After the system made the announcement, Zhou Yang assigned tasks. Every time there was a discount in the city, it would always be packed. This was the first time Wanjie Lou had a discount, so there would be a lot of people.
Zhou Yang was in charge of the front desk of Wanjie Lou, Bouma was in charge of the first floor, and Gaoyao was in charge of the second floor.
Not long after, Zhou Yang saw Yue Buqun walk in with an old man, "Martial Uncle, this is Wanjie Lou, and this is the owner of Wanjie Lou."
The old man had white hair, a face like a baby, and wore white clothes. He looked like an immortal, and his eyes were sharp.
"Owner, this is my Martial Uncle, Feng Qingyang." Yue Buqun carefully introduced. Who knew if this owner would care about his Martial Uncle?
"Name: Feng Qingyang.
Identity: The Proud Martial Artist, Inheritor of the Solitary Nine Swords. "
"Greetings, Senior Feng." Zhou Yang cupped his hands.
"Greetings, Boss." Feng Qingyang looked around, a little excited. There really were three thousand worlds.
Do you know the loneliness of being invincible?
Do you know the loneliness of not having a single person in the world who is a match for you?
Is there no one in the world who can make you feel pain when you strike with your sword?
Originally, he lived in seclusion at the top of Mount Hua. He was a little dissatisfied with Yue Buqun, the sect leader of the Mount Hua Sect. He had been stuck at the bottleneck of the Postnatal realm for five years, but recently, he had broken through two small realms.
He couldn't help but ask. When Yue Buqun found out that there was such a powerful expert in his sect, he was naturally ecstatic. He had naturally heard of Feng Qingyang, an expert that existed when the Sword and Qi sects split. Then, because of the invasion of the Devil Sect, Feng Qingyang naturally knew about the lost inheritance of Mount Hua.
Since his Martial Uncle was eating meat, he could at least drink some soup on the side. Unfortunately, Feng Qingyang had never been to Wanjie Lou, so he couldn't enter even if he wanted to. At this time, Yue Buqun heard that Wanjie Lou was offering a discount, so he immediately brought his Martial Uncle over.
Looking at Feng Qingyang's excited expression, Zhou Yang could guess a thing or two. The loneliness of an expert? In a while, he wouldn't be lonely anymore.
He was an expert in The Smiling, Proud Martial Artist, but in other worlds, he was only at the top level.
Following Yue Buqun's arrival, more and more people arrived. In just a short while, there were already hundreds of Wanjie Lou's people. They were all gathered in twos and threes.
"Zhu Youjian, how's the gathering of your troops?" Song Gaozong, Zhao Gou, after strolling around Wanjie Lou, discovered that the Chongzhen Emperor, Zhu Youjian, was also strolling around, and strode over.
Right now, they were just taking a look at the treasures that they fancied and remembering where they were located. When it was time to trade later, they could immediately go and grab it so that no one else could snatch it away.
They had no idea what Heavenly Merit Points were, so they were still waiting for Zhou Yang's explanation. If they bought a treasure worth several thousand Merit Points, they would be able to save several hundred Merit Points in one go.
Taking advantage of this leisure time, they might as well "communicate" with the Chongzhen Emperor, Zhu Youjian.
Although the eight of them had formed the Eight-Nation Alliance, it didn't mean that there was no conflict between the two of them. It was just that this conflict was much smaller compared to destroying the opposing forces within the country. However, Zhao Gou would not miss the opportunity to mock the Chongzhen Emperor.
"Not much, I've mobilized ten thousand Guan Ning Iron Cavalry who use firearms." The Chongzhen Emperor, Zhu Youjian, said indifferently. "Zhao Gou, you probably don't know what firearms are, but it doesn't matter. When the war starts, I'll give you a hundred Three-Eyed Godly Guns."
"Oh, then I'll wait and see. I wonder if my dynasty's general, Yue Pengju's thirty thousand Yue Clan Army, is as strong as your Guan Ning Iron Cavalry." Song Gaozong, Zhao Gou, was slightly pleased. "Of course, how could I only mobilize thirty thousand Yue Clan Army, as well as Han Shizhong, Wu Jie, Zhang Jun, and other generals. I'll also mobilize seventy thousand elite soldiers from the Imperial Army."
"A total of a hundred thousand soldiers, what do you think?" Song Gaozong, Zhao Gou, looked sincerely at the Chongzhen Emperor, Zhu Youjian, his eyes flashing with a hint of a smile.
A hundred thousand soldiers, are you dumbfounded? You're the ruler of a fallen country, can you gather fifty thousand old and weak soldiers?
"En, a hundred thousand soldiers is a little too little. I've only gathered a hundred and twenty thousand soldiers now. Two days later, gathering two hundred thousand should not be a problem."
Ming Wu Zong, Zheng De Emperor, Zhu Houzhao, was much more domineering. When he came to Wanjie, he actually wore a full set of golden armor. He was a little excited and excited about the upcoming war.
"Yue Fei is indeed worthy of respect. He's a loyal, brave, and good at fighting." Song Taizong, Zhao Guangyi, walked over from the side with a majestic gait. He praised, "I don't know how the Yang Clan Army will compare to your army. However, I'm afraid that they won't be able to compete, so I've mobilized another two hundred thousand Imperial Army soldiers."
Song Taizong was full of confidence. He was the second emperor of Great Song. Many of the armies in the country were elite soldiers from various countries. Other than the Yang Clan Army, he had also mobilized two hundred thousand Imperial Army soldiers. He was confident that the number of troops under his command was definitely one of the best in the Eight-Nation Alliance.
He could not lose face in front of these juniors.
These few emperors gathered together, and naturally attracted many people's attention.
"These emperors, what are they doing?" A rich merchant from the Tang Dynasty looked around curiously, hoping that someone would know.
"What exactly happened? I'm not sure. It seems that after His Majesty went back, he directly promoted Yue Fei to be the Grand Marshal of the army. He also selected the Imperial Army and stationed them outside Linan City. "
"Oh? Us too. I heard from my father that His Majesty also issued an imperial edict in court. He ordered all the troops that could reach Shun Tian Prefecture within five days to gather. "
"F * ck! Will it be a war between the Ming Kingdom and Great Song? "They naturally knew about the conflict between the Ming Kingdom and Great Song at the auction.
"I don't think so." The Song people were a little nervous. The Jin Kingdom had almost beaten them like dogs. If they still had to fight with the army of the Ming Kingdom, wouldn't they die directly?
"I think it will definitely not happen." An official from the Ming Kingdom wiped the slight sweat on his forehead. The Ming Kingdom had a lot of troubles at the border. Moreover, there were countless peasants in the country. If the two countries were to fight, it would be a mess.
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Seeing the other emperors gathered together, Ming Yingzong, Zhu Qizhen, who looked hesitant, also walked forward. He was a bit silent. The only bright general, Yu Qian, was still a civilian official. Compared to the brave generals like Yue Fei and the Yang Clan Army Army, he was naturally not as smart. He slightly regretted agreeing to the suggestion of the Chongzhen Emperor, Zhu Youjian.
However, if he went back on his words in front of the seven emperors, his reputation would be tarnished to the whole universe.
Song Huizong, Zhao Ji, walked over leisurely and said with a smile, "Hmm, then my army might be the largest. No more and no less than 500,000 troops."
"Damn, so ruthless! Aren't you afraid that 500,000 troops won't even be able to line up properly? " The emperors of the Ming Dynasty were a bit disdainful. The emperors of the Song Dynasty were also a bit worried. 500,000 troops would not only be of no help, but they would also cause more trouble.
"Don't worry. I just recruited more than 100 generals. Although there are no great generals, 500,000 troops can still be controlled." Song Huizong, Zhao Ji, smiled and said.
Seeing this, the emperors didn't say anything. When the time came, they just needed to stay away from his army.
The six emperors chatted for a long time and looked around in Wanjie Lou. They actually didn't find Ming Guangzong, Zhu Changluo, and Song Qinzong, Zhao Heng. The expressions of the emperors couldn't help but change slightly. The Eight-Nation Alliance hadn't gathered yet. Could it be that they had already split up?
"Of the two of them, one has been emperor for slightly more than a month, and the other has been emperor for slightly more than a year. Could the two of them have died?" The Chongzhen Emperor's expression was a bit ugly. He didn't care about Song Qinzong's life or death at all. However, he still respected his cheap father, Ming Guangzong, Zhu Changluo, very much.
At that time, Zhu Changluo had a conflict with Song Gaozong and Zhao Gou, but Zhu Changluo had supported him. He had clearly told Zhu Changluo not to eat red pills and to buy more treasures to strengthen his body. Could it be that he had forgotten?
The expressions of the other five emperors were also ugly. After all, they hadn't even finished their apprenticeship, and two armies had already died. It was so inauspicious. If the army was defeated when they attacked Oboi, it would be really embarrassing.
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