The border area is originally a remote place, and now the frequent wars have made people suffer. The people complain, but they can only bear the consequences.

The temporary headquarters of the Western Route Army is located in Lingcheng, far less prosperous than the city in the Central Plains. It is built very firmly. Qiu Yu and others arrived here without stopping. As the Qianlong General, he was received by Commander Pan Yanzhao.

This is a courtyard with a large area, guarded by many soldiers with distinctive armor and guarded strictly. Under the leadership of a military general, Qiu Yu came to the hall and saw more than ten generals standing among them, all of whom looked at him, and someone immediately showed disdain.

In front is a red sandalwood table with handsome seals and even command arrows on it. On the back is a thin old man in purple robe sitting on the tiger-skinned chair. He is not good-looking but has a sharp look, giving Qiu Yu a sense that the other party's cultivation should be very high.

This is Pan Yanzhao, the commander of the Western Route Army. For Wang Yun, he had already received the news from the prince before and asked him to take good care of the upcoming cavalry General Qian. After careful consideration, he also had an idea in his mind.

Stopped in the hall, Qiuyu clasped his fists and said, "I will meet the commander-in-chief."

Pan Yanzhao nodded and said, "Are you a new martial arts top scholar?"

秋羽回应道:“正是.”

Pan Yanzhao said in a dark test: "You are very capable, you can be called a young hero. You can come to the border to participate in the war and serve the country. You are very good at doing this."

"I dare not say that my ability is. Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. I will be willing to serve the country." Qiu Yu said modestly, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart. I'm afraid that I can't get it well with you. Well, since you come, you can rest assured and wait and see what's going on.

"Good..." As soon as he praised Pan Yanzhao's turbid eyes rolled, "Then you lead your troops to the Luoyu area and join the Lanfeng army led by General Wangxiang, and follow him to attack the Chu* team."

“是,末将遵命.”

A trace of gloomy color flashed in Pan Yanzhao's eyes, "Go."

Qiu Yu turned around and left again. When he walked out of the hall, he heard a voice coming from inside, "This new top scorer in martial arts looks inconspicuous."

"What can he do with this? It seems that my successor to the Great Yan Kingdom is no one..."

This discussion made Qiu Yu frown. He was very unhappy, but he couldn't do anything. He could only walk out of the courtyard quickly, go to the square in the city, meet with a group of subordinates at the place, and then leave the city and quickly run to Luoyu area under the guidance of a special person.

At dusk, the cavalry battalion came to a vast mountain area and saw many tents built on the open space. Many soldiers were eating around the fire. This was the destination.

The arrival of the team did not attract much attention from the soldiers. For them, the dispatch of officers and soldiers was accustomed to it, which was far less important than filling their stomachs. Now they are on the front line of battle, and they can't say when they die, and they all have the idea of ​​living day by day.

The guard blocked the cavalry battalion and allowed Qiu Yu to go to the central army's tent. After turning over and dismounting, he followed the soldiers forward.

A monster of hundreds of kilograms was roasted on the fire in front of the tent, moving slowly with the rotation of the wheel. The roasted outside exuded a strong aroma. The soldiers cut the roasted parts directly with a knife and placed them in a copper plate, and brought them to the tent for the generals to enjoy.

Obviously, even on the front line, the living standards of a group of generals are quite good and they are quite particular. As for the soldiers, what they eat is far behind, just scones and vegetable soup.

There was a noise from the central army's tent, with music and unrestrained laughter. Seeing the scene of barbecue, Qiu Yu murmured in his heart, "Do you still have the intention to have fun in the war? Can you fight a good war?"

Following the soldiers entering the extremely wide tent, Qiu Yu was even more stunned. The entire tent was extremely large, with blankets made of animal skins on the ground. There were five young women wearing bright skirts, revealing their tender arms as tender as snow lotus roots, and their beautiful legs were faintly visible in the hem of the tulle skirt. They danced with music, but their faces were covered with veils. They could vaguely see their beautiful faces, like witches.

Next to it are low tables with delicious wine and delicacies. More than a dozen generals are raising their glasses while watching the beauty dance. The scene is lively. In the corner are several soldiers playing musical instruments, concentrating on their minds.

Behind the low table in front is General Wang Lane. He is as thick as a bear and has a fierce appearance. He is also the most trusted subordinate of the commander Pan Yanzhao, who is responsible for the rectification of Qiuyu.

Seeing this kid coming, a fierce light flashed in Wang Xiang's eyes, and he snorted coldly in his heart, little bastard, dare to go against King Yun, even if you are the top martial arts scholar, so what if you are the top martial arts scholar, you still have to follow my orders and see how you deal with you.

A group of generals glanced at Qiu Yu's face, watched him stop in the tent, bowed his hand and said, "I will meet the general with Qiu Yu."

Wang Xiang patted, the music stopped, and the five women rushed in different directions, corresponding to the highest official positions in the account and the person with special background.

As soon as the women sat down, they were taken into their arms by these generals. They couldn't help but moan, which made the generals with lower positions angry, but they could only be jealous, because this was the rule. They were not qualified to enjoy the gentleness of the dancer of the army. After all, there were only a few women, and they could only be played by the general and the head of the governor.

Of course, there are exceptions. The guy who was as thin as a bamboo pole was the fifth-rank commander of the same level as them, and he hugged a petite woman to explore freely. He was Pan Ting, the son of the commander of the Western Army. It was not unrelated to him that he was able to achieve such a position at the age of 31, and naturally he was admired by the general. He was allowed to have a dancer with the army, which made the generals at the same level quite envious and jealous, but there was no way. They had a super backer.

The round and smooth woman came to the general and sat down. Wang Xiang naturally took her over, put her left hand into her skirt, and then said in a deep voice: "I heard that you are the new top scholar in martial arts. No matter what your background is, I am just a general here. You have to be obedient, otherwise you will suffer."

What does it mean? Is it a warning first? This *** doesn't look like a good thing, it seems to be targeting me on purpose! Qiu Yu cursed in his heart, deeply experiencing Prime Minister Lang Haohan's concerns. The Western Army is under the control of King Yun, and I don't have the good fruits I have!

But now that things have come to this point, Qiu Yu can only endure it. Just in response to the words, how could he not bow his head under the eaves? He nodded and said, "The general has an order, how dare he not obey?"
Chapter completed!