I, a useless prince, started with the Xiang Yu template.

Chu Yun sat on the bed, his lips curving upwards in a smile.

So cool.

Two thousand Xuanjia Iron Cavalry.

Although their numbers may seem small, in chaotic times they can be a powerful force capable of turning the tide.

What is the Great Qian Dynasty like now?

The imperial court was weak and the national treasury was empty.

Rebellions broke out in various places, and barbarian bandits raided southwards every year.

The princes were engaged in infighting and backstabbing within the imperial court.

A messy, rotten mess.

In this kind of world, having an absolutely loyal and top-notch heavy cavalry force is of great significance.

Li Shimin launched the Xuanwu Gate Incident.

He only had eight hundred Xuanjia soldiers at his disposal.

With just eight hundred elite soldiers, they managed to reverse the tide of the war and seize imperial power.

And now, he directly commands two thousand complete Xuanjia Iron Cavalry.

The difference is clear at a glance.

With this force, at the very least, he had the ability to protect himself.

Anyone who wants to plot against him or scheme against him should think twice.

Chu Yun suppressed his overwhelming joy, calmed down, and asked the system a question in his mind.

"System, I have a question for you."

"How do we summon these two thousand cavalry and one thousand Imperial Guards?"

[Return to host. 】

[With a thought, it can be summoned anytime, anywhere.]

[The identities, household registrations, and origins of all soldiers are perfectly fabricated and recorded by the system.]

[It will not arouse any suspicion; it has no flaws or loopholes.]

Chu Yun's eyes lit up.

safe.

The system operates flawlessly, leaving no stone unturned.

Even his identity and background were arranged in advance, saving him countless troubles.

He leaned against the headboard, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the bed, his mind racing.

He doesn't intend to summon the person now.

the reason is simple.

I can't afford to raise them.

Two thousand heavy cavalry, what does that mean?

Heavy armor, warhorses, weapons, provisions, meat, and salary.

Every day involves massive consumption.

He is now just a prince, without any fiefdom, real power, or funds.

Two thousand elite soldiers suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and in just a few days, they could wipe him out.

This battle was a great achievement, and Emperor Qian will surely reward him handsomely.

At that time, he will directly ask for real power, military rank, and a place to be stationed.

As long as you obtain an official position and military power.

He could then openly summon the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry and organize them into his own regular army.

Regardless of the dynasty or the times.

Holding a gun barrel is always more useful than holding a pen barrel.

No matter how capable or eloquent a civil official may be.

Without military support, it is ultimately just a rootless duckweed.

Only military power provides the greatest confidence in times of chaos.

With troops at your command, you have nothing to fear.

No matter how chaotic the world becomes in the future.

Regardless of the rebels' uprising, regardless of the princes' bloodshed, regardless of the barbarian invasions.

He can remain calm and composed, invincible.

While others are in chaos, he remains calm.

While others panicked, he remained calm.

Thinking of this, Chu Yun smiled faintly.

As for becoming emperor?

He had absolutely no interest in it.

To outsiders, the emperor appears to be incredibly powerful, the supreme ruler, holding the world in his hands.

But only those who understand know.

Being an emperor is the most tiring, annoying, and frustrating job in the world.

He went to court before dawn every day, and there were always piles of memorials to review.

The court officials and civil and military officials were constantly bickering and trying to maintain a balance of power, while the imperial harem was in complete chaos.

We must manage natural disasters, man-made disasters, wars, and even money.

Working themselves to the bone every day, without a break all year round.

If one is not careful, one will be condemned for all eternity.

To put it bluntly, most emperors were incredibly miserable.

Moreover, the current Daqian is a complete mess.

The national treasury was empty, the military strength was weak, there were many rebellions, and the foreign enemies were strong.

Whoever takes over will have a headache.

Chu Yuncai was too lazy to get involved in this mess; he'd rather be a prince with a large army at his disposal.

No need to worry about the messy affairs of the court, no need to stay up all night reviewing memorials.

When there's nothing to do, lead troops into battle and train them.

They have money, power, strength, and freedom.

Who dares to mess with him?

This life is ten thousand times more comfortable than being an emperor.

........

Time flies, and seven days have passed.

The capital city of the Great Qian Dynasty.

early morning.

The rising sun broke through the thin mist, casting warm light on the bluestone-paved street.

The sky was clear and bright, with a gentle breeze.

The capital city remains as prosperous as ever.

Restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the street were all open, and vendors were hawking their wares along the street.

The steaming buns from the shop filled the streets with the aroma of breakfast.

Pedestrians thronged shoulder to shoulder, and vehicles came and went in an endless stream.

On the street stage, gongs and drums beat, and songstresses sang melodiously.

In the restaurant, wealthy merchants raised their glasses and chatted idly, while ordinary people strolled around eating and drinking on the street.

The atmosphere was one of peace and prosperity, with fireworks displays in full swing.

War raged across the north, with barbarian armies besieging the city and engaging in fierce battles.

The tragedy, the bloodshed, the despair—it all seemed a world away from this capital city.

The war did not affect the enjoyment of the powerful and wealthy, nor did it impact the daily lives of ordinary people in the capital.

The people here eat and drink as they please.

Have fun when it's time to have fun, sing and dance when it's time to sing and dance.

No one is worried about the fighting in the harsh northern frontier.

Most people in the capital regarded the war in the north as a distant topic of conversation.

Numbness, complacency, and a life of singing and dancing.

This is the most authentic picture of the bustling capital city.

Right here in this bustling and prosperous place.

The end of the official road outside the city.

A sudden burst of rapid hoofbeats rang out.

Da da da—

A black courier horse, drenched in sweat, galloped wildly as if possessed.

A man dressed in brown postman's clothes was riding on the horse.

His clothes fluttered in the wind, his hair was disheveled, his lips were chapped, and his face was covered in dust.

A small, bright red flag was held upright on its back, the flag taut and straight.

The five large black characters above are eye-catching and glaring: "Eight Hundred Li Urgent Delivery".

Represents the highest level of military intelligence in the Great Qian Dynasty.

It shall not be used except in cases of national subjugation, major victory, mutiny, or large-scale invasion by enemy forces.

The courier clung tightly to the horse's back, his waist hunched low.

He gripped the reins tightly with both hands, his throat hoarse, and roared with all his might.

"Urgent! Make way! Everyone make way!"

The imperial guards on duty at the city gate sharpened their eyes.

Having guarded the city for many years, they know best the weight of this red flag.

A sergeant immediately drew his sword and shouted loudly.

"Scatter! Everyone, scatter!"

"Urgent dispatch! Give way!"

Street vendors, passersby, and dignitaries riding in carriages at the city gate all hurriedly dodged to the sides.

The previously crowded and congested city gate passage was cleared in just a few seconds.

Everyone instinctively looked at the galloping warhorse.

Curiosity, doubt, and nervousness.

These days, being able to dispatch an express courier service over 800 li (approximately 400 kilometers) is definitely not a small matter.

Black warhorses trod on the bluestone slabs, kicking up fine dust.

The courier approached the city gate but did not slow down.

His neck turned red, and with his last bit of strength, he roared at the top of his lungs.

"A great victory in the North!!"

"Great Victory at Jing'an! The barbarian army has withdrawn across the board!!"

A roar exploded above the city gate.

It was crystal clear, reaching everyone's ears.

The city gate fell silent for a moment.

The next second, a burst of voices erupted.

"What? A great victory in the north?"

"The barbarian army has withdrawn? Did I hear that right?"

A middle-aged woman carrying a shopping basket stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Just a few days ago, there were rumors that the barbarian army of 200,000 was sweeping through the enemy lines. How did they suddenly achieve such a great victory?"

The pale-faced scholar in a long robe put down his folding fan, his face full of shock.

"The barbarian army is fierce and has long crushed our Great Qian border army. This time, they actually withdrew on their own initiative? Strange!"

A retired veteran stood on the street, his rough hands clenched tightly, his eyes slightly burning.

"Okay! Okay!"

"We've finally won! The border people will no longer be slaughtered by the barbarian army!"

The people were all talking at once, and there was a lot of discussion.

Some were overjoyed, some were surprised, and some were moved.

In a short while, news of the great victory in the north spread rapidly at the city gate.

The courier did not stop for even half a second.

Passing through the city gate, passing through the bustling streets.

They rode their horses straight towards the palace.

Pedestrians on both sides of the street gave way, and everyone stopped to look.

The bright red urgent flag shone brightly in the sunlight.

They raced all the way to the palace gates.