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

Hearing Li Che's words, Yang Zhongsi was stunned at first, then looked into the tent.

The main tent was not very big, but it was packed with people. There were more than a dozen generals above the regimental level, which could be described as being filled with famous generals.

Compared with the last time he left, Prince Feng obviously had more powerful generals under his command, and he was no longer the impoverished prince with few soldiers and generals.

Yang Zhongsi's expression was complicated. "The Fengtian Army is already invincible and will win every battle. Does Your Highness still need my help now?"

When Li Che heard what Yang Zhongsi said, he knew that the old man was starting to act awkward again.

He exchanged a glance with Yang Xuan below, then smiled and said, "Uncle Yang, you don't know that although there are many brave generals in the Fengtian Army now, it is still far from enough."

"Feng State is located in an area close to the sea in the east, and across the sea is Wa State. To the north are the Shiwei and other barbarians. Although the Khitan were destroyed in the west, they are still bordered by the Northern Hu. Even to the south..."

Li Che paused, but didn't say anything else.

"In short, the Fengtian Army is in urgent need of a commander who can garrison a region to ensure the safety of the border and the well-being of the people. Uncle Yang's prestige and strategy are both top-notch in the world. How could he abandon me?"

Although Li Che had many generals under his command, most of them were brave warriors who charged into battle, and commanding 10,000 people was already his limit.

In fact, the command ability of most generals has a limit. When they lead thousands of people, they can personally charge at the front. They can use their own arms and fingers and command troops like a god.

However, when the number increased to tens of thousands, they began to struggle and even suffered repeated defeats.

If he had led an army of 700,000, he would probably have done nothing and his entire camp would have been burned down.

Only a few military generals have the ability to command an army of 100,000, and only the geniuses among geniuses have the ability to command an army of one million. Yang Zhongsi is obviously such a general.

Hearing Li Che's earnest words, Yang Zhongsi's eyes became more hesitant.

"I am old... I am old. The Fengtian Army now uses firearms. I know nothing about them. I am afraid I cannot handle this important task."

The scene of Li Che's personal guards firing a volley of pistols at night deeply shocked Yang Zhongsi, and even made him waver in the military tactics he had learned throughout his life.

The power of firearms is too terrifying. The continuous shooting of only three hundred people has the power of a rain of arrows from thousands of troops. How could he not be proficient in it?

Li Che smiled upon hearing this and said, "I've heard that in ancient times, Lian Po became a general and prime minister at the age of sixty, and Jiang Shang met King Wen at the age of seventy and returned to Zhou in his old age. Uncle Yang is now in his sixties, so it's still time for him to strive for success."

Yang Zhongsi was stunned for a moment, then snorted: "I'm not even sixty yet!"

Li Che suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Yang Zhongsi fought in many battles, exposed to the wind and sun every day, so he looked even older. He said that he was sixty, but that was an understatement. Who would have thought...

"I was mistaken, Uncle Yang, please don't blame me." He coughed and continued, "As for the firearms, Uncle Yang, could you imagine fighting in the desert right after arriving in the Western Regions? You've just arrived outside the Great Wall, and you're already adept at fighting barbarian cavalry in the wind and snow?"

"The application of firearms is not difficult. Uncle Yang is a natural talent. He only needs to study hard for a period of time and he will surely achieve something."

Li Che came from the future, so he naturally knew that old age was not a serious flaw at all.

Not to mention people in their fifties and sixties who are in the prime of life, there are many people in their seventies and eighties who are as quick-witted as young people.

Of course, it depends on the person.

Some people can still conduct experiments, publish papers, and play games in their seventies and eighties, while others cannot even use a smartphone and need their children to help them change channels when watching TV.

The difference lies in whether one has the ability to actively learn and accept new things.

An almighty commander like Yang Zhongsi has an absolutely maximum learning ability. Self-thinking has become an instinct for him, and his thoughts keep pace with the times. He will never easily fall behind the times.

Thinking of retiring at this age? How is that even possible? Hurry and roll it up for me!!!

Seeing that Yang Zhongsi still looked hesitant, Li Che gave Yang Xuan a wink.

Yang Xuan understood: "Father, are you going to abandon your daughter again?"

When Yang Zhongsi saw Yang Xuan's sad face, he felt even more guilty.

Li Che, on the other hand, took advantage of the victory and used his trump card: "Uncle, please lend a hand to your nephew."

Yang Zhongsi trembled again.

He was the adopted son of Emperor Wen of the previous dynasty, the adopted brother of Emperor Yang, and the adopted brother of Li Che's mother. In terms of relationship, Li Che could indeed call him uncle.

It’s just that Li Che’s identity is awkward, so in order to avoid suspicion, he always calls Yang Uncle and Yang Master.

Now, when he heard Li Che calling him uncle again, Yang Zhongsi immediately thought of his elder brother and younger sister.

Although Emperor Yang was a tyrant, he was very kind to Yang Zhongsi. Li Che's mother had a very good relationship with him and they were playmates since childhood.

Now that the Yang family's bloodline has been cut off, Li Che, a prince with the bloodline of two dynasties, is the person closest to the late emperor's bloodline.

"Well." Yang Zhongsi finally sighed and slowly stood up.

Looking at Li Che with longing eyes, he bowed down seriously:

"Since Your Highness does not despise my old age, I am willing to hold the whip and kick for Your Highness, and follow him through life and death!"

Li Che was overjoyed and hurried to help him.

This Marshal Yang is a man of great talent. He was the one who taught Li Che his military tactics. Li Che knows Yang Zhongsi's abilities very well.

Chen Pingzhi was already the most outstanding commander under his command, and all his military strategies were taught by Yang Zhongsi.

In this world, when it comes to military formations and tactics, I'm afraid no one can surpass Yang Zhongsi.

"Your Highness, please be patient. Remember when we parted last time, I said, 'The next time we meet, I will bring a hundred thousand troops with me to join you.'"

Li Che was slightly startled, and the smile froze on his face.

It seems that this is indeed the case, but I had forgotten about it.

In this case, Yang Zhongsi had already decided to join me, and what he did just now was just a show?

This old man is so unrefined!

However, Yang Zhongsi's next words made Li Che smile again instantly.

"The 100,000 Shiwei troops outside are the 100,000 troops I gave to Your Highness!"

"Are you serious?" Li Che was overjoyed.

He had seen those Shiwei people before. Although they were poorly trained, had simple weapons and questionable military discipline, they were a group of brave warriors who were not afraid of life and death and dared to charge into battle.

This group of soldiers, who have simple brains, strong limbs, and have never seen much of the world, are extremely easy to feed. They are simply born cannon fodder... Bah, bah, bah, natural melee soldiers!

But Yang Zhongsi continued:

"During this year in Shiwei, I've earned some reputation. The Shiwei have a weak sense of national identity, and their constant civil unrest has led to their internal integration and division. They have little loyalty to their leader. I'm confident I can convince this group of people to surrender."

Li Che's face showed concern when he heard this: "Isn't it too dangerous? Or should we just forget it?"

Yang Zhongsi was moved when he saw that Li Che was worried about his own safety first when facing an army of 100,000.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I am absolutely sure!"

Li Che nodded slightly, and after a moment's silence, he said, "There's no rush for this matter. Uncle Yang, have a good rest tonight. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Yang Zhongsi didn't say anything more after hearing this. Everyone continued to eat meat and chat. The atmosphere in the tent became more and more lively, as if there were endless topics to talk about.

At this moment, a personal guard suddenly rushed into the tent.

Li Che frowned and looked over: "Why are you so reckless? What happened?"

The guards hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Highness, Yelu Dahe... is dead."

Li Che's brows relaxed, and he wasn't surprised: "What's the big deal? He was seriously injured, and it's not easy for him to survive until now."

The guard continued, "He didn't die from his wounds. Someone cut off his head. When we found him, we only saw a headless corpse."

Li Che was shocked. Yelu Daha was a dying man. Who could hate him so much that he would rather violate military discipline and do such a unnecessary thing?

He suddenly thought of something and looked down.

Sure enough, Yelu He was nowhere to be seen.

"This idiot!" Li Che cursed, stood up and walked out of the tent anxiously.