Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 610 If the Eastern Frontier gains momentum, it will be time for a national war.

The others in the main hall looked at each other and shook their heads with smiles.

How many armies in the world can rival the veterans of the Wall in the North?
They were truly fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Regardless, the fact that these two men compared Qingyang Hou's troops to the Imperial Guard and the veterans of the Northern Great Wall shows how much they valued this army.

Ordinary soldiers are simply not worth their attention.

"Hehe," the Duke of Rongguo, dressed in purple robes and jade belt, chuckled, "Wen Liu's 'Wild Goose Feather Charge' technique reminds me of the vanguard general under the Blood-Clad Marquis twenty years ago."

He conjured a wisp of sword energy at his fingertips, mimicking the trajectory of the Black Riders: "It's a pity they lack the madness to break through formations and die. If they were placed in the Northern Dragon Cavalry Guards, they would at most be beacon commanders."

Dragon Riders.

Although the Duke of Rongguo's words carried a hint of disdain, compared to the Dragon Cavalry Guards, this was already a sign of great importance placed on Wen Liu.

The other military officers and marquises in the main hall had changing expressions, their eyes shining.

Is this the beginning of their scheme to recruit the talents under the command of Marquis Qingyang?

"Is that young man who formed the formation Chen Wu?" Duke Qin Chengye of Chen smiled and stroked his beard. "There are at least eight hundred captains of this age in the Twelve Guards of the Imperial City."

He turned to look at Duke Cheng, Lu Jun: "However, the ability to train new recruits to the point where they dare to withstand the blades of martial arts masters with their shoulders is a testament to their courage, and they are worthy of being tempered at the Great Wall in the North."

Duke Cheng turned his head away, refusing to look at him at all.

It's rare to see someone so elegant and refined in their undermining efforts.

The image of Yunming City's training ground slowly faded from the light screen, all sounds in the hall ceased abruptly, and everyone looked up at Emperor Yuankang at the head of the table.

"Chu Ting," Emperor Yuankang's voice was calm, "how many suits of armor can the Ministry of Works' forges produce in a year now?"

Chu Ting bowed and said, "Your Majesty, based on the current production capacity of the seventy-three official workshops, we can supply eight million sets of armor annually, but we still need to reduce the quota of agricultural tools in each prefecture by 20%."

"What if it triples?" The emperor's voice was calm and indifferent.

Everyone in the main hall was shocked.

Triple it!
With an annual production of eight million units, and a threefold increase, what is Your Majesty planning?
Chu Ting's expression shifted, he gritted his teeth slightly, and said in a low voice, "Unless we activate the Nine Netherworld Fire Cave, which was abandoned ten thousand years ago, and conscript the four major weapon-refining sects..."

Chu Ting's goatee suddenly stopped trembling, and his voice was firm: "Two years, twenty-four million sets."

Two years! All eyes in the hall fell on Chu Ting.

Several high-ranking officials of the third rank and dukes had a glint of shrewdness in their eyes.

This Vice Minister of Works is gambling with his future!
Emperor Yuankang clenched his fists slightly, his gaze fixed on Chu Ting in front of him.

"Tomorrow, Minister Chu will assume the title of Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works and take charge of the Ministry of Works."

"I order that all members of the Eastern Border New Army be equipped with the new Xuanlin Armor within three years."

"Yes, sir!" Chu Ting bowed.

The next step after Right Vice Minister is Minister of Works, one of the six highest officials!
The others in the hall exchanged glances and bowed to Emperor Yuankang.

A military exercise in the eastern border region has unexpectedly influenced the power structure of the six ministries in the Qin Dynasty.

How many people will be affected by the actions of the Marquis of Qingyang in the eastern border?
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Eastern border.

Donghan County.

The outcome of a martial arts competition in Yunming City has spread far and wide.

However, most people are not concerned with how strong the Qin Dynasty's elite troops are, nor with how ordinary people can defeat martial artists, or how powerful the military formations of aristocratic families are.

What most people care about is that after three days of training and winning a martial arts competition, they can get a small plot of land.
Is there really such a good thing in the world?
No wonder those scions of noble families traveled thousands of miles from the capital to the eastern border to join the army.

These guys have been in the military for three to five years, wouldn't they be taking back ten or more acres of land?

We can't let these guys make money off us Easterners in the East.

The day after the military drills, more than five million people from all over Donghan County answered the call to join the new army.

On the third day, twelve million. On the fifth day, thirty-seven million.

On the eighth day, in the five eastern prefectures, the number of people who responded to the call exceeded one hundred million.

At the Eastern Frontier Camp, Duke Ningguo Han Qi looked at the registration scroll in his hand, his face showing a moment of bewilderment.

"My lord, the Marquis of Qingyang intends to combine the training of the new army with the recruitment of river workers, and those river workers will also participate in the training, eating and living together."

Before Han Qi, Zhou Chang's disciple Han Xiao bowed and reported.

Upon returning from Yunming City, he immediately reported what he had seen and heard.

Han Xiao was originally a member of the Han family, but he was an official in the Ministry of War and studied Confucianism and Taoism under Zhou Chang.

"River workers..."

Han Qi chuckled and shook his head.

In the past, there was a great divide between the Qin army and the people.

Most military sons, like Zhang Yuan, inherited their positions from their fathers; ordinary families could not raise a soldier who had trained from a young age.

Now, it is clear that Marquis Qingyang wants the army to come from among the people.

Such conscription would naturally result in a hundred times more soldiers.

But how much combat power can such soldiers have?
"His Majesty has entrusted the entire training matter to Marquis Qingyang. He must have his reasons for doing so." Marquis Xichang, Ji Liang, turned to look at Han Xiao.

"Han Xiao, go see Vice Minister Zhou and Marquis Pingyun and tell them to make sure the logistics are in place. There must be no shortage of military rations or equipment."

After speaking, Ji Liang looked up at the map of the Eastern Territory hanging on the tent.

"If the situation in the Eastern Frontier becomes favorable, it will be time for a national war."

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The main camp outside Yunming City.

A small drill ground, a hundred feet wide, where over a thousand new soldiers sat in solemn silence.

In front of them was a black lacquered wooden board about ten feet in diameter, and in front of the board stood a young man dressed in a blue scholar's robe.

His name is Feng Jilin, and he comes from Bailu Mountain in Qingtianzhou.

He's very nervous now.

Because Zhang Juzheng, the head of the Bailushan Moving Mountain Academy, was standing not far away.

For every disciple of Bailu Academy, who could see Zhang Juzheng not being nervous?

"Gentlemen, my name is Feng Jilin, and I come from Qingtianzhou."

Have you ever heard of Qingtianzhou?

Feng Jilin's gaze swept over the more than a thousand soldiers in front of him, a look of bewilderment on his face.

"In the vast lands of the Great Qin, immortals and demons roam freely. The blood of the Great Qin army has forged the Great Wall in the north, but it can only defend the thirty-six prefectures of Yongtian Continent..."

“You may think that being poorly clothed and starving means a difficult life.”

"Have you ever witnessed the despair of demonic energy corrupting the land, turning hundreds of miles into a demonic realm, and causing the extinction of all living beings?"

"Have you ever heard of countless immortals and Buddhas like shooting stars, whose casual strikes can set cities ablaze and leave the common people dying like ants?"

Feng Jilin's face showed a look of misery, and he spoke softly: "How could the Qin people living on Yongtian Continent understand the suffering and hatred of the countless Qin people enslaved by immortals and demons outside Yongtian Continent!"

"Do you know why the Qin people's ancestral hall in Qingtianzhou has two lamps?" Taking a deep breath, Feng Jilin clenched his fists. "One lamp is for the ancestors who died at the hands of immortals and demons, and the other—"

"It's for our children and grandchildren who live in Yongtianzhou!"

Feng Jilin turned around, holding a large brush dipped in white powder, and wrote a large character heavily on the black lacquered wooden board.

"Qin".

(End of this chapter)