We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

It turns out that the law of true fragrance applies in any era.

The Goryeo captives who came to sign up to be laborers came in groups and surrounded the guards in charge of registration.

In the end, there were not enough guards, so they had to ask Li Che to transfer some minor clerks to be responsible for registration.

The people from the Barbarian Camp stood in groups of three or five in the distance, looking at them jokingly and making sarcastic remarks from time to time.

Compared with the vast majority of Goryeo people who were still at the ninth level of civilian nobility, these Mohe people had already landed and naturally had a sense of superiority.

We are also from Daqing, Fengguo. Unlike you Koreans, we don't have to fight hard to become laborers.

I have completely forgotten that just a few months ago, I still regarded the people of Daqing as sheep to be manipulated at will.

Before noon, 10,000 civilian laborers had been recruited to accompany the army.

Li Che had their names registered and included in the logistics sequence.

At this point, the last task before the expedition was completed.

. . . . . .

Three days later, in the early morning, Li Che, with Huai En's help, put on a set of goose feather chain mail.

Come to think of it, this set of armor was given to me by the prince.

At first, I was afraid that the prince would use some underhanded trick to poison the armor, so I never dared to wear it.

Later, this set of armor was processed by several old blacksmiths in Chaoyang City. It was confirmed that there was no sign of poison, and it was reinforced again.

This was the first time that Li Che put on this set of armor.

It was made of hundreds of black iron plates fastened together ingeniously, and each piece of armor was engraved with lifelike dragon patterns, which seemed to tremble slightly with his breathing.

Huai En brought another blood-red cloak and put it on Li Che.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Li Che raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his confidence and majesty were self-evident. His thick black hair was tied up high behind his head, complementing the chain mail and blood-red cloak.

Huai En beside him suddenly had red eyes and started shedding little pearls.

"What are you crying for? I'm going to the war, not dying. Why are you crying for me?" Li Che frowned and cursed.

"Your Highness, please calm down. I am just saddened by the thought of not being able to follow you to the battlefield."

"What are you going to the battlefield for? You have weak arms and legs, you can't even beat a Khitan woman!" Li Che's tone slowed down a little, "Just stay in the palace and help me take care of the affairs of the palace."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Put on your helmet and let's go." Li Che threw his cloak and walked out the door.

When passing by the backyard, I suddenly heard a tiger roar behind me.

A huge figure in black and orange flashed to Li Che's side and rubbed the back of his hand with its exaggerated big head.

Wynn beside him swallowed nervously, his legs trembling slightly.

Li Che's face softened: "Dasong, what's wrong?"

"Awoo~" The tiger squatted on the ground, looking straight at Li Che.

"Don't make a fuss. I'll play with you when I come back."

Li Che stroked the tiger's head, took a few steps forward, and suddenly his whole body sank backward.

Looking back, he suddenly felt helpless. It turned out that Dasong was holding down his cloak with his tiger claws and looking at him with his big head tilted.

"What on earth are you going to do, man?"

Huai En said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness...it seems to be going with you."

"Oh?" Li Che looked down at Da Song, "Is that so?"

Da Song didn't say anything, but just flicked his tail with the iron whip.

Of course, it can't talk...

Li Che thought about it. This big beast was quite human-like. It had never attacked anyone in the past few months and was very close to him.

It's not a bad idea to take it with you. This guy is very powerful and intimidating.

It doesn't need to eat military rations on weekdays. When it's hungry, just let it hunt on its own.

"Okay, then you can follow me."

"Ouch!"

Dasong stood up with a bang and let go of Li Che's cloak.

Li Che shook his head helplessly and smiled, then suddenly stared at the small orange and black figure beside him: "You can't do it, you are still Xiaohu, Xiaohu can't go to the battlefield!"

Xiaosong cried out in grievance, expressing his strong protest.

But it was quickly suppressed by a slap from its own mother.

Li Che whistled, and a pure white light whizzed out from the mansion and landed on his shoulder.

Carrying a Saker Falcon on his shoulder and a Siberian tiger at his side, Li Che walked out of the palace and headed out of the city under the protection of the personal guard camp.

People gathered in the streets early in the morning and took out the food they had saved during this period from their homes, eggs, steamed buns, bacon, pies...

The people of Chaoyang City had only enjoyed a few days of good life. In fact, everyone was not rich and did not have much food stored at home, but they still took out the delicious food that they were reluctant to eat.

The people carried steaming hot food and kept walking among the soldiers in formation, stuffing it into the soldiers' hands one by one.

"Don't be polite to me, Auntie. Eat to your heart's content!"

"Eat! Kill a few more Khitan barbarians after you're full!"

"Take it. Eating more meat will give you the strength to fight the enemy!"

Faced with the people's simple enthusiasm, many soldiers seemed a little at a loss, not knowing whether to accept it or refuse it.

Shi Yong and other political commissars took turns to persuade him: "Fellow villagers, this won't work. We have military regulations and we won't take a single needle or thread from the people."

"We appreciate your kindness. Please take the food back and feed it to your children at home."

"Everyone, pay attention! Speed ​​up! Don't take anything from your fellow villagers!"

Li Che was dressed in military uniform and riding on a warhorse. On his left was Huo Duanxiao wearing light armor, and on his right was Hu Qiang, who was as strong as an iron tower.

Da Song followed Li Che like a general inspecting the army, shaking his beautiful tiger hair from time to time.

Smiling as he watched the scene of soldiers and civilians pushing and shoving each other in front of him, Li Che suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

That's right, this is the close relationship between the military and the people in the Flower Planting Country that I am familiar with.

"Is this your Highness's philosophy of a 'people-oriented' military?" Huo Duanxiao was deeply shocked. "To think that the military and civilians could love each other to this extent? I've read history books, but I've never heard of such a thing."

"If the entire Daqing army could achieve this, wouldn't it be invincible?"

Li Che smiled and replied, "Such a scene can only be seen in the Fengtian Army. No other army can replicate it."

"Why?"

"Because the Fengtian Army came from the people, they were part of the people, the people's soldiers, so naturally they loved and lived in harmony with each other."

Many soldiers in the Fengtian Army were former residents of Chaoyang City, and some of the people who came to see them off might be their relatives.

If it were not for this, relying solely on the political commissar to spread the idea of ​​loving the people would not be enough to achieve the level of "the army loves the people, and the people support the army."

"Qiu Bai, pass the order down. Make an exception today and accept the gift. Don't let the people down."

"Yes." Qiu Bai bowed.

After Li Che's order was passed down, the political commissars of each camp no longer stopped them, and the people rushed forward and stuffed food into the soldiers' arms.

Walking outside the city, a temporary reviewing platform stood at the edge of the field.

Li Che retracted his smile and stepped onto the platform with a solemn expression, surrounded by his generals.

Below the high platform, 28,000 Fengtian Army soldiers were lined up in battle formation, forming a dark mass that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The young prince stood in the morning light, the sunlight shining through the clouds onto his body, as if coating him with a layer of golden light.

The black scales, like dragon scales, sparkle with a cold and mysterious light in the sunlight.

In the gentle breeze, the red cloak danced in the air like a burning flame, forming a sharp contrast with the black chain mail.

The edge of the cloak was embroidered with gold thread, which appeared and disappeared as he moved, like a golden dragon leaping in the flames.

Li Che looked around and shouted, "Soldiers, is the food served by the people delicious?!"

"It smells good!" The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices drifting in all directions.

"That's right, it smells good. That's the food our people in Fengguo saved from their own rations. They would rather starve themselves than let you go hungry before going to the battlefield."

"Can we, the soldiers of the Fengtian Army, eat the people's food for free?" Li Che's eyes were sharp.

"Can't! Can't! Can't!"

Li Che drew his sword and shouted, "The people's friendship is beyond our ability to repay. We must fight bravely to repay the kindness of our people!"

"You all should fight to the death and kill as many Khitan barbarians as possible, so that they will know the sharpness of the swords in the hands of our Fengtian Army!"

"The Feng Army, listen to the order, march out and fight the Northern Expedition!"