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Chapter 1085 Duanmu Yan’s intention was to take it into her pocket!
"Families of Qianzhou soldiers can exchange their military merit books for rice at Hengzhou Bank."

Su Ye picked up the secret letter and saw that Article 4 of the "Mutual Trade Regulations" was clearly written on it.

"Young General, do you know how to write this military merit book?"

He looked at the stunned Duanmu Yan and suddenly chuckled.

Duanmu Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly remembered that during the military drill on the sand table during the day, he had given military merit to every soldier who broke the formation.

At that time, the veterans laughed at him for being "a child playing house", but they didn't expect that Su Ye would find out and keep it in mind.

"I understand..."

Duanmu Yan suddenly knelt on one knee, her fiery red cloak fluttering like a flag in the night wind.

The bonfire crackled and sparks shot into the air, just like Duanmu Yan's chaotic thoughts at the moment.

"The Duke of Zhenguo has the ambition to swallow the sky, but do you know that my senior sister hates people who bully the weak the most?"

He stared at the terrain of Qianzhou circled by Su Ye with a red pen on the sand table. His Adam's apple rolled for a while, and he finally couldn't help but speak.

Su Ye's hand holding the torch paused in mid-air. The firelight cast a warm color on the young general's eyes and brows, making him look a bit childish.

"Young General, do you know the Daqian wedding customs? It is considered a formal marriage after completing the six ceremonies: asking for the bride price, asking for the bride price, asking for the bride price, and welcoming the bride."

"The marriage certificate between me and Luo Ying was written by the elders of the former Daqian clan."

He chuckled, and the scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of pine smoke in the night breeze filled his nose.

The tips of Duanmu Yan's ears suddenly turned red. The scabbard of the Ronglin sword left deep marks on the blue brick floor. How could he not know about this old story?

When Si Luoying had her coming-of-age ceremony, the elderly clan elder of the Si family took out the marriage certificate in front of many young men from aristocratic families. The three words "Su Shi Ye" on the gilded paper were written with peacock gall ink, which would not melt in water and would not burn in fire.

"But the Duke of Zhenguo is now..."

Before Duanmu Yan could finish her words, she suddenly saw Su Ye put his fingers together as a knife and cut off a falling pine branch in mid-air.

"If the young general really respected my senior sister, he would know that she hates mediocre people the most."

Su Ye suddenly turned around, his white robe swept across the campfire beside him, and sparks splashed on the map with a crackling sound.

"I will give you three days to select 10,000 soldiers from the 200,000-plus Qian army. No old or weak soldiers, no cowards. Only elite soldiers who dare to pick up swords and follow you back to the battlefield."

"But the prerequisite is to ensure that they have no intention of resisting and sincerely join my army!"

"If the young general can do this, then I will take the initiative to assign these 10,000 people to your command, and let you directly lead this 10,000-strong army."

When Duanmu Yan heard this, her whole body was shocked and the handle of the Ronglin Knife hurt her palm.

"What does the Duke of Zhenguo want?"

He suddenly picked up the wine bag beside the sand table, tilted his head back and took a big gulp of the liquor. The wine dripped down his chin, leaving dark plum blossoms on his fiery red cloak.

"I want you to train these 10,000 soldiers to obey the general's orders, not the emperor's orders."

Su Ye clapped his hands and smiled, looking at the flickering expression on Duanmu Yan's face.

Duanmu Yan's Adam's apple rolled for a while, and suddenly he picked up the Ronglin knife and drew a deep mark on the sand table.

"What if I can do it?"

The young general had a hoarse voice and his fiery red cloak fluttered like a flag in the night wind.

He was silent for a moment, probably realizing that since the Daqian Dynasty was already in name only, there was no point in him persisting!
It would be better for him to join the army of this Duke of Zhenguo first, at least to ensure that his senior sister will not be bullied by Su Ye.

But if he wants his senior sister not to be bullied by Su Ye, he needs someone to support her!
Therefore, Duanmu Yan must find a way to gain a place under Su Ye!
"Then I will allow you to form your own army, and you can choose your own army name." "And this new army will be directly added to the Hengzhou Army system under my command, and all weapons and supplies will be directly provided by the Hengzhou Army under my command!"

Su Ye suddenly chuckled, and the strong energy made the campfire in front of him buzz.

"There are still two Taoist troops in the Hengzhou army. The Tiger and Leopard Cavalry is good at field battles, and the White Horse Volunteers are good at charging. I want to see what kind of elite troops you, Duanmu Yan, can train."

Duanmu Yan's ears turned red, and he suddenly picked up the command flag beside him. The five-colored flag fluttered like a butterfly between his fingers.

He knew that this was a huge trust. One must know that in Qianzhou today, even Huo Qubing, who was under Su Ye's command and was trusted by Su Ye, was only allowed to command 800 Xuanlin cavalrymen.

The bonfire was dancing an orange-red dance in the night wind, sparks were splashing on the map with a crackling sound, and Duanmu Yan suddenly raised her chin and laughed out loud.

His laughter was as clear as tearing silk, startling the war horses tied outside the tent and making them snort. His flaming red cloak fluttered in the wind, looking like a burning fire.

"Put your heart back in your stomach, Duke Zhenguo!"

The young general picked up the Ronglin Sword and slammed it heavily on the sand table. The scabbard knocked against the blue bricks, making a sound of metal and stone.

"Since the Duke thinks highly of me, I will teach you to lead a group of elite soldiers who are good at fighting after a while!"

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over, dipped his fingertips in the wine and drew a crescent moon at the border between Qianzhou and Hengzhou on the map.

"Thirty miles west of here is the Black Water Marsh. I heard that the reeds there block out the sun, making it a great place to practice naval warfare."

Su Yebai's robe sleeve swept across the corner of the table, and Jingwei's persistent torch cast their shadows on the cowhide map.

He looked at the flickering fire between the young man's eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly thought of the "Six Strategies of Military Strategy" that he had read through in the Jixia Academy not long ago. The five red-lettered comments in small seal script on the bamboo slips, "A general should be wise, trustworthy, benevolent, brave and strict," gradually overlapped with the man in front of him.

"Young General, do you know why the Hengzhou Army has only just begun to build its navy?"

Su Ye picked up the red brush and dotted the Black Water Lake. The ink from the tip of the brush spread out into a dark cloud.

"Because naval warfare is the most expensive. A warship needs a hundred people to row and fifty people to man the crossbows, not to mention the man-consuming maintenance costs."

As he spoke, he took out a bronze fish talisman from his sleeve, on which was engraved the Chiwen pattern of the Hengzhou Waterway Office.

"But since the young general wants to train his troops, I will make an exception and allocate twenty warships - but there is a condition."

Duanmu Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the handle of the Ronglin knife made his palm hot.

How could he not know the weight of this condition? When his father, General Duanmu, established the Shenji Camp, the trial production of the fire gun alone consumed the taxes of an entire county.

"I want you to lead this new army and turn the reed marsh of Black Water Marsh into the second White Wolf's Mouth."

At this moment, Su Ye's fingertips brushed across the inscription on the fish symbol that read "The boatmen work in three shifts, day and night," and he chuckled.

"White Wolf's Mouth?"

Duanmu Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and she suddenly remembered the bloody battle recorded in the "Daqian Geography".

Twenty years ago, when the foreign cavalry from the grasslands marched southward, it was the Daqian army that used water instead of soldiers at Bailangkou, dug a large river and embankment to flood the seven armies, and turned 100,000 barbarians into fish and turtles at the bottom of the river.

"The last general takes command!"

The young general suddenly knelt on one knee, and his fiery red cloak stained the blue brick floor with blood.

"It's just that the matter of selecting soldiers..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Ye suddenly took out a blue booklet from his sleeve. On the cover, there were five characters of regular script "Qianzhou Flower List" still stained with wet ink.

(End of this chapter)