The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

From the very beginning, Denggaolou had been making preparations, but since it needed to gather intelligence, it couldn't just take the high-end route.

Lu Yao has already decided to send the best of the dozens of children he has trained to do intelligence work.

Since he was prepared, he would definitely have trained intelligence personnel in advance.

Gao Yao's job remains managing Denggaolou, but he must cooperate with Lu Yao's men in intelligence work.

After discussing the detailed plan with Gao Yao, Lu Yao looked at Yi Xiaochuan.

"Xiao Chuan, I'd like to ask my sister-in-law for a favor."

Lu Yao stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then spoke to Yi Xiaochuan.

Yi Xiaochuan was taken aback and looked at Lu Yao with curiosity.

"I would like to ask my sister-in-law to dismiss two palace maids and one maid from the weaving workshop from the palace."

Lu Yao thought of the two palace maids he had treated when the plague was cured. They were still working in Yu Shu's palace. It was time to let them leave the palace.

"Brother Yao, have you taken a fancy to them?"

Yi Xiaochuan gave a knowing smile that any man would understand, and said jokingly.

Yi Xiaochuan naturally knew that Lu Yao wasn't like that, but that didn't stop him from teasing Lu Yao.

"These three are just a side plot I've made while treating my younger brother and sister-in-law. I'll tell you two about it later when it's effective."

Lu Yao gently shook his head and said with a smile.

Yu Shu now holds a high position in the Emperor's heart, so dismissing three palace maids is not a difficult task, even though the three are only around twenty years old and do not meet the requirements for dismissal.

Yi Xiaochuan nodded and agreed to the matter.

He can still see Yu Shu twice a month now, but that's only for these two months. After the follow-up appointment period ends, it will be difficult to see her again.

Yi Xiaochuan also expressed his concerns, hoping the two of them could find a solution.

"Xiao Chuan, don't you have a cell phone? You can record a video, but this task of passing it on should be done by a trusted confidant."

Thinking of Yi Xiaochuan's actions in the original work, Lu Yao couldn't help but make a suggestion.

Yi Xiaochuan suddenly realized and slapped his thigh.

"Brother Yao still has a way."

Yi Xiaochuan looked at Lu Yao gratefully, but then pointed out the difficulties.

“Yu Shu has no trusted confidants in the palace, which is troublesome.”

Yi Xiaochuan remembered Lu Yao's reminder and was immediately in a dilemma again.

Yu Shu had only been in Da Qin for less than a year since she came from Tu'an, so she didn't have any trusted confidants.

"Then you can leave one of the two palace maids I told you about. We saved his life, and we have his sisters in our hands, so you can trust him."

After thinking it over, Lu Yao made a new plan.

In fact, this arrangement would be more effective. Relying solely on the debt of gratitude for saving a life is not enough; sisterly affection can be another kind of shackle.

"Then I'll listen to Brother Yao."

Yi Xiaochuan nodded and decided to do as Lu Yao said.

Gao Yao listened to their plan from the side and nodded frequently. He didn't understand these things and couldn't get a word in edgewise.

After making their plans, the three agreed on a fixed time to climb the tower to exchange information. From then on, the tower would be responsible for delivering their letters, and they created a secret mark that only the three of them knew.

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A month later.

The military's drill training has begun to show results. After the soldiers in the camp were trained according to Lu Yao's methods, their combat effectiveness is still unknown, but judging from their appearance alone, they are already among the elite troops.

Of course, they are elite soldiers who look good but are not very useful. Their combat effectiveness depends not only on their physique but also on their willpower, and it is difficult to see results from training in this area in a short period of time.

Lu Yao adopted the modern three-three tactic, grouping three people together in the military camp so that they could sleep, eat, and train together, thus training their teamwork.

Soon the one-month-long martial arts competition began.

Lu Yao had already issued a rule that below the centurion, the victor would become the leader, and former squad leaders and platoon leaders would be re-selected, with the winners receiving a monetary reward from Lu Yao.

If you disagree with this rule, you may apply to leave Lu Yao's command.

However, during this period, Lu Yao used his connections within Fusu's faction and contributed some money to himself.

The food and logistical support in his battalion had been greatly improved compared to before, and no one wanted to leave Lu Yao's team.

So during this month, everyone was very honest and trained hard, striving to stand out in this competition.

In the training ground, Lu Yao sat upright on the high platform. He had already changed into black Qin-style armor, which, combined with his handsome and resolute face, made him appear extraordinary and powerful.

In the training ground, a dense mass of soldiers stood in neat rows, all staring intently at Lu Yao, in complete silence—a stark contrast to the scene when Lu Yao first arrived.

No one can reconcile the well-organized army of today with the disorganized and undisciplined army of just one month ago.

The soldiers had been standing there under the scorching sun for nearly two hours, large beads of sweat dripping from their faces and soaking their inner shirts.

This is their daily training routine. At first, they were not used to it and some even fainted, but now they have gotten used to it.

Meanwhile, on a nearby observation platform, some ministers who had heard about Lu Yao's military training were watching.

Because Lu Yao's training of troops was reported to and approved by the Qin Emperor, many ministers knew about it.

"I never imagined that Lieutenant Lu would have such a talent for training troops; he is truly a capable general."

A courtier stroked his beard, looked at the orderly soldiers on the drill ground, and sighed.

"Indeed, this man's methods of training troops are extremely brilliant, and he has deeply grasped the essence of military strategy."

Some of the officers and soldiers who observed the military strategy also affirmed Lu Yao's tactics.

"Hmph! What's the use of just practicing? You'll only know how to do it in real combat."

A middle-aged courtier dressed as a Confucian scholar sneered.

There weren't many people on the viewing platform, after all, it was just a martial arts competition between a thousand-strong army, and only a few people came to watch out of curiosity.

Lu Yao glanced at the ritual signs on the training ground; it was time for the martial arts competition!

"Rest here for ten quarters of an hour, then prepare for the duel!"

Lu Yao stood up, gripped his sword, and shouted loudly at the soldiers in front of him.

Upon hearing the command, the soldiers on the drill ground sat down in neat rows, and apart from the sound of them sitting cross-legged, there was no other noise.

The courtiers on the viewing platform were all deeply moved upon witnessing this scene.

While the soldiers rested, the ten centurions read out the rules of the contest again.

Wooden weapons can be used, but you still can't kill. Falling off the stage means you lose, or you can concede defeat.

The rules are very simple. For today's competition, dozens of small arenas have been set up on the training ground.

The rest period ended quickly, and the examiners that Lu Yao had specially borrowed from the military department began to organize the competition. The competition plan had already been trained by these people, so Lu Yao did not need to give them too much command.

Lu Yao sat upright on the high platform, quietly awaiting the outcome of the martial arts competition.

Soon the competition officially began, and countless soldiers went to the designated arena according to the numbers they had been given in advance to start fighting, while the examiners on the side were responsible for recording the results.