After Yang Xing came out of the inner courtyard, he and Li Zhongzi continued to rush to the Liaodong battlefield with a group of small military doctors.

This is a rare field training, and you can make military achievements to gain future promotion chips, so the apprentices selected for medical centers are very happy.

Behind Yang Xing were several servants from the royal palace, carrying heavy luggage, and sent them out. The inside was filled with things that the female family in the inner courtyard brought to Hou Xuanyan. They were brought to the door of the royal palace. The officer responsible for escorting them was Wu Ye, the general of the Hangzhou garrison army. After seeing these things, he refused sternly: "When I go there, I am carrying military orders on my back. If I go there one step later, it will be a waste of the war. If I have a robbery and cannot be treated, it will be a life."

Yang Xing said with a smile: "These things are entrusted by the princess, can we...?"

"Military orders are like mountains and military laws are like mountains, how can we tolerate feelings?"

Yang Xing's face turned cold. This general was not of high rank, but he dared to refute the princesses' face.

Li Zhongzi also advised: "The prince is not an ordinary person after all, and it will not affect our speed by bringing some tribute."

Wu Ye looked at the boxes of things of all sizes, and how could it not affect the speed of the march when he was transporting so many things back and forth? Although he also respected the prince very much, the military law was decided by the prince, and he was even more unacceptable to the extramarital feelings.

Yang Xing is a traditional gentry. He never thought that this young officer was so ignorant and could not say anything good. Thinking of his daughter's entrustment and the thanks from other princesses, he refused to give up.

In the end, when the doctor met the soldier, Yang Xing chose to compromise and only brought a cotton coat entrusted by his daughter, and set off on the road in anger.

When the servants of the royal palace carried back a few large boxes, Huang Ying'er, Qian Wei and others were helpless...

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At this time in Liaodong, Hou Xuanyan and his men finally stepped into Shanhaiguan, where the place had been burned by arson bombs beyond recognition.

Even Yao Yiyao himself was shocked and could not speak in surprise after seeing his masterpiece of arson bomb. As a firearm expert, he naturally pursued the maximization of power, but after seeing the damage caused with his own eyes, Yao Yiyao said sadly: "It is better to use less of this kind of shell."

Hou Xuanyan disagreed and said enthusiastically: "After you go back, continue to improve this arson bomb. What I want is a mass production, not an extremely precious treasure."

The other generals were all dukes of the current dynasty, and the ones who formed the team were all earls. After hearing Hou Xuanyan's words, they all expressed their agreement and praised Yao Yiyao's achievements.

Yao Yiyao rekindled the motivation for innovation and took a boat back to Penglai with several of the Denglai Navy's confidant backbone.

The soldiers of the three armies repaired Shanhai Pass and then occupied the powerful pass and continued to advance northward.

The cold wind freezes the troops of the Northern Expedition Army, but it also has benefits. The ground was frozen strong and did not become muddy due to the water melting, making the transportation work smooth.

Hou Xuanyan, who was worried about in the royal palace, was as happy as a tiger entering the deep mountains when he arrived at the military camp.

Jinling City on the banks of the Qinhuai River is better, but after all, heroes are short of their temper and love for their children. Compared with the army, there is less male pleasure and slightness.

During the four years of the Northern Expedition, Hou Xuanyan rushed from south to north, from east to west, and went to various main battlefields. He had experienced more than 300 battles in all sizes and almost never stopped.

The war trained him into a qualified commander, and the compassionate feelings brought by later generations made him gain enough support in his strokes.

At sunset, the Northern Expedition Army camped on the beach, and the navy's warships were anchored on the sea in the distance. Under the bloody setting sun, a few wisps of smoke from cooking fires flew into the air.

Hou Xuanyan walked in the military camp, following his generals, Zheng Zunqian and Hangzhou General Sun Jiaji. Wherever he passed, there were soldiers and generals who were eating around a bonfire. After seeing them, they looked at them sideways.

Hou Xuanyan looked at the surrounding terrain and ordered a secret whistle to be placed. After all, this is Liaodong, the home court of Wu Sangui, Kong Youde and others. You must be prepared at all times to ensure safety.

Suddenly a voice exclaimed: "Why are you?"

Hou Xuanyan turned around and saw that it was a young general with a treacherous head and a little familiar between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Who are you..."

"Zhang Xiaoyuan, West Lake, let's swim through West Lake together!" the young player shouted excitedly.

Hou Xuanyan finally remembered that he and Yang Zhan went to Hangzhou to get a job because Yang Zhan was from Sichuan and had never visited West Lake, nor did he visit West Lake in the Ming Dynasty.

When they went to the West Lake, they met the young men from the Hangzhou martial arts lecture hall and visited the lake, and they got together.

These boys left a good impression on Hou Xuanyan at the beginning. Hou Xuanyan laughed and said, "It's you boy, have you been transferred to Liaodong? You have to try your wish."

Zhang Xiaoyuan's face was flushed, his slightly black face was excited, and he clasped his fists and said, "I didn't see the prince's identity that day."

"Haha, it's normal to see that the other day was Yang Zhan, Duke of Shu."

The huge sense of happiness made the young general Zhang Xiaoyuan a little dizzy. He actually wandered across the lake with such two important figures in a confused manner.

Hou Xuanyan turned around and asked, "This is your student in the Hangzhou Martial Arts Hall. How is it?"

Sun Jiaji smiled and said, "Xiao Yuan is not bad. I read the previous battle report. He killed three Qing soldiers and was quite brave in charge. He has been awarded the third-class merit."

Hou Xuanyan nodded. It seemed that Zhang Xiaoyuan was also a general, otherwise why would the Hangzhou general know about the third-class merit?

Seeing Hou Xuanyan's face, Sun Jiaji leaned forward and whispered: "Prince, his brother is Zhang Yuanhua, one of the four righteous men of Fengyang. When the prince attacked Fengyang City, the four spies from Qianxiang Camp knew that they would die and went out of the city to send a message. In the end, Xie Jingzhe survived. He inserted the short blade of Qianxiang Camp into the graves of three brothers, and since then he hid and looked at the four families, all of whom regarded them as their close relatives. This matter has been widely circulated and has been compiled into a storytelling book and circulated among the people. The four brothers have a high reputation."

Hou Xuanyan had a look of his eyelids. He remembered that they were talking about his father. It seemed that these boys were very ambitious and did not expect to rely on their brother's fame everywhere to make people look up to him. At that time, the people of Fengyang City were so miserable that they were almost massacred by Jierharang, a dog thief, and they all died tragically. There were dead bodies hanging at the doors of every household, and the corpses at the corners and alleys were piled up like mountains. The moment Hou Xuanyan entered the city, he almost thought he had arrived in hell on earth.

If it weren't for the empty information from the Qianxiang Camp at that time, and I was thinking about surrounding and supporting the enemy, I would have probably been ravaged for dozens of days.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Hou Xuanyan said to Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Since you have the opportunity to come to Liaodong, you should seize it. This time there are some fierce battles to fight. I'm waiting for the day to reward you."

Zhang Xiaoyuan clasped his fists heavily, his eyes firm and his waist was straight, and he really looked like a Northern Expedition Army.

Hou Xuanyan walked forward with a laugh. There are juniors like this, and there are really successors.

After walking dozens of steps, Hou Xuanyan turned around and said to Zheng Zunqian and Sun Jiaji: "Maybe in the next battle, we can drink and have fun in Jinling, watch the beautiful women singing and dancing, and the wonderful dancers' figures, and then wait for the good news to come, and say lightly, 'The children have already broken the thief'. Thinking about that state is quite desirable."
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