Chapter 1998 (1/2)

The other 40000 demon iron cavalry stayed in the capital to protect the monarch. Even the Empress Dowager could not take them away when traveling, let alone Fang Yun to the north.

However, there are too many rare resources such as demon iron looted from jiaosheng palace. Gongdian has promised to prepare one million sets of demon iron cavalry equipment for Fang Yun alone to arm the soldiers in the blood world.

Fang Yun had never thought of borrowing troops from the imperial court long before he came. In Fang Yun's eyes, Liu Shan's words and deeds were like juggling. What really aroused dissatisfaction was that Liu Shan forced the Empress Dowager to go to Ning'an.

”Then I'll do what I want! When the teacher returns to the dynasty, it's the day to completely eliminate Liushan!”

Fang Yun constantly plans and deduces tens of thousands of possibilities in his mind, taking into account countless accidents.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

”Fang Xusheng, there seems to be something wrong with the military department Yamen. The door is blocked. Let's take a detour.” the coachman's voice came from outside the door.

”Someone dares to make trouble in front of the Yamen of the Ministry of war?” Fang Yun thought and his hearing increased. He heard the conversation nearly a hundred feet away clearly.

The coachman explained: ”It started three days ago. The three sides were defeated and many soldiers were going to die. Those old people who lost their children ran to the Yamen of the military headquarters and made a lot of trouble. Yesterday, some veterans from the three sides arrived in the capital to tell the details of the front line. After knowing that, the old people refused to let go and asked those veterans who escaped to kowtow to their dead sons. It seems that there are three more Our veterans are stuck there. ”

”I'll get out of the car and walk. You follow me.”

Fang finished in a cold tone, got off the carriage, as if walking, and walked slowly to the Yamen of the military headquarters.

The coachman drove Wenxiang's carriage and followed slowly.

The coachman followed Fang Yun and looked at the people nearby in surprise. The more he looked, the more angry he became.

Xu Sheng, a man in green, walked on the road, but no people took the initiative to salute. Is there any etiquette in Jingguo?

But the next moment, the coachman suddenly remembered that sometimes when Wen Xiang was in the crowd, many people seemed to turn a blind eye.

”This...... has Fang Xusheng reached the level of the master a few years ago?” the coachman secretly smacked his tongue and looked at Fang Yun's back in awe.

The yamen gate of the Ministry of war was crowded with people. The soldiers who should have maintained order frowned and dared not drive the people away.

Fang Yun walked into the crowd. Everyone instinctively made way for him, but didn't see him.

Fang Yun pushed smoothly into the crowd and stood in the inner circle.

Just below the steps of the military department yamen, seven dusty soldiers knelt on the ground. Each soldier's armour was broken, each soldier had scars, and several soldiers' wounds were still bleeding.

In front of these soldiers stood nearly 100 old men and women, all with angry faces.

An old woman pressed her index finger on the nose of a young soldier and scolded, ”you still have the face to come back? My son is younger than you. He died in the battlefield. Why do you come back? A group of deserters! Why didn't God kill you! What did you do when my son killed barbarians on the battlefield?”

An old man beat another soldier with a crutch and scolded: ”bastard! The soldiers on the front line are bleeding and sweating, but you enjoy happiness here! Why don't you die! Now that my son is dead, you must bury him! Get out of the capital!”

”Get out of the capital!”

Many old people scolded.

Several young soldiers bowed their heads and tears trickled down.

The older veterans looked numb and turned a blind eye to what had happened.

An old man in Chinese clothes slapped a young soldier in the face, and his crisp voice even interrupted others' drinking and swearing.

The young soldier bowed his head, clenched his teeth and did not move.

The old man in Chinese clothes pointed at the young soldiers and scolded, ”what are you? You deserve to come back alive? My son's outstanding scholars died in the north. Why do you deserters come back? Why don't demon man kill all your deserters!”