The other 40,000 Demon Iron Cavalry remained in the capital to protect the monarch. They could not be taken away even when the Queen Mother traveled, let alone when Fang Yun went north.
However, there are too many rare resources such as demon iron plundered from the Jiaosheng Palace. The Engineering Hall has agreed to prepare one million sets of demon iron cavalry equipment for Fang Yun alone to arm the soldiers of the Xuemang Realm.
Long before coming here, Fang Yun had never thought of borrowing troops from the court. In Fang Yun's eyes, the words and deeds of the Left Prime Minister Liu Shan were just like a circus. What really caused his dissatisfaction was that Liu Shan actually forced the Queen Mother to go to war in Ning'an.
"Then I will use their trick against you! When we return to the capital, we will completely wipe out Liushan!"
Fang Yun kept planning in his mind, deducing tens of thousands of possibilities while taking into account countless accidents.
Suddenly, the carriage stopped.
"Fang Xusheng, something seems to have happened at the Ministry of War. The door is blocked. Let's take a detour." The coachman's voice came from outside the door.
"Is there anyone who dares to cause trouble in front of the Ministry of War?" Fang Yun's mind moved, and his hearing improved, allowing him to hear clearly the conversation nearly a hundred feet away.
The driver explained, "It started three days ago. The three fronts were defeated, many soldiers died in the battle, and the old men who had lost their sons ran to the Ministry of War and made a scene. Yesterday, some old soldiers from the three fronts arrived in the capital to tell them about the details of the front line. After hearing about it, the old men refused to give in and demanded that the old soldiers who had escaped back kowtow to their dead sons. It seems that there are more old soldiers from the three fronts who are blocked there."
"I'm going to get off the car and walk around. You follow me."
Fang Yong finished speaking in a cold tone, got off the carriage, and walked slowly towards the Ministry of War as if taking a stroll.
The coachman drove the minister's carriage and followed slowly behind.
The driver followed Fang Yun and looked at the people nearby in surprise. The more he looked, the angrier he became.
The human saint in green was walking on the road, but not a single citizen took the initiative to greet him. Does the country of Jing still have any etiquette
But the next moment, the driver suddenly remembered that sometimes when Wen Xiang was in the crowd, many people seemed to ignore him.
"This... Could it be that Fang Xusheng has also reached the same level as the master a few years ago?" The driver secretly clicked his tongue and looked at Fang Yun's back with more and more awe.
The entrance to the Ministry of War was crowded with people. The soldiers who were supposed to maintain order had sad faces and did not dare to drive the people away.
Fang Yun walked into the crowd, and everyone instinctively made way for him without looking at him.
Fang Yun successfully squeezed into the crowd and stood in the innermost circle.
At the foot of the stairs of the Ministry of War, seven dusty soldiers were kneeling on the ground. Each soldier's armor was in tatters, each soldier had scars on his body, and some of the soldiers' wounds were still oozing blood.
In front of these soldiers stood nearly a hundred elderly people, both men and women, all with angry looks on their faces.
An old woman pressed a young soldier's nose with her index finger and cursed, "How dare you come back? My son was younger than you and he died on the battlefield. Why did you come back? You are a bunch of deserters! Why doesn't God kill you? When my son was killing barbarians on the battlefield, what did you do?"
An old man hit another soldier with a cane, cursing as he hit him: "You bastard! The soldiers on the front line are bleeding and sweating, but you are enjoying yourself here! Why don't you just die! Now that my son is dead, you must be buried with him! Get out of the capital!"
"Get out of the capital!"
Many elderly people cursed.
Several young soldiers lowered their heads, tears dripping down their cheeks.
The older veterans looked stony-faced, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to everything that was happening.
An old man in gorgeous clothes slapped a young soldier hard, and the crisp sound even interrupted the shouts and curses of others.
The young soldier lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and did not move.
The old man in fancy clothes pointed at the young soldier and cursed: "Who do you think you are? You are worthy of coming back alive? My son, a great scholar, died in the north. Why do you deserters have the right to come back? Why don't the monsters kill all of you deserters!"
"I... We are not deserters, we are retreating after being defeated..."
Snapped!
Before the young soldier could finish his words, the old man in fancy clothes raised his hand and slapped him again, cursing: "My son is dead, and you are still alive. You are a deserter! You deserve to die! You dare to be stubborn? I will beat you to death!"
The old man in fancy clothes stretched out his hands and slapped the young soldier left and right.
The young soldier gritted his teeth and did not move.
The old men cheered, and many people in the distance frowned.
The soldiers in front of the Ministry of War saw this scene, sighed, but did not dare to step forward.
A butcher-like man in the crowd complained quietly, "Jingguo has been at war for years, and every family has lost relatives or friends, and I have never seen anyone taking out their anger on the soldiers. Look at these soldiers, if they were deserters, they would have been killed long ago. They are obviously coming back to report the situation, so that our court can have a better understanding of the situation on the front line. They are helping us."
"After these soldiers have recovered, they will go to the front lines to fight. There is no way they can be deserters."
"Why doesn't anyone persuade those people?"
"I can't persuade them. At least one of these people has lost a child or grandchild. Whoever persuades me will be scolded. Even the military officials don't dare to offend them, let alone us."
"They are quite pitiful, but you can't take your anger out on the soldiers."
At this moment, a young man in blue clothes walked out of the crowd, rushed between the old man in gorgeous clothes and the soldier, raised his hands high, and waved at the old man.
Snapped!
With a resounding slap, the old man fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth, as if a bottle of soy sauce had been knocked over.
The old man was knocked unconscious and lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.
The hundreds of elderly people also stayed where they were, staring at Fang Yun stupidly.
"Fang... Fang Xusheng!"
Everyone recognized Fang Yun. Most of the people knelt down on both knees, while some half-knelt on one knee.
An old woman was so frightened that her legs were shaking, but she still mustered up the courage to point at Fang Yun and yell, "You... you dare to hit an old man?"
Fang Yun raised his chin high, glanced at the old men with contempt, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, if you dare to curse, I will beat you until you dare not curse anymore!"
"You... you are not a human being!" The old woman was so angry that her whole body was shaking!
Fang Yun did not hide the contempt in his eyes.
"I... I'm going to fight you!" The old woman was so angry that she lowered her head and bumped into Fang Yun.
"roll!"
Fang Yun raised his right hand and slapped the old woman on the cheek. The old woman screamed and fell to the ground. Her eyes went dark and stars appeared in front of her eyes.
"Murder! Fang Xu Sheng is killing people! Fang Xu Sheng can't defeat the monsters, so he wants to kill us old people! All the saints, open your eyes and see what has become of Jingguo..."
The old woman was throwing a tantrum and Fang Yun was looking at her coldly.
The people and soldiers nearby were of different expressions. Some could not understand why Fang Yun hit the old man, some did not expect the old man to commit suicide in this way, some were thinking deeply, and some glared at Fang Yun...
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