"Your Majesty is here."

Accompanied by a loud signal from the courtesy officer, a carriage slowly drove into the Korean army camp in Anyi City.

Facing the gazes of all the soldiers present, Han Hou Han Ruoshan, dressed in green robes, slowly stepped out of the carriage.

"I will finally pay my respects to you, Your Majesty."

Looking at Prime Minister Han Ye standing in front of him in armor, Han Ruoshan had a solemn expression on his face, "Thank you for your hard work, Prime Minister."

Han Ruoshan's words full of care and love echoed in his ears, and Han Ye's heart suddenly felt warm.

He straightened his back and looked at the person in front of him solemnly, "Your Majesty, I am a minister of South Korea. I will work hard for South Korea."

Slowly walking up to his prime minister, Han Ruoshan stretched out his right hand and patted his shoulder lightly a few times, saying nothing.

Afterwards, Han Ruoshan, followed by Han Ye, slowly stood on the high platform in front and stood in front of the numerous Korean troops present.

First, he gently took off the sword from his waist. Han Ruoshan held it up and walked step by step to the front of his prime minister.

"Your Majesty..." Looking at the sword in front of him, Han Ye, as the general of the army, didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this moment, Han Ruoshan's face was full of solemnity, and low but powerful words appeared in Han Ye's ears.

"Xiangguo, this sword was given to me by the late king himself. Today I will give it to the prime minister. I only hope that the prime minister can use this long sword to win victory for me and South Korea."

After listening to Han Ruoshan's words, Han Ye stretched out his hands very slowly and took the long sword from the opponent's hand.

This long sword actually doesn't weigh much, but in Han Ye's view at this moment, his hand is holding a huge weight.

This long sword is not just a long sword, it represents Han Ruoshan's trust in himself, and it also weighs on the entire South Korea.

After a moment of silence, Han Ye suddenly raised the long sword above his head, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will use this sword to win for South Korea."

"Okay, I will wait in Xinzheng for the Prime Minister's triumphant return."

After the conversation with Prime Minister Han Ye ended, Han Ruoshan turned his eyes to the numerous Korean soldiers below.

Looking around, Han Ruoshan felt that there were only green figures left in his field of vision, and gradually a sense of determination appeared in his eyes.

These are the soldiers of South Korea.

There were not many impassioned vows to go to war, nor was there any unanimous shouting from all the people. Han Ruoshan just bowed to the front with great solemnity.

"Soldiers, I'm begging you, I'm begging you of South Korea."

When this roar was carried by the breeze to the Korean soldiers under the school field, the fighting spirit that had been accumulated for a long time erupted like a volcano at this moment.

"Your Majesty will last for thousands of years!"

"Your Majesty will last for thousands of years!"

"Your Majesty will last for thousands of years!"

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Countless roars gathered at this moment, and the momentum seemed to be able to break through the sky.

After a long time, when the momentum slowly subsided, Han Ye, as the general of the army, slowly stepped forward.

Facing the Korean soldiers with high fighting spirit in front, Han Ye suddenly grasped the hilt of the long sword in his hand, and a cold light shot straight into the sky.

"The army marches out!"

After the general gave an order, the Korean soldiers present lined up in neat ranks and walked out of the camp with heavy steps.

Passing through the streets of Anyi, which were bustling in the past but are full of solemnity today, under the gaze of countless eyes, this Korean army embarked on its own journey.

A long time later, when the people around were still discussing the scene they had just seen, a figure quietly disappeared into the crowd, as if it had not appeared at all.

After walking around the surrounding streets several times to confirm that there was no danger, the man finally stopped in front of a fairly prosperous wine shop in Xinzheng City.

Entering the wine shop and looking at a waiter guarding the door, he heard the man ask in a deep voice: "Xiao Shui, is the master here?"

"Here, Xiaoliang, the master asked you to go to the backyard to meet him as soon as you come back."

"okay, I get it."

After getting the necessary information from the waiter named Shui, Xiaoliang looked around again, and then cautiously came to the door of a room in the backyard.

"Dong dong dong..."

A rhythmic knocking on the door sounded in the backyard, and then a middle-aged man's voice came from inside the room.

"who?"

"it's me."

Xiao Liang's voice fell, and the room fell into silence at first. After a while, the door quickly opened.

"come on in."

After calling Xiao Liang into the room, a middle-aged man stuck his head out and once again made sure there was no one else around before closing the door.

Turning around and looking at Xiaoliang behind him, the middle-aged man asked softly: "How is the situation?"

"Master, I personally saw a Korean army leaving the city, numbering no less than 20,000. As for its whereabouts, it is not known yet."

From the words of this Xiaoliang, it is not difficult to tell that the master in front of him and him are not as simple as they seem on the surface. Their true identity is the secret work of Wei Guo lurking in South Korea.

Sun Tzu once said: "Know yourself and your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger."

Since the feud between Wei and South Korea, Wei's secret agents lurking in South Korea have been active. They are always inquiring about South Korea's military mobilization, food and grass supplies, etc.

The wine shop in front of them is just one of the strongholds of these Wei soldiers in Xinzheng City, and their latest task is to pay attention to the mobilization of the Korean army.

After listening to Xiaoliang's words, the middle-aged man frowned and wandered around the room.

A few days ago, the Korean military camp lurking outside the city had already shown signs of being dispatched. If we add the 20,000 troops that left the city today...

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man's face became more and more gloomy. He knew that South Korea might be about to have a face-to-face decisive battle with Wei.

After realizing this, the middle-aged man quickly returned to a few cases and began to write quickly on a silk book with the ink pen in his hand.

After a while, the middle-aged man rolled up the silk book very carefully and put it into a special thin tube.

After finishing all this, the middle-aged man handed the thin tube to Xiao Liang, "Send this news back to Daliang quickly. It is of great importance and there must be no mistakes."

"Here."

Soon, such a battle report on the mobilization of Korean troops was sent to Daliang City, the core place of the Wei State south of the river.

"General, we have urgent military information sent to Daliang."

Hearing this report from the commander outside the tent, in the central tent of the Wei army's camp, Gongsun Qi, the chief general of the Wei army, withdrew his eyes from the map in front of him.

"Come in."
Chapter completed!