Chapter 190: Joining the Army

Opportunity only favors those who are prepared. The King saw that he was confident, and was even more satisfied, and then began to ask him how many troops he needed and how much time he needed.

He He Chunhua sighed: "After I answered, the King's smile faded."

He He Lingchuan looked dissatisfied: "Does the King think that after we go north, we can easily take back Xunzhou?"

"Quick battle, quick decision, this is probably the wish of every monarch." He Yue shook his head, "The pressure of fighting on two fronts is too great. The Wang Ting is already struggling to fight Dong Dong Haoye in the west, and now the northern line is tight; troops, money, and food are all missing."

In the final analysis, it is a cost issue.

He Yue cared about: "Did the King agree to Father's troop requirements?"

He He Chunhua shook his head: "The number I reported is not okay, the King cut it to thirty percent."

He He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Can this still be bargained?" Is the Wang Ting also like a vegetable market? He He Chunhua sighed long: "Mentioning this, the King lost his temper, saying that we don't sympathize with the difficulty of money and food, and don't sympathize with the hardship of people's livelihood. I can only lower this number again and again, and the King presses it again and again."

He He Lingchuan sneered: "Thirty percent, hehe, how can the army fight on an empty stomach?"

"Saying it's thirty percent, it's good if one and a half percent arrives at the destination." He He Chunhua sneered coldly, "There is also corruption at every level." He knew this set too well.

"Then can the war still be fought?"

"Father is already the Xiazhou General Manager, and I have to handle things when I arrive at the destination." He He Chunhua seemed to have no disappointment, "No matter, I had long expected the King's reaction, the number reported... was a bit generous."

He He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, Old Dad is capable.

"Besides, the troops in the local area mostly have to be raised by the local area, perhaps there are demon soldiers to use, the Wang Ting's little interest subsidy is just icing on the cake. Heh, what the Xunzhou Shepherd opposite can do, I can naturally do too."

He He Chunhua took out a brocade bag and handed it to He He Lingchuan: "In order to commend your bravery in resisting the enemy, the King conferred you as a Youyun Cavalry Lieutenant, equivalent to the sixth rank."

Lady Ying and He Yue exclaimed, He He Lingchuan was overjoyed, took the brocade bag and tore it open, seeing a Yuan coin fall out.

He grabbed it and played with it, threw it into the air: "From now on, I am also an official!"

He Yue couldn't help but correct him: "Big Brother, this is not a real position."

He He Lingchuan glared at him: "When I join the army, won't I have a real position?"

He He Chunhua smiled without saying a word on the side.

He He Lingchuan weighed the newly acquired Yuan coin and asked: "Didn't the King reward anything else? Gold, silver, and jewelry are also fine."

"The national treasury is empty, and you didn't make meritorious service on the battlefield." He He Chunhua scolded with a smile, "It's not bad to confer you a medal, still want a reward?"

"I saved General Ke, isn't that more important than killing the enemy on the battlefield?"

He He Chunhua ignored his eldest son's muttering and changed the topic: "What happened in Shi Shi Huan today?"

The two sons told him separately.

Hearing that the chief furnace master of Songyang Prefecture was temporarily following the support army north, He He Chunhua slapped his thigh hard and said several good words: "We have to start casting weapons and hoarding food when we arrive in Xiazhou; having such an expert to guide us from the side is the best!"

He He Lingchuan pretended: "Doesn't Old Dad blame me for handing over the Purple Gold Pestle?"

He He Chunhua was full of smiles: "Although the treasure pestle is a spiritual tool, no one in our family can use it. Exchanging something that can't be used for a great master craftsman is the most cost-effective, why would I blame you?"

He He Lingchuan told Li Li Fubo's request again, He He Chunhua shook his head: "Bamboo tube? Sun Sun Fuping's relics are not many, and there is no bamboo tube in them at all."

"Are you sure? Do you want to confirm it again?"

"Don't trust me?" He He Chunhua smiled, "Do you want me to take them all out for you to see one by one?"

He He Lingchuan gave a dry laugh: "That's not necessary, Old Dad is much more meticulous than me, saying there is none must mean there is none."

"Big Brother, you said the walnut boat, hmm, Mustard Boat was borrowed by Sun Sun Fuping from the Marquis of Songyang?" He Yue was meticulous, "To this day, can this Master Li still say openly that his own Lord is Sun Sun Fuping's friend?"

In the past two months, the bloody storms near the capital, aren't they all the King strictly arresting and punishing the "accomplices" of the rebels? Marquis of Songyang is not afraid? He He Lingchuan ate his meal quietly: "How would I know?" Before arriving in Shi Shi Huan, he hadn't even heard of the name of Songyang Prefecture.

He He Chunhua thought for a while: "Marquis of Songyang has both a title and is a sect master, and is a very special existence in our Yuan Nation, so it is not easy to judge by common sense."

He also said: "The King's face is full of hostility; I'm afraid it won't be enough to calm the anger of the Son of Heaven without killing people. I think we should set off as soon as possible. Hmm, after this matter is over, we will leave the day after tomorrow, so as not to be said that I am lingering in the capital and forming cliques."

He knew very clearly that the King summoned him overnight, one is to show his importance, and the other is to encourage the newly appointed Xiazhou General Manager to work hard and share the worries for the country; this is the rain and dew. If he keeps losing battles in the north or fails to achieve results, what the King will bring down will be thunder.

This is all heavenly grace.

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With a "creak," Hu Min pushed the door and entered, just in time to see He He Lingchuan shoot an arrow at the target.

"Oh, not bad, great progress, only—" he smiled and gestured with his finger, "only two inches away from the bullseye."

He He Lingchuan's expression collapsed.

A miss is as good as a mile, let alone two inches? Static shooting still has this error, which is too outrageous for a shooter.

"Not bad, I remember the first time you threw a flying knife a few days ago, you missed the target directly."

He He Lingchuan put away the bow, poured him a cup of water in the room: "What wind blew you here?"

Hu Min's leg injury hadn't healed, and he had been recuperating at home; He He Lingchuan usually visited him, but today he moved over himself.

"There is bad news." Hu Min took the cup and took a sip, "Your application to join the Great Wind Army didn't pass; Xiao Tou conveyed the meaning from above, telling you to experience more and accumulate military merit before coming again."

He He Lingchuan was a bit disappointed, but this result was within his expectations.

Since entering the Panlong dream through the broken knife, he knew he had been watched. Otherwise, the Panlong dream wouldn't adjust according to his experiences in reality; for example, he encountered the Emperor's Flowing Pulp that only happens once in decades in the west of Woling Pass, and the Panlong dream immediately appeared the past events of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp that night, which was clearly to tell him how to refine the Emperor's Flowing Powder so as not to waste it.

The master of this dream, perhaps it is the Great Fang Hu itself? After all, when he and He He Chunhua fought Sun Sun Fuping and the two last year, they used the Great Fang Hu to weaken the opponent's strength to the minimum, and only then took the opportunity to win.

What if Zhong Zhong Shengquan, who turned into a black dragon, didn't actually die? What if the master will of the Great Fang Hu is someone else? At least He He Lingchuan can be sure of one point: this will has summoned him into the dream time and time again, and must have a plot. He was shot in the throat as soon as he entered the dream for the first time, and the experience of two deaths made him remember it vividly. Judging from this initial blow, the other party shouldn't let him live too comfortably in the dream city.

Hu Min saw him silent, patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Only those above the rank of Team Leader have the qualifications to apply for the Great Wind Army. This rule is actually a kind of protection; after all, the tasks of the Great Wind Army are always the most arduous and dangerous, and even experienced veterans are easily defeated."

Team Leader is a small team leader, managing fifty people under him.

That is to say, He He Lingchuan must first become the head of fifty people before he has the qualifications to apply to enter the Great Wind Army.

Outrageous.

"Starting from scratch is also good, I have too much to learn." He He Lingchuan straightened his mentality, "However, without fighting and accumulating merit, I don't even have ten subordinates."

"The young and strong in Panlongcheng all have to join the army. Ordinary Panlongcheng soldiers farm for half a year and serve for half a year, rotating."

He He Lingchuan shook his head: "I don't farm." The opportunity to dream is so precious, using it to farm is too wasteful.

"Me too." Hu Min laughed, "Then the all-weather soldiers are only left with patrol guards, city guards, and logistics; you can choose one of three."

"The one with the most frequent fighting should be the patrol guards, right?"

"Of course." Hu Min added, "Patrol guards are divided into two types; the duty scope of the Chapa patrol guards is on the Chapa Plateau, while the roving patrol guards mainly walk in the Panlong Desert, patrolling the outer territory of Panlongcheng. The two often swap."

He He Lingchuan didn't think: "I want to join the patrol guards."

He is about to follow his father to fight in the north of Yuan, and the opponent is the Northern Expedition General Nian Nian Zanli and the Northern Demon Nation behind him.

Nian Nian Zanli has a blood feud of killing his son with him, and will never let them father and son go easily. What He He Lingchuan has to do is to improve himself as quickly as possible within the limited time.

Relying on the mountain, the mountain falls; relying on people, people run; only relying on oneself is the most reliable.

Therefore, he needs to go to the front line of fighting and temper his Dao heart and combat methods with blood and fire.

Every experience in the dream will be his precious wealth.

"Then come with me, I'll take you to the Patrol Guard Office to sign up." Hu Min turned and walked out. Although he still had a slight limp, he was much better than when he was first injured; the crutches clicked on the ground, and he walked very fast.

In another seven or eight days, he will be able to walk like flying again.

The two took a donkey cart and went to the Patrol Guard Office.

This trip went smoothly; He He Lingchuan signed up and went to participate in the on-site assessment, the content was on-the-spot response and martial arts body method. He had several experiences of life and death, passed the test in a few strokes, and became a glorious Chapa patrol guard without any twists and turns.

After all, Panlongcheng has been fighting for many years, and welcomes new members to join the army every moment.

"Congratulations to you, from now on protecting the home and defending the city." Hu Min clapped for him, "Before being incorporated into the Great Wind Army, don't hang up." This word "hang up" was a catchphrase he learned from He He Lingchuan.

"We should go to Tianshuang Tavern to celebrate for you, but Xiao Tou is about to give a lecture at the Asking Immortal Hall; do you want to go and support?"

He He Lingchuan nodded when he heard:

"Go!"

Although the name of this Asking Immortal Hall is high-end, the location chosen is very improper; it is not a jade building, nor is it a main hall, but a sinkhole! He He Lingchuan was also a bit surprised when he first entered the Asking Immortal Hall.

The so-called sinkhole, as the name suggests, is as if a celestial being dug a giant hole in a big mountain, with the bright sun in the sky above and the underground river below; the diameter of the hole is large, and the shape is irregular.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 191 =====