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

Chaoyang City Market, tofu pudding stall.

Before daybreak, a long queue had formed in front of the stall.

Whether it is a craftsman who gets up early to go to work or a farmer who goes to the fields to farm, none of them can refuse to drink a bowl of hot tofu pudding first, and feel their body warmed up from the inside out.

The old woman was still selling tofu pudding. Perhaps her business was good, as there were two young people busying around her. They must be her children.

Last year, Fengguo only planted soybeans, and every household had surplus soybeans that were not eaten. There were too many vendors selling tofu pudding in Chaoyang City, but her family's business was the most prosperous.

It’s not because of the taste, all tofu pudding tastes similar, but because of the calligraphy hanging behind the stall.

Some people also advised her that business was so good and everyone came here for the prince, so why not take advantage of the opportunity to raise the price and make a fortune?

Whenever someone asked this question, the old woman would just smile and shake her head without answering.

The price of the tofu pudding remained unchanged, but the amount of sauce added became more and more.

Although she has never been to school and cannot read, she has understood some truths after living for so many years.

His Highness bestowed upon me the calligraphy because I was a poor commoner.

But if the tofu pudding he sells is not even affordable for the poor people, how can he be worthy of this personal letter from His Highness?

After working for a long time, the sun gradually rose higher. The old woman felt a little hot and quickly turned around to wipe the sweat from her head, fearing that the sweat would fall into the wooden barrel filled with tofu pudding.

Just then, a sound of powerful footsteps was heard in the distance, attracting the diners to look over.

For more than half a month, soldiers have been passing through the market and leaving the city gate every day, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.

But today's soldiers were different. The Fengtian soldiers approaching from afar wore no armor or spears. Instead, each carried a long iron rod on his back, wore lighter leather armor, and had a bulging cloth bag tied around his waist.

The soldiers slowed down their pace after entering the market for fear of disturbing the people, and the officers stopped shouting slogans.

The Fengtian soldiers lined up in formation and walked through the street, which only startled the cat sleeping soundly on the roadside. The cat opened its mouth wide, stretched lazily, and stretched out its two cat paws.

The diners at the stalls did not have the fear that the people inside the pass had when they saw the government troops avoiding them. Instead, they talked about it with great interest.

"How strange! What kind of army is this? Why are they wearing leather armor? Hasn't our Fengtian Army been fully armored for a long time?"

"I don't know. They're so ignored, not even wearing armor. Perhaps they're auxiliary troops from some unit? At least 80,000 soldiers have left the city in the past two days. This battle has already seen the full force of our army."

"Hurry? I don't like what you're saying. What's wrong with auxiliary soldiers? Auxiliary soldiers are also soldiers of our Feng country. Are they divided into high and low ranks when serving His Highness loyally?"

"I never meant that..."

The people talked endlessly, with pride in their eyes.

His Highness once said that the Fengtian Army was not his private army, but an army composed of the children raised by the people of Fengtian State, and naturally it was the people's army.

There were no military fans in this era, and the people knew very little about their country's military. They only knew that these soldiers were good men serving the country, but they did not know their specific branches of the army.

Some people couldn't help but ask out loud, "May I ask which general you are serving under?"

The soldiers had to follow the rules and could not turn back. However, an officer with a somewhat literary demeanor stopped and smiled, bowing to the person who asked the question.

"My fellow villager, please stop calling me 'General'. His Highness has already said that we are part of the people's army."

The man touched his head and said, "I'm used to it."

"Just so everyone knows, we are from the Divine Machine Battalion, now reorganized into the Divine Machine Brigade, commanded personally by His Highness."

The Shenji and Dongfeng 2nd Brigades were Li Che's real trump cards, and they were extremely dependent on gunpowder, so they waited until the amount of gunpowder delivered to the front line was almost enough before setting off.

The two armies are sending out their full forces today, which is equivalent to putting all their fighting power into play.

"It's the prince's personal army?!" the man said in surprise.

The officer smiled and replied, "We are all working for the country, there is no distinction between close and distant relatives."

"Anyway, he's a good man who can kill barbarians!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there were cheers all around.

Another citizen asked worriedly, "Since these are His Highness's personal troops, will His Highness go out to fight personally?"

The officer nodded slightly: "Yes, His Highness is right behind."

After hearing what he said, the people were no longer in a hurry to leave. Those who were working stopped going to work, and those who were farming stopped going to the fields. They all stopped on both sides of the road.

The common people did not have the ability to fight in the battlefield, but they were willing to line the road to see them off. Even if they could not help in any way, it would be a good thing to boost the morale of these princes and soldiers.

Sure enough, not long after, Li Che's royal flag came from the end of the road.

But the young prince was seen wearing black armor, holding a silver spear, riding a majestic horse, accompanied by two tigers, and with a hawk circling above his head.

Behind him were several military generals, all of whom were majestic and powerful, and they were guarded by hundreds of personal guards.

The people shouted "Long live the king!" and their cries were like the spring news in Qiantang River, each wave higher than the last.

Huo Duanxiao, Ying Bu, Hu Qiang and other generals were already used to it, but Li Lin and Xue Zhen were seeing this kind of scene for the first time and they couldn't help but feel awe.

The words "people's hearts" always appear in books, scriptures, and the mouths of officials in the court.

But no one has been able to see with their own eyes what the people's will is.

But at this moment, the two of them saw the true public sentiment on the streets of Chaoyang City!

Li Lin rode alongside Li Che and said with emotion, "With the people protecting you so well, no wonder you dare to wander the streets with just a few guards."

"Not to mention assassins, even death warriors wouldn't dare to attack here. The people would tear them to pieces without the guards having to take action."

Li Che extended his hand to greet the people while replying to Li Lin beside him, "It is precisely because of the people's treatment that I dare not slack off even a little bit. The people's love and admiration is certainly comforting, but isn't it also a spur?"

Li Lin was slightly stunned, as if thinking about something.

At the same time, Yelu Daha was leading his army away from a tribe.

Thick smoke rose from the felt tent behind him, and the cries of women and children could be heard faintly.

The able-bodied men of the tribe were escorted out of the camp by Khitan soldiers and joined Yelu Daha's army in silence.

Yelu Daha's gray hair was covered by his helmet. Although his wrinkled face was expressionless, one could still see a hint of deep fatigue.

An armored general walked up to Yelu Dahe, bowed and touched his chest, and said, "Great Khan."

"Hal Khan." Yelu Dahe loosened the straps on his helmet and finally felt he could breathe easier. "Now that the troops have almost gathered, it's time to start the battle with the Fengtian Army."

"You've fought against the King of Daqing. I'd like to ask you, do you have anything to say?"

Hallehan felt bitter in his heart.

How could there be any fight between me and King Feng?

In that battle, he had completely manipulated me into submission and even wiped out all of Zuo Pi Shi's troops.

If he had to say something, he would just say...

The best way to deal with the King of Daqing is not to fight with him!