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

The city gate.

The two armies lined up across the avenue. Although there was complete silence, sparks seemed to fly in the air.

The people entering and leaving the city gate felt a piercing cold and their scalps numbed, and they could not help but quicken their pace to leave this dangerous place.

The men in black armor and red robes were the Fengtian Army. The leader, Gao Gong, looked at the opposing army with displeasure and snorted coldly.

The army on the other side was also well-organized, all wearing black robes and black armor, covering their entire bodies tightly.

The soldiers were all tall and strong, carrying bows and swords on their backs, and looked very imposing.

In the competition of momentum with the Fengtian Army, they were not at a disadvantage, and there was even a tendency for them to compete on equal terms.

Daqing Black Armor Army!

Emperor Qing did not go to extremes. Although three thousand soldiers were few, it would be different if they were the Black Armor Army.

The Xuanjia Army is the elite among the elite, and every soldier is carefully selected. Therefore, whether it is personal physical fitness or horses, weapons and equipment, they are all first-class in Daqing.

Three thousand Black Armored Soldiers can easily defeat three times their number of enemies, and even if they encounter five times their number of enemies, they can still have a slight upper hand, and they can also win a bloody battle against seven times their number of enemies.

Of course, this refers to the Xuanjia Army when the country was just founded.

Now that ten years have passed, no one knows what the quality of the current Xuanjia Army is.

"Here it comes." The political commissar beside him whispered.

Gao Gong retracted his provocative gaze and looked towards the end of the road.

Sure enough, a large banner with the word "Feng" written on it slowly came towards the city gate under the escort of the royal guards.

Wherever he passed by, the people cheered and shouted "Long live the king!"

Li Che smiled and bowed to those around him in response, without any airs of a prince.

When they reached the city gate, the Fengtian Army, led by Gao Gong, all beat their chests in salute.

A uniform voice sounded.

"See Your Highness!"

Li Che smiled and raised his hand to say, "No need to be polite."

brush--

More than two thousand people put down their arms at the same time, and the synchronized sound seemed to come from one person.

Li Che turned his head and looked at the queue on the other side.

The leading general hesitated for a moment, but still dismounted and bowed, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Three thousand black armored soldiers shouted at the same time: "We pay our respects to the King!"

Although the sound was not as synchronized as that of the Fengtian Army, it was still quite uniform.

Li Che looked at the leading general, then glanced at the deputy general beside him, his pupils shrank slightly.

But he quickly smoothed over his emotional fluctuations, then asked with a smile: "What's your name?"

"I am General Duan Shao." The general replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Li Che nodded slightly and said nothing more.

This person is not well-known, but Li Che knows that he is Emperor Qing's trusted general and was once responsible for the guard work beside Emperor Qing.

His position in Emperor Qing's heart is like that of Qiu Bai and Hu Qiang in his own heart.

Li Che made a decision quickly that this person could not be won over.

He turned his head and looked at the deputy general beside him: "What about you? What's your name?"

The deputy general bowed and said, "I, General Xue Wei, once saw Your Highness's heroic figure outside the Sifang Pavilion."

That’s right, Xue Wei, the commander of the city guard, was also sent here by Emperor Qing.

Li Che snorted coldly, seeming to be extremely dissatisfied with Xue Wei: "Xue family, humph!"

Xue Wei was slightly stunned, not knowing how he had offended King Feng.

But he remembered the rumors from the Ministry of War that Prince Feng and his cousin had always been at odds, and his cousin had repeatedly submitted petitions accusing Prince Feng of being tyrannical and unreasonable.

Prince Feng was not a man who would settle things peacefully, so he naturally took the blame for this injustice on himself.

Thinking of this, Xue Wei felt bitter.

What does this have to do with me?

Although Xue Wei and Xue Zhen were both from the Xue family, Xue Zhen was the legitimate son of the main wife and the eldest son of Xue Xianjue, the Duke of Zhenguo.

Xue Wei is the son of Xue Xianjue's second brother. He has no title and there is a big gap between him and Xue Zhen.

But Xue Wei also knew that he was a member of the Xue family after all, and had benefited from the Xue family, so it was reasonable for King Feng to hold a grudge against him.

How can it be possible for people to share happiness but not hardships?

Li Che withdrew his gaze and thought to himself.

Xue Wei can be won over. Based on his relationship with Xue Zhen, they are actually all in the same boat.

On the contrary, Duan Shao is a die-hard loyalist of Emperor Qing, so we should be more careful.

The Black Armor Army is not just a friendly force. They can strike hard at the rebels and also draw their swords on themselves.

If Li Che and Li Lin showed any sign of rebellion, Duan Shao would immediately turn against them without hesitation.

Li Che rode up to the city gate and asked, "Has the King of Yan not arrived yet?"

Gao Gong stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Highness, the Prince of Yan arrived early and has already left the city. He said he was waiting for you outside the city."

Li Che was helpless, as his fourth brother was still too impatient.

"Qiu Bai, are all our people here?"

As soon as Li Che said this, he was stunned. Then he remembered that Qiu Bai was no longer around.

Ying Bu, who replaced Qiu Bai, stepped forward and said with a bow, "Your Highness, there are still a few people who have not arrived."

Li Che nodded: "Go and urge them."

This time when leaving Beijing, not only the Fengtian Army and the Xuanjia Army went with them, but also the talents that Li Che had collected from the Tianlao.

Especially the group of pirates, there were quite a lot of them, about three hundred people.

After another stick of incense, everyone finally arrived.

Li Che climbed onto his horse and finally looked back at the Imperial City behind him, his face expressionless.

"set off!"

. . . . . .

Yandi.

Torches crackled in the rebel camp, and the strong smell of kerosene mixed with the stench of sweat and blood made people almost nauseous.

In the center of the tent, a dozen burly men were sitting around a rough wooden table. They all had gloomy faces and swords on their waists. It was obvious at a glance that they were tough guys who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

Among them, an old man with white hair and beard stood out from the crowd. Although he was thin, he had an aura of majesty without even being angry.

The old man was dressed in a green robe, clean and tidy, in stark contrast to the rough men around him.

A man said coldly, "If we can't take Shanhaiguan, we will die here if we don't go south!"

Another person spoke up, "The soldiers are already confused. If no explanation is given, there will probably be chaos."

"Mr. Tong, could you please give me some advice? What should we do next?"

Everyone looked at the old man.

This person was none other than Mr. Tong, the close aide to Li Lin, who was both his teacher and friend, and who wrote a letter to inform him of the rebellion in Yan!