"Sir, tell me to leave?"

At the military tent of Zhenhaiwei Camp, Zhao Yang stood up with a "twist" sound and looked at Yao Guangcheng in front of him.

"Boy, don't think that you can fight and train troops, you are a person." Yao Guangcheng didn't say anything, and Mu Chengzi, who was standing beside him, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Yang.

"I don't dare, but now, how can I, Zhao Yang, leave?" Zhao Yang clasped his fists at Mu Chengzi and said loudly.

"Do you think that the demon clan's killing list is just for fun?" Mu Chengzi said in a deep voice in anger: "It's as strong as Liu Qilin back then..."

"Okay," Yao Guangcheng raised his hand, interrupted Mu Chengzi's words, and then looked at Zhao Yang: "This is an order, leave immediately, and wait for your army to train and take shape. I will call you to the front line."

"The army is trained in shape?" Zhao Yang's face showed a strange look, and he looked at the other black robe worshipers in the tent, then turned to the leading generals and officers of the First Battalion below, and whispered: "At that time, the 300,000 troops of the First Battalion of the New Army were almost all gone, right?"

Yao Guangcheng and Mu Chengzi's expressions changed, and the other men in black robes lowered their heads and said nothing, and the generals from the first camp were pale.

In the big tent, no one spoke for a while.

"As a matter of fact, one general succeeded and ten thousand bones were tiring..." Zhao Yang raised his head and sighed softly.

Zhao Yang was determined to make these mortals and low-level practitioners have their own strength. He worked hard to train the soldiers so that they could have the power to surpass their own cultivation and class limitations.

But this power is still not worth mentioning in the eyes of advanced practitioners.

Those powerful people who are above all else will not take these people seriously, nor will they care about their lives.

"Hmph, you Zhao Yang are not qualified to claim that you are 'a general'. One day you will be shocked by the battle." Yao Guangcheng snorted lightly and said impatiently: "Thank you to your soldiers and leave quickly. I don't want your soldiers."

"Sir, how can I train an iron-blooded warrior without going through bloody battles? I retreated before the battle, and I, Zhao Yang, was not in a good mood. I am afraid I will never succeed!" Zhao Yang ignored Yao Guangcheng's words, raised his head and said loudly.

Yao Guangcheng slowly stood up and stared at Zhao Yang, his eyes as if he was about to spit out: "Does my human race lack geniuses? What I lack in Xizhou is the living genius!"

He strode to Zhao Yang and pointed at Zhao Yang: "Don't feel good? Liu Qilin also said this at the beginning, but he died in the sea estuary. None of the 30,000 Qilin Guards survived, causing our Xizhou human race to accumulate and die for three hundred years."

"Liu Qilin died at the mouth of the sea in Dayu, the Qin Changtian sword of Lingyun Sword Sect broke through the Tianjing, and Huo Zhan in Liuyan Valley turned into Tianhuo and the enemy. Su Zi, the prince of Xiyue, painted the foundation at the age of sixteen, the golden elixir at the age of twenty-three, and was known as the first young man in Xizhou..."

Yao Guangcheng's face showed a deep sadness: "It was such a person who was eventually plotted by the demon clan, his cultivation was completely lost, and his whereabouts were unknown. For thousands of years, the only one who could be called a genius in Xizhou was the only one who could be called a genius in Changli Daozi, who forgot his love and found the supreme Taoism, and became one of the giants in Xizhou today."

"How many amazing people in the demon race can eventually become pillars of our human race every year?"

Mu Chengzi, who was silent on the side, sighed: "My uncle, Guangmu Zhenren, was once called the Yinling Tomb who is most expected to touch the Taoist realm in three thousand years." He raised his head and looked at Zhao Yang with a hint of earnestness in his eyes: "In the end, he was surrounded by the twelve Yuanyings of the Demon Clan and killed in Sanyang Mountain."

"Zhao Yang, do you understand?"

You understand.

Only by living can you have a future.

Living is the greatest contribution to the human race.

Why doesn’t Zhao Yang understand these words?

He wished he could be a cultivator who did not care about the world. He could rely on his golden fingers and would become a figure in the top of Xizhou, or even the entire Tianxuan World, after thousands of years.

However, after seeing the tragic tragedy on the river, can his heart calm down and practice alone?

It is impossible. If this is true, he might not be able to break through the Golden Elixir Realm after practicing for a thousand years.

A practitioner will lose his energy and will never be able to live for thousands of years.

"Brother Zhao, I know your ability to train troops, but it's not that you, Zhao Yang, can't we defend the embankment, right?" A general with a whiskered face in the first camp, sitting behind Zhao Yang, stood up and said loudly.

"That's right, there are thousands of tombstones on this dike, not only my Sun Wannian, but you Zhao Yang are not worth it." Another general also stood up.

Then, all the first battalion generals sitting behind Zhao Yang stood up, staring at Zhao Yang with bright eyes.

"Okay!" Zhao Yang turned around and smiled on his face: "Since you guys look down on me, Zhao Yang, then I won't go to the dam."

When everyone in the tent was filled with joy when they heard Zhao Yang's words.

This joy is not for oneself, for Zhao Yang's immortality, and for the immortality of human genius.

"But I won't leave here."

Zhao Yang's words made everyone's smile froze on their faces.

"I have a method of training troops, and I can share with you. I have a secret realm that can help everyone train troops. I have spirit stones and magic weapons. I, Zhao Yang, don't go to the battlefield. I can do logistics for everyone, right?" After saying that, Zhao Yang raised his head and looked at Yao Guangcheng in front of him.

"Just your little family background, what's my camp--" Before Yao Guangcheng finished speaking, Zhao Yang waved his hand, and ten crystal clear top-quality spirit stones hung in front of him.

Yao Guangcheng opened his mouth and finally stopped talking. He swept his sleeves and put away the spirit stone.

Zhao Yang grinned and turned his face: "Brothers, why don't we change our equipment first?"

In Zhenhaiwei Camp, Yao Guangcheng led Mu Chengzi and others, staring blankly at the tens of thousands of troops lined up in long rows, and then each received a top-grade mortal armor and weapons.

The top-grade mortal artifacts can be taken out from the camp, but no one can do these thousands of dress-ups.

Not only these top-grade magic weapons, but all military academies have received magic weapons. As long as they are in the Qi Refining Realm, each person will be given a dozen frost talismans.

"This Zhao Yang is really..."

"Local tyrant." A black robe worshiper's eyes shining.

"Yeah." Yao Guangcheng nodded and reached out to take out a top-quality spirit stone.

He was reluctant to use the spirit stone before, but at this time, he felt that he could still use it.

"boom--"

"Dong--"

"Dong--"

The sound of war drums came from the embankment, and Yao Guangcheng's body flashed with inspiration and his body flew away.

"Zhao Yang, you can't go to the embankment when you pass the sun guard."

Several black robe worshippers showed their bodies, and the heroic spirit banner was displayed and flew towards the embankment.

The army, who had just changed their equipment, ran towards the embankment with great momentum, led by the general and the captain.

Zhao Yang curled his lips and shouted: "He Shuangchi, cure the monsters. When the brothers return victoriously, serve them with good wine and meat-" "Okay!" He Shuangchi rolled up his sleeves and said: "Brother Zhao, should I roast or cook?"

...

Standing in the camp, Zhao Yang watched the blood light soaring into the sky on the other side of the embankment flash from time to time, and the sound of killing sounds higher than the waves came from his ears.

From noon to the west of the sun.

The soldiers who were changing clothes in the camp rushed to the embankment in groups, but no one came down.

The last sunset fell, and the sound of war drums and shouts gradually stopped on the other side of the embankment.

Teams of soldiers retreated from the embankment and slowly came towards the camp.

"He Shuangchi, is the meat rotten? Is the wine hot?" Zhao Yang said loudly with joy on his face.

"It's rotten, it's rotten, it's rotten long ago!" He Shuangchi was covered in fireworks, and behind him were hundreds of steaming pots.

Zhao Yang ran to the gate of the camp and shouted: "Brothers, wine and meat pipe--"

On the opposite side, each soldier looked down, and the swords and guns in his hands were two, three, and the armor they were covered with were two, three.
Chapter completed!