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

Chapter 635: Grand Assembly! The Feng Kingdom's Military Front! (Part 1)

In the Fengtian Hall, the young prince on the throne slowly stood up and uttered his first decree:

"Yang Zhongsi of the Northern Military Command, Chen Qingzhi of the Western Military Command, and Wang Hu of the Eastern Military Command have heavy responsibilities: defend against powerful enemies in the north and comfort the vassal states in the east. They must not act rashly! Their troops must be on high alert to ensure the stability of their jurisdictions!"

"Order: Central Military District, Yueyun, dispatch 20,000 elite cavalry!"

Li Che's voice struck the golden pillars of the Fengtian Hall, causing a solemn echo.

At the bottom of the stairs, Yue Yun, wearing bright silver chain mail and a plain white brocade robe, suddenly stepped out.

Without any hesitation, Yue Yun clasped his fists and bowed, replying in a clear voice:

"The last general takes command!"

Before he could finish his words, he turned around abruptly.

The snow-white sleeves brought up a gust of wind, and he strode out of the threshold of Fengtian Hall with big strides, and his figure blended into the dazzling sunlight outside the hall.

Outside Fengtian City, in a military camp stretching for dozens of miles.

Wailulu——

Countless war horses sensed the breath of war, and their blood-pumping neighings merged into one, tearing the tranquility of the capital area apart.

"Quick, quick! His Highness's royal decree has arrived!"

The rough roar of Li Leshi, deputy commander of the Central Military Region, was like thunder, exploding in the stable area.

Countless strong auxiliary soldiers went into battle shirtless, sweating profusely as they pulled the war horses out of the stables and put on saddles.

The shiny steel horse armor was carried out from the warehouse. With the clanging sound of metal friction, the craftsmen covered the already restless warhorse piece by piece with perfect fit.

The farrier swung his hammer, sparks flew, and the sound of "jingling" was endless.

"Your Highness has ordered all camps to assemble! Your Highness has ordered all camps to assemble!"

The messengers rode their horses and galloped between the camps, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Following the command, countless tents were blown open as if by a strong wind, and teams of knights poured out like a tide.

The mission of the Central Military Region is to control the capital and provide support to all directions.

Therefore, they have the largest mobile force in Feng State, and two-thirds of the heavy cavalry in the Feng Army are gathered here.

Tens of thousands of armored knights are an invincible force in any era of cold weapons.

The sound of horse hooves became denser and denser, and finally converged into a roar that was enough to shake the earth.

In the satellite military camps surrounding Fengtian City, torrents of black steel rolled in and madly converged on the vast parade ground outside the north gate of Fengtian City.

The dark array of cavalry was like an expanding dark cloud, covering the earth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Swords and spears are like a forest, armors are shining in the sun, and a murderous atmosphere rises to the sky!

. . . . . .

On the throne, Li Che did not pause for a moment, and continued to bark out orders like a string of cannonballs:

"Order: Xue Wei of the Southern Military Region, mobilize 15,000 elite soldiers!"

A waiter was already standing by, quickly writing down the order on a specially made small scroll and stamping it with the king's seal for urgent troop mobilization.

Another person took out a pure white carrier pigeon from a special pigeon nest outside the temple and ordered someone to skillfully insert a small copper tube into the pigeon's leg and tie it tightly.

whoosh-

The white dove flapped its wings, like a flash of white lightning, instantly breaking through the sky above the Fengtian Temple Square and shooting towards the south.

A few days later, Shanhaiguan.

The city walls are tall, the battlements are sharp, and the fluttering flags are fluttering in the strong wind.

A young general with a resolute face was inspecting the city defenses with his sword in hand.

Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings in the sky.

He subconsciously looked up, and his sharp eyes instantly caught the white shadow swooping down.

"General! It's a carrier pigeon from Fengtian Palace, the highest level!" the personal guard beside him shouted loudly.

Xue Wei's pupils suddenly contracted, and he took a step forward, stretching out his arm with a leather gauntlet.

The white dove landed steadily and rubbed his arm armor affectionately.

Xue Wei quickly untied the copper tube and took out the secret order. He glanced around and his face instantly became extremely solemn.

Without caring about anything else, he turned around and rushed down the city wall like the wind, passed through the layers of heavily guarded city corridors, and headed straight for the general's mansion.

"Brother!"

Xue Wei suddenly pushed open the door, his voice filled with suppressed excitement.

Xue Zhen was studying a map at his desk. He frowned when he heard this and gently scolded him, "You're so flustered! How can you be so unruly? Besides, didn't I tell you to follow your rank in the army?"

"Yes." Xue Wei agreed quickly, and then handed the secret order to Xue Zhen honestly.

Xue Zhen put down the magnifying glass in his hand and took the secret order.

After reading ten lines at a glance, the words are engraved in my mind like a brand.

He stood up suddenly and ordered in a deep voice:

"Assemble the troops immediately! According to His Highness's order, mobilize 15,000 elite troops without delay!"

Xue Wei clasped his fists and accepted the order: "Yes, little brother... um, I will do it right away!"

He turned to leave, but stopped in his tracks. A complex emotion crossed his face, and he lowered his voice to a very low tone: "Brother... then... His Majesty's side..."

Xue Zhen didn't hesitate at all. He walked over to the map of Feng State's territory hanging on the wall. He pointed his finger heavily at the locations of several small islands on the edge of the map and snorted coldly, almost inaudible.

"Your Majesty? Do you think that in the current situation, Your Majesty still cares about the names of our Shanhaiguan defenders?"

"For the past three years, the military pay and fodder for Shanhaiguan has been repeatedly delayed. I'm afraid the officials in the court have long regarded us as His Majesty's private army."

"Have some good sense!" He turned around and stared at Xue Wei with a sharp gaze. "Your Highness's order is the highest will!"

"Go! Assemble the troops immediately and tell the brothers that His Highness needs us now. No one is allowed to hinder me!"

"Don't forget, who has paid everyone's wages and ensured everyone has enough to eat for the past three years!"

The last trace of doubt in Xue Wei's eyes disappeared. He clasped his fists tightly, turned around and rushed out of the mansion without saying anything else.

Soon, the powerful and rapid sound of assembly horns rose into the sky from Shanhaiguan.

The military camps inside and outside the city were instantly in an uproar.

Amidst the clanging of armor and the clashing of swords and spears, more than ten thousand brave soldiers guarding the pass gathered in the training ground to begin sharpening their claws for the upcoming expedition!

. . . . . .

The young prince stood firmly in front of the throne and continued to give orders:

"Order: Yelu He of the Northwest Military Region, mobilize 10,000 grassland cavalry!"

The white dove carried the will of its master, crossed over mountains and finally landed on a vast grassland as green as the sea.

There are neatly planned military horse farms, scattered felt camps, and countless barbarian warriors singing here.

Yelu He, the commander of the Northwest Military Region, caught the carrier pigeon steadily, untied the copper tube and unfolded the secret order.

There was not much expression on his bronze face, only the eyes suddenly lit up with a terrifying gleam.

"General, what are His Highness's orders?" A voice like muffled thunder sounded.

The speaker was a tall general.

"Halhan." Yeluhe looked at the other party and nodded slightly.

This former fierce general of the Liao Kingdom eventually surrendered to Feng State and became Yelu He's deputy general.

During the three years in Fengguo, Khal Khan witnessed with his own eyes how Li Che treated the Khitan people well, how he fairly distributed the lush pastures, and how he gave dignity to these surrendered foreign generals.

The former arrogance has long been replaced by awe and gradually growing loyalty.

Yeluhe handed the secret order to Halehan, his voice calm:

"Your Highness has issued a military order. I have ordered my army to mobilize 10,000 elite cavalry from the grasslands to assemble immediately in Fengtian Prefecture and prepare for the cross-sea expedition to the east."

Khalhan took the secret order. Although he was not very literate, he still recognized the distinctive seal of the king.

"Good!" Khalkharn pounded his chest with his fist, making a dull sound. "Your Highness has finally given me, Khalkharn, the chance to redeem myself and wash away my past shame!"

"I will gather my men and show those Japanese slaves what a true steppe eagle is!"

Khal Khan turned and walked out of the tent, rushed towards the tribal camp, and roared in Khitan.

The horn wailed, desolate and majestic.

Countless fierce Khitan knights jumped out of their felt tents, rushed to the stables, and untied their beloved war horses.

There were not many words, only excited howls and the dull thud of war horses stepping on the grass.

Barbarian warriors worship strength. They will recognize as their Khan whoever is the strongest chief, who can feed them, and who can protect their wives and children from being bullied.

Undoubtedly, in these three aspects, Li Che did better than Yelu Dahe did in the past!

Therefore, this group of Khitan cavalry were willing to fight for Li Che and even sacrifice their lives.

These natural riders are the best scouts and the sharpest rangers!

. . . . . .

On the palace floor, Li Che continued to order:

"Order: Wang Sanchun of the Northeast Military Region, mobilize 15,000 Shiwei barbarian soldiers!"

On the banks of the Heilongjiang River, a very cold place.

The white dove flew across the vast forest and snowy plains, and finally landed in a rough big hand.

The white dove looked up and saw a face that was so hideous and ferocious that it was bizarre.

There was also a scar running diagonally from the left corner of his forehead to the right chin, destroying most of his face and adding a bit of ferocity.

"Little Pigeon, did our prince ask you to come?"

A fierce light flashed in Wang Sanchun's eyes, and then he opened his mouth wide, revealing a grin that was uglier than crying, and a strange "ho ho" sound came from his throat.

The pigeon was so frightened that its wings trembled and it fainted directly on the big hand, motionless.

Wang Sanchun twitched his lips, carefully put down the pigeon, and then issued a secret order.

"Hey! Finally!"

Wang Sanchun's eyes lit up and he strode towards the camp by the river.

"Guys, are your bones itching? Get out of here! All troops assemble!"

The sound was like a broken gong, instantly spreading throughout the camp by the river.

There were no passionate trumpets, no noisy shouts.

The Shiwei men who were originally lying or sitting, leaning on their weapons and dozing, stood up silently as if pulled by invisible ropes.

Most of them are tall and strong, with thick hair, and their eyes are filled with the wildness honed by the laws of the jungle and the severe cold.

He was wearing slightly rough but extremely thick iron armor, and the weapons in his hands were even more varied, including giant axes, heavy hammers, maces, long-handled machetes...

They were all heavy weapons, and they all emitted a strong smell of blood.

This group of barbarians is the main force of the Northeast Military Region, which is also the military region with the largest number of barbarians except the Northern Military Region.

As Yang Zhongsi had said before, this group of rough Shiwei men were the best close combat soldiers and were fearless of death.

Under Wang Sanchun's roar, this group of ferocious beasts from the bitter cold land quickly gathered on the training ground.

. . . . . .

In the Fengtian Hall, Li Che paused slightly as he watched the waiter beside him release the white dove in his hand.

Then he continued:

"Order He Conglong of the Southwestern Military Region to mobilize 20,000 elite firearms troops!"