Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Seeing Lin Mo smile at her, Chu Mengyao glared at him with hatred.

The look in his eyes was incredibly telling; it roughly translated to, "Say that again and I'll try again!"

Lin Mo calmly held up the greasy lamb leg, raised an eyebrow at her, and

That means, "What can you do to me?"

The atmosphere on the drill ground became even more lively.

Three thousand veterans were forcibly split into three camps.

Those who support Lin believe that...

General Lin was a peerless hero. If his son rebelled, then he must have had a legitimate reason to do so, which would be considered a betrayal of justice!

The Great Xia Dynasty was unjust first, so don't blame the heroes for being unjust later!

The "anti-Lin faction" felt that...

Bullshit!

The Lin family is full of loyal martyrs, how could a traitor possibly emerge from them?

This kid is probably an imposter, trying to scam people here!

Look at his carefree and irresponsible manner; where is the slightest bit of the demeanor of someone from a military family?

There is another group, the "spectators."

They don't care whether Lin Mo's surname is Lin or Wang.

All they cared about was when the roast meat on the table would be in their stomachs...

The murmurs grew louder and louder, threatening to escalate from whispers to a full-blown brawl.

Lin Mo finished the last bite of lamb leg and let out a satisfied burp.

He wiped his hands and slowly stood up.

"Alright, alright, esteemed elders and uncles!"

"The internal seminar can take a break now. Let me say a few words!"

As soon as Lin Mo spoke, the entire training ground fell silent, and three thousand pairs of eyes locked onto him.

"I don't think it's necessary to be so hung up on my identity."

Lin Mo shrugged, his expression as relaxed as if he were there to host an annual meeting.

"Whether you believe it or not, I didn't bring my household registration book with me, so I can't verify your identities on the spot."

"What is a household registration booklet?"

An old soldier quietly asked the guy next to him.

"Don't interrupt!"

Another veteran retorted.

"Alright! Let's get back to the main topic."

Lin Mo's voice rang out again.

Whether I am Lin Xiaotian's son or not is not important.

"The important thing is that we now share a common goal."

Lin Mo paused, and the smile on his lips faded slightly.

"Our goal is to eliminate Yuwen Biao."

The name was revealed.

The atmosphere, which had just calmed down, froze instantly.

A sense of oppression, a mixture of hatred and sorrow, once again enveloped the entire training ground.

Everyone stopped discussing and stared intently at Lin Mo.

What are your thoughts?

At the main table, Meng Hu spoke.

Those large, copper-bell-shaped eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Lin Mo smiled but didn't answer directly.

"We have many ideas, but cooperation requires a two-way approach."

"I need to confirm first whether any of you are interested in collaborating."

Lin Mo tilted his chin slightly towards Chu Mengyao.

"Your strategist, the most talented woman in the North, has agreed to join forces with me on behalf of the Mountain Shaking Army's intellectual backbone."

"The question now is, General Meng, who represents the military, and all of you senior figures, are you willing to cooperate?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Hu turned to look at Chu Mengyao.

Chu Mengyao met his gaze and nodded solemnly.

Meng Hu fell silent.

He got it.

Yao'er has made up her mind.

but……

Once this nod is made, it means that the Mountain Shaking Army, the army that has guarded the northern border of the Great Xia for over a hundred years, has been included.

They will stand completely against the Great Xia Dynasty and bear the indelible stain of treason.

The century-old reputation of the Shanshan Army for its loyalty and bravery will be completely destroyed in his hands.

However, reputation...

What the hell does this reputation mean?

What did this reputation get them in return?

In return, he was slaughtered by his colleagues, his 30,000 comrades were left with no trace, and the heads of the old general and the young general were hung at the camp gate!

Is this Great Xia Dynasty... this dynasty rotten to the core, still worth their lives to defend?

Meng Hu's fists clenched so tightly under the table that they cracked.

To hell with reputation!

To hell with loyalty and heroism!

All I want to do now is cut off that bastard Yuwen Biao's head to pay tribute to the old general, to Tian Kuo, and to the souls of the 30,000 soldiers who perished at Wolongpo!

"good!"

"I'll fight you!"

Meng Hu slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"However, I'm warning you upfront!"

He pointed at Lin Mo's nose, his voice booming.

"If you dare to play us for fools! Even if I become a ghost, I'll drag you down with me!"

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Lin Mo ignored Meng Hu's dry, harsh words and put on a bright smile again.

He clapped his hands.

"Now that we're all on the same side, let's not just stand around. You've all had a long and tiring journey, so let's eat!"

However, after Lin Mo finished speaking, the three thousand veterans still did not move, but all looked at Meng Hu.

Meng Hu looked around at his brothers who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood together.

Looking at their faces, filled with sorrow and hunger, I felt a lump in my throat.

"eat!"

Meng Hu stood up and roared with all his might.

"No matter what lies ahead, whether it's a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire! First, fucking fill my stomach!"

"yes!"

The crowd shouted in unison.

The next second, the entire training ground came to life.

Three thousand veterans, who had just been like clay sculptures, instantly transformed into three thousand ferocious tigers that had been starving for three hundred years.

"Damn! I saw that barbecue first!"

"Screw you! Whoever grabs it keeps it!"

"Don't you fucking try to steal my drink! If you do, I'll beat you up!"

"Fourth brother! You're a damn drunkard reincarnated!"

The emotions that had been suppressed all night finally erupted at this moment.

An old soldier with gray hair was holding a jar of wine and drinking it directly from his mouth.

He choked so badly that tears and snot streamed down his face, but he still burst into laughter.

Two veterans nearly got into a fight over the last roasted lamb leg.

With a steamed bun still stuffed in his mouth, he cursed incoherently.

"Get your hands off...this leg...is mine!"

"Bullshit! I...had my eye on it yesterday!"

"You're talking nonsense! We were starving at Eagle's Sorrow Cliff yesterday!"

For a time, the entire training ground was in chaos, with chickens flying and dogs barking, creating a lively and bustling scene.

However, some veterans simply buried their heads, grabbing meat in one hand and steamed buns in the other, wolfing them down.

As they ate, tears suddenly streamed down their faces, then mingled with the meat juices and wine, and they swallowed them down.

They hadn't had a decent meal in a long time.

The entire training ground was noisy and chaotic, filled with the aroma of food and rude laughter and curses.

Yet it also exudes a poignant, vibrant sense of having survived a catastrophe.

Looking at the scene before her, Qin Ruxue turned her head slightly, her feelings complicated.

Lin Mo picked up a piece of osmanthus cake from the plate and held it to Qin Ruxue's lips.

"Here, a sweet treat will make you happy."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ruxue opened her mouth and took a bite, then looked at Lin Mo with a hint of worry on her face.

Are you really sure?

"grasp?"

"What kind of assurance do you need to deal with someone like Yuwen Biao?"

Lin Mo smiled and stuffed the remaining half of the osmanthus cake into his mouth.

"Since he dared to attack our house, why can't we steal from his?"