"Oh? How's the recruitment of the army going?"
Speaking of the army, Zhao Feng's face was filled with joy." My lord, in the past month, when the villagers heard that we were going to recruit an army to deal with the Tartars, all the people in the Qinling Mountains have enthusiastically signed up to join the army. Now, in addition to the original 50,000 soldiers, we have an additional 80,000 soldiers.”
"Another 80,000?"
Chu Yang was slightly surprised when he heard this. It seemed that the villagers in the Qinling Mountains hated the Tartars to the core. In just a short month, they had recruited 80,000 troops. Presumably, they would be able to recruit 200,000 troops very soon.
"How about this, Congyun, we need to change our plan. If 200,000 troops are not enough, we can recruit another 100,000 to make up 300,000 troops. We don't have to stick to the cities near Qinling Mountains.”
"Another 100,000?"
Hearing Chu Yang's words, Zhao Feng was instantly shocked. It was already difficult to feed an army of 200,000 soldiers. Now that there were another 100,000 soldiers, how could they afford to feed them?
"My lord, it's not that I don't want to recruit. I also want to recruit more soldiers, but we don't have money.”Zhao Feng had a helpless expression.
"Money?"
The corners of Chu Yang's mouth curled up slightly." Let's go. Go and find a few more people. I'll take you to see something.”
Hearing Chu Yang's words, Zhao Feng looked at him with a puzzled expression. He didn't know what his lord wanted to do. However, as a subject, Zhao Feng naturally received the order and went to find a few strong men.
The few of them followed Chu Yang all the way to a place not far away from the military camp. After pushing aside the tree branches that were blocking the way, all of them instantly became dull.
"Hiss ~"
"My…my lord…these are?”Zhao Feng turned around and looked at Chu Yang with an incredulous expression. Then, he looked at the pile of dazzling yellow and white objects in front of him. His heart was filled with excitement.
"As you can see, I went out this month for these things. How about it? With these things, do you have the confidence to recruit an army of 300,000?”Chu Yang looked at Zhao Feng with a faint smile and teased him.
"Three hundred thousand troops? With these things, it's not just 300,000. Even if it's 500,000, I can still recruit it for my lord.”
Zhao Feng looked at Chu Yang with an excited expression. His voice was trembling. Obviously, Zhao Feng was really excited at this moment.
Other than the 50,000 sets of weapons and armor, the remaining gold and silver were worth at least 10 million silver. With so much money, Zhao Feng was only using a conservative estimate to recruit 500,000 soldiers. Otherwise, he was confident that he could recruit 800,000 soldiers.
"No, I don't need 500,000. I only need 300,000.”
Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Chu Yang quickly stopped him. In order to prevent him from acting rashly, he warned again," The most important thing in a soldier is the quality, not the quantity. I only need 300,000. As for the rest, buy me more majestic horses. I want to build a cavalry. Buy me as many horses as you can. Also, make my weapons and armor harder, understand?”
" Yes, my lord, don't worry. I promise that I will definitely build a cavalry for you and dominate the world. My lord, don't forget that my ancestor is Zhao Zilong. In terms of cavalry, I'm not afraid of anyone. Although I can't compare to the White Horse Righteous Servant, I'm definitely not weak.”
Hearing that Chu Yang wanted to form a cavalry, Zhao Feng's face lit up. Ever since he was young, he had envied his ancestor, Zhao Zilong. He had a white horse and a silver spear. He led the cavalry to conquer the world and was invincible.
Now that he could build a cavalry, how could he not be happy?
"Good! I'll leave this matter to you. Send someone to move these things away. I still have to make a trip to Mount Kunlun.”
As he spoke, Chu Yang left without waiting for Zhao Feng's response.
"Mount Kunlun? Ming Cult?"
Zhao Feng looked at Chu Yang's receding figure and nodded thoughtfully. Then, he continued to bury his head in sorting out the gold and silver.
……
In the past few months, the martial world had been surging with wind and clouds. Everyone had the illusion that a storm was about to come.
Four months ago, led by the Emei Sect, Shaolin and Wudang, the two great sects that were at the peak of Mount Tai and Big Dipper, the six orthodox sects of the Pugilistic World gathered at the Misty Rain House in Jiangnan to discuss the crusade against the Ming Cult.
Many martial arts sects in the game had also gone to the Misty Rain Tower for the meeting this time.
After the meeting ended, the six major sects agreed on the time to attack the Ming Cult.
A month ago, the six major sects started to move again. As they moved, more than half of the martial world's dozens of sects, big and small, followed suit.
Everyone knew that the six major sects had come out of the mountain this time to go to Light Summit of Mount Kunlun to crusade against the Ming Cult.
Twenty years ago, the Ming Cult had grown to an unprecedented level under the leadership of Sect Leader Yang Dingtian. Under his command, the two envoys of Light, the four Shakyamuni, and the five itinerant cultivators were all top experts in the martial world. Who in the martial arts world wouldn't be moved by this?
Yang Dingtian's strength was only below that of Wudang Sect's Zhang Sanfeng. Even Shaolin's Divine Monk San Du's Vajra Demon Subduing Ring couldn't do anything to him.
At that time, the Ming Cult could be said to be at its strongest stage in the entire history of the Ming Cult. However, the good times didn't last long. The Ming Cult Master, Yang Dingtian, suddenly disappeared.
Fan Yao, the Right Emissary of the Two Carefree Emissaries, had also disappeared for some reason. The purple-robed Dragon King, one of the Four Guardian Kings, had betrayed the Ming Cult. The Ming Cult had suffered an unprecedented blow.
Without Yang Dingtian holding down the fort, the White-Browed Eagle King and the Five Rogues were not convinced that the Left Emissary, Yang Xiao, was the only one left. They started to fight amongst themselves. In the end, the White-Browed Eagle King also betrayed the Ming Cult and established the Heavenly Eagle Cult. The Five Rogues no longer cared about the Ming Cult's matters.
More importantly, for some reason, Golden Fur Lion King suddenly lost his mind. He slaughtered dozens of martial arts sects in the game, and at least 800 martial artists died in his hands. Moreover, Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun killed the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the Godly Monk Kong Jian, with his fist.?
Once this news spread, it instantly shook the entire martial arts world. Countless people in the martial arts world wanted to find him and take revenge.
It could be said that the Ming Cult had truly reached the most critical juncture at that time. Countless martial arts practitioners could not find Xie Xun, so they implicated the Ming Cult. The entire martial arts world regarded eradicating the Ming Cult as their duty.
Fortunately, the Ming Cult still had Yang Xiao around. Under such a situation where the Ming Cult was falling apart, Yang Xiao was able to support the Ming Cult by himself.
Unfortunately, since then, be it the six platoons or the various sects in the martial world, they all wanted to get rid of the Ming Cult.
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