This kind of fear is not the fear of defeat, nor the panic when facing death, nor the cowardice when facing the strong. Instead, it is more like the law of the jungle, when the inferior meets the superior, the feeling that arises from the bones. Kind of bloodline suppression.
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Amidst the thundering roar, Lin Xi smiled calmly, passed the crowd step by step, and went straight to the Chinese army's tent.
Lin Hao nodded slightly when he saw this, looked back at Xia Xixia, who looked dull, and said softly: "Your Highness, please."
After hearing this, the two little girls, one big and one small, who were a little stunned, finally came to their senses and followed him with embarrassed expressions.
Lin Hao smiled and shook his head, seeming a little helpless.
The main account of the Chinese army.
Lin Xigao took the main seat.
Lin Hao walked in slowly with Xia Xixia, clasped his hands and said, "Your Highness, before the general entered the imperial capital, the prince gave an order. During this military exercise, we, the generals, will fully obey your orders."
After saying that, Lin Hao raised his head and smiled. "Next, I would like to ask His Highness the Crown Prince to clarify how we should arrange the Shanshan camp."
When Lin Xi heard this, she didn't rush to reply. Instead, she turned to look at Xia Xixia and asked doubtfully, "Why did you bring this little girl?"
"Where's my grandpa?"
Xia Xixia was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head with a red face, looking embarrassed.
Seeing this, the little girl pouted her little mouth and said in a sweet voice: "Duoduo just saw grandpa go there, and he was taken away by an old man with a white beard! The little mute and the farmer uncle were also taken away. "
After hearing this, Lin Xi raised her eyebrows and looked at the military camp behind her. She forgot that the old man was also a veteran of the Beiliang Army. He must have met an acquaintance.
Thinking of this, Lin Xi looked down at the little girl with a blushing face, and asked with a smile: "You little girl, you are not afraid of being betrayed by this bitch, why did you follow her?"
After hearing this, the little girl puffed her mouth angrily, raised her head and looked at Xia Xixia, stuck out her tongue and said, "Big sister is not a bad person. It was big sister who saved Duoduo and Grandpa. Big sister is a good person!"
Lin Xi was stunned when he heard this.
Good fellow, wasn’t it my prince who saved your grandfather and grandson? How could this become her credit?
Lin Xi's lips twitched and she simply ignored the little girl.
He looked at the generals of Shanshan Camp on the side, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't even look at them. I have never fought in a war, what can I give you?"
"That's how you originally arranged the fight."
After saying that, Lin Xi put away her carefree look, narrowed her eyes and said, "I have only one request. The first place must be me, Beiliang!"
The corners of Lin Hao's mouth raised slightly, and he clasped his fists with his hands and said, "No!"
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the other side.
As the kings arrived one after another, Emperor Tianqi also arrived late in his chariot.
On the nine thousand-mile horses that were in no way inferior to the war horses of Northern Liang, Tianqi and the Queen were dressed in court clothes and sat on the dragon chair and phoenix chair respectively on the frame made of pure gold.
The carriage slowly drove under the high platform in the camp, and all the civil and military officials shouted in unison.
"Long live your Majesty, long live, long live your Majesty!"
"The Queen is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."
Tianqi smiled and raised his hand.
"My dear friends, please be free."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
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Lean less.
The royal family's heaven-sacrifice ceremony was completed, and Tianqi personally ignited the fuel in the Nine-Ear Cauldron.
With a sound of "Hu~~~", sparks flew everywhere.
Long live your majesty, long live, long live your majesty.
The people around him also knelt down and shouted, God bless Daxia, long live the Holy One.
Emperor Tianqi slowly turned around, looked at the kings below with emotion, and said softly: "The ceremony begins."
"Woooooooo~~~~" came the horn.
Groups of soldiers in armor poured into the square and formed phalanxes with great momentum.
The one at the front wearing golden armor and a feather on his head was the Forbidden Army formation.
The red, orange, red, green, blue, purple and white colors on both sides are the soldiers of the Eight Kings.
As for the most dazzling black and gold color, it is the Shanshanying phalanx.
Ten huge phalanxes, exactly 100,000 troops.
After these 100,000 people, are the elites of the remaining families.
However, although they are said to be elite, most of them look messy, and only a few of them are pretty good.
Emperor Tianqi looked at the arrogant Forbidden Army, and his eyelids couldn't help trembling slightly.
aside.
Liang Hongyi, the commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army with gray hair on his temples, although he was only around fifty years old and a dignified eighth-level master, he already had white hair.
Especially after the disastrous defeat of the Forbidden Army, he was living these days in a state of fear and anxiety.
But Tianqi had never issued an edict, and he had not been punished in any way.
Liang Hongyi glanced down thoughtfully and smiled bitterly in his heart.
So it turns out that your Majesty wants to wait for the big competition before replacing me in a legitimate manner.
Thinking of this, Liang Hongyi, who was still in his prime, felt inexplicably unwilling.
The combat effectiveness of the Forbidden Army is weak, mostly because of the sons of those aristocratic families.
He, Liang Hongyi, also wanted to rectify the Forbidden Army, but how?
Does he have to offend so many aristocratic families?
Furthermore, is this kind of resistance something he, a mere first- and second-grade general, can achieve?
Liang Hongyi sighed slightly and closed his eyes.
He simply stopped struggling and planned to resign his official post after the competition and go home to retire.
At this moment, Emperor Tianqi's voice sounded.
"I announce that in accordance with my Daxia tradition, the competition between the three armies will begin."
"Woooooooo~" Another horn sounded.
Everyone turned to look aside. The martial arts field at this moment was divided into seven or eight war zones.
According to previous rules, the competition is divided into three stages.
The first is the confrontation between the two armies and their formation.
The second is to attack the city, defend on one side and attack on the other.
The third stage is the field battle, also known as the melee.
In a field battle, this hundred-mile radius will be a battlefield, and there are no rules except that you cannot use real swords or guns and deliberately kill.
Each side will have a general flag, which can accompany the army or stand in its own military camp.
Whichever side is killed and captures the flag will be defeated.
If the entire army is defeated, it is considered a defeat.
