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Volume One: Eastward to Another World, Chapter 177: Mission to Mingwu

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    Eighty miles north of the city of Ampton, there is a crescent-shaped bay, which is the largest military port of the Winter Moon Empire.  One hundred and thirty-five ships of the Imperial Navy's First Task Force were docked neatly in the bay.  The total number of the First Task Force exceeds 100,000. They will arrive at Turtle Island with a large amount of supplies to prepare for the general attack.  It¡¯s ten o¡¯clock in the morning and the sun is shining brightly.     Well!  !  !  The huge buzzer at the Navy Headquarters sounded loudly.  After three blasts, the flagship of the First Task Force [Winter] commanded the battleship to break through the waves and set sail first.  Sixteen main battleships followed the flagship, followed by large troop transports and supply ships.  Among them, military ships only account for 30%. Most of them are civilian transport ships, and most of them are not even armed at all.  Can such a fleet play a role in a fierce landing battle?  This is probably a question that no one can figure out.  Feng Sen, the captain of the First Task Force, stood at the stern of the ship, with his hands clasped upside down and his eyes looking towards the distant mainland with a serious look on his face.  Similarly, the deck of every ship was filled with soldiers from all over the mainland. No one knew whether they would be able to come back.  Ships driven by large jamming machines are extremely fast, and in a short time, the mainland disappears on the other side of the sea.  Whoosh!  Whoosh!  Hundreds of thunder fighters and large transport aircraft formed a team and roared over the fleet. These aircraft also carried members of the first advance team, but they were flying faster aircraft.  Hundreds of fighter planes lined up in a neat formation and flew over the fleet. The sky was dark, like the black clouds before the storm.     Well!  !  !  Hundreds of planes sounded their engine sirens at the same time.  This is a tribute to their teammates.     Snapped!  The soldiers on the deck saluted to the sky one after another. They looked at the sky and were silent.  The fighter jet group suddenly sped up and soon left the fleet behind.  "These guys are so lucky to have the opportunity to fly, but we have to stay in this can-like cabin for a week," said a young soldier on the troop carrier with dazzling red hair.  Lying on the railing and spitting into the sea out of boredom.  A strong man who was much taller than him hugged his shoulders and said, "What's there to envy? It's not bad to take a boat ride, and you can get some air. Speaking of envy, I envy you for having a beautiful wife.  By the way, how did you write the suicide note when the commander asked us to write it? "The beheading operation is a large-scale secret operation. All the suicide notes of the soldiers will be collected first. It will not be until the end of the war that if the soldier is confirmed to have died, the letter will be released.  Mail it out.  The red-haired soldier scratched his head, with a wry smile on his face, "I won't write that stuff, it's bad luck." "Then what if" The strong soldier was a little confused.  "I know what you want to say. I have thought of it a long time ago. Those people in my family are indeed very greedy, but I have transferred all the property in my name to my wife's name. It is useless for them to fight." Hong  The soldier looked at the sea and said calmly.  The strong soldier frowned, "Viscount Thorpe, I admire you more and more. This trick of yours is better than a suicide note." The red-haired soldier chuckled, "How did you write it." The big soldier smiled sheepishly.  , "I didn't write that stuff either. It's not like you don't know my mother's temper. If my mother knew that this mission was to attack the enemy's lair, she would definitely use all her resources to drive me back from the army." "  Indeed." The red-haired soldier tilted his head and looked at the big man, "Aunt Lina is famous for being a baby protector. When you joined the army, she came to our house and cried several times, saying that you were the only male in the family.  , She will be sorry for her ancestors if something happens to you. " The big man was speechless, and looked up at the sky. He whispered: "If I don't join the army, I will be sorry for my ancestors. "" Right in the First Task Force.  On the evening of the day of departure, the distant Mingwu Continent welcomed a special guest.  The Imperial Palace of the Mingwu Empire.  The buildings here are far less gorgeous than Dongyue. The square and square shapes are all decorated in white. There are no carved beams or waterside pavilions. They are simply too plain. Except for the larger building area, there is no difference between this place and the folk.  The rocky white road is lined with guards. The Mingwu people are stronger and taller than the Shuangyue people. Many soldiers?With a big beard, wide eyes, and a very wild appearance.  The banquet hall was brightly lit, and hundreds of dignitaries from the Mingwu Empire were sitting on the floor. The custom here was somewhat like ancient China, where people sat on futons, and everyone had a separate small table in front of them.  Sitting at the top was a man who was about thirty years old. This man was tall and heroic, and he had the temperament of a hero. If he didn't wear a pure gold crown on his head, it would be unbelievable.  This is Mingwu Lord Zhuang Xuanmo.  After a polite exchange between the two parties, Lin Dong sat on the left side of Zhuang Xuanmo, with Zhuang Zhou next to him.  Opposite him sat an old man with sinister features and stern eyes. He was about seventy years old. His beard and hair were as white as dead water, and he was as skinny as a bamboo pole. This man was the first adviser of the Mingwu Empire and the emperor's most trusted advisor.  Teacher Cui Bai.  Next to Cui Bai is a man about fifty years old. He is over 1.9 meters tall. He is wearing a military commander's attire and looks majestic. He has an upturned sword eyebrow and a pair of ear-catching ears as big as a washbasin. He knows how to understand.  The number one tiger general in the Wu Empire and the emperor's uncle, Zhuang Huchen.  It is natural to be polite at a banquet. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, everyone felt a little drunk, and their speech was not as formal as before.  The two sides were going back and forth, talking about romantic topics. On the contrary, no one mentioned the purpose of Lin Dong's trip.  Lin Dong was not in a hurry, as if nothing was wrong, he drank a few glasses of wine and ate a few bites of food.  His eyes were constantly observing. Zhuang Zhou had already told Lin Dong that Cui Bai and Zhuang Huchen were the emperor's most trusted people. If he wanted to persuade the Mingwu Empire to send troops, they must nod their heads. Both of them were indispensable.  Zhuang Huchen was a very generous person. He would drink a large bowl of wine and eat vegetables without using chopsticks. He just picked up a leg of lamb and stuffed it into his mouth. Lin Dongwei talked with him in detail and had some idea of ??his temper and character.  grasp.  On the other hand, Cui Bai, the national master, is an old and cunning master at first glance. When others ask him to drink, he will drink in small sips. Not to mention how much he drinks. If others don't drink in one gulp and he refuses to agree, he can always find out.  The other party's flaws force the other party to drink more.  The ministers present were all familiar with Cui Bai's tricks, so they did not argue with him. They drank as much as Cui Bai asked them to drink.  Since the quality of wine is a matter of character, the character of a person with poor wine quality will not be much better. Lin Dong frowned and said, "This Cui Bai doesn't seem to be easy to deal with. He needs to work hard." At this time, Emperor Zhuang Xuanmo looked at  Lin Dong felt a little depressed, so he took the initiative to chat with him, "Prince Lin, you come from Shuangyue. I wonder how the scenery of Mingwu Continent compares with Shuangyue Continent?" As soon as the emperor spoke, these ministers at the table  They all shut their mouths and listened to Lin Dong's answer. After all, the Shuangyue Continent thousands of miles away was a mysterious place for the Mingwu people.  Lin Dong chuckled, raised his neck, and drank the white wine in the cup.  "Your Majesty, the Mingwu Continent is a vast land with rich resources and beautiful scenery. This trip has been an eye-opener for me." Lin Dong said two nice words politely, and all the ministers nodded. Who doesn't say that his hometown is good, and an outsider praised himself?  Their hometown naturally makes them feel very useful.  "On the way here just now, I saw the guards in the palace. They are all tall and brave. I guess your army must be well-trained on weekdays, and their combat effectiveness is naturally not bad." Zhuang Huchen nodded repeatedly. He was Mingwu.  The first tiger general and the head of the army, Lin Dong praised Mingwu's army and his face felt very bright.  "Prince Lin is right." Zhuang Huchen was not modest at all, "Our ancestors relied on strong military power to unify the mainland. The army is the foundation of our country, and we have never slackened in military affairs for four hundred years.  Cui Bai rolled his sly little eyes and asked, "How many troops does your country have? What is its combat effectiveness?" Other ministers, especially the generals, are also very interested in this issue.  "Haha, I happen to have some video cards here of the Winter Moon army fighting the people of the gods. If you are interested, you may wish to watch it. However, I would like to remind you in advance that war is not training. It is extremely cruel. If it affects your appetite, don't do it.  "Be responsible." "What's so scary?" Zhuang Huchen said with some dissatisfaction. Lin Dong's mention of war just touched the sore point of his Mingwu first tiger general. The Mingwu continent has been in a state of peace from top to bottom for a long time.  He had never fought in a war, and even he, the greatest warrior in the empire, could only compete in martial arts and wipe out bandits on weekdays. When it came to war, that was already a very distant word.  The other generals were also a little dissatisfied and felt that Lin Dong meant to look down on them. In fact, most of them were still guilty. How can an army that has never fought in a war be considered an army?  Emperor Zhuang Xuanmo was also full of interest in war.??, the stories of those wars have long been engraved in his brain, but it is a pity that he did not have the opportunity to witness them with his own eyes.  Soon, scenes of war began to unfold in the banquet hall.  Half an hour later, all the Mingwu ministers present were dripping with sweat.  In the picture, blood flows into a river, and corpses pile up into mountains. From short divine slaves to demigods as huge as peaks, these ferocious divine people left too many indelible impressions on them.  Emperor Zhuang Xuanmo swallowed. Real war and stories are simply two different concepts. It might have been a joke when two people were biting each other hysterically, but when hundreds of thousands of people were bleeding and killing like crazy.  Who can still laugh?  When a corpse is placed in front of them, people will feel fear. When hundreds of thousands of mutilated corpses exude a stench in front of them, it is far from being something that can be described as fear!  It's like being in hell!  Lin Dong lost no time and asked people to bring in a few living gods and wandered around the banquet hall. Everyone's expressions became even more ugly. The wine and meat on the table no longer tasted delicious, but made people almost want to vomit.  Only Lin Dong was still eating heartily there. He was already used to seeing these scenes and it did not affect his appetite at all.  The welcome banquet became very weird, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was cold and boring. Lin Dong said goodbye and left without saying a word about asking the Mingwu Empire to send troops, because he knew that haste makes waste, and he needed to give them some time to think about it.  , of course, this time will not be too long.  ¡­ ¡­ The next morning, Lin Dong got up early.  Last night I watched the movie cards and the living gods brought by Lin Dong. Today the Mingwu Empire will hold a meeting to discuss whether to participate in the attack on the gods.  At this time, it depends on Zhuang Zhou, the three envoys who visited Shuangyue, and their ability to add fuel to the fire.  Zhuang Zhou people not only experienced the terror of the divine people personally, but also accepted a large number of gifts from Lin Dong. At this time, it was their turn to reciprocate.  After breakfast, Lin Dong ran alone to the streets of Mingwu Imperial Capital and wandered around.  "Lin Dong, you don't seem to be very worried about whether the Mingwu Empire will send troops?" Gui Lao said in Lin Dong's consciousness.  Now that Maya is not around, Gui Lao, who had been depressed for a long time, became active again.  Lin Dong bought a bunch of candied haws, and while eating it, he said to Gui Lao: "Why am I not worried? I am not worried that I will come here in person?" "Then why don't you ask to attend the meeting?" "It's not that I don't want to go.  , but can't go." Lin Dong said: "I can't let them feel that it is difficult for the Shuangyue Alliance to win without them. I want them to feel that we are confident that we can win the war alone." "Why?" Gui Laoyue listened.  The more confused he is, "The enemy's situation is unknown. With the help of the Mingwu Empire, we will have more certainty." "That's true, but you have to remember that in this world it is always difficult to provide help when the time is right, but it is easier to add the icing on the cake." "I  Got it." Gui Lao thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "You want to give them confidence and make them feel that they can return victorious as long as they send troops. In this case, they will have no loss and there will be less resistance. " Lin Dong clicked.  Nodding, "Suppose you were Emperor Mingwu and I told you that you would definitely die if you went. Would you go?" Mr. Gui laughed, "No, only fools would go." "That's fine." Lin Dong  Spreading his hands, "Shuangyue soldiers are willing to fight because they want to protect their hometown. Mingwu Continent is not threatened at all. They can only send troops because of interests." "I just want to tell them clearly, first  , the enemy is very dangerous. If you don't get rid of it, he will hit your door sooner or later. Secondly, Shuangyue is very powerful. This time he is determined to destroy the people of the gods. If you send troops, you will become Shuangyue's allies. Let's fight together.  This is a battle that will definitely be won. If you don't go, Shuangyue Alliance will also win, but by then, Shuangyue and Mingwu will be enemies." Lin Dong smiled slyly, "Old Turtle, what do you think?  Which one will they choose? " "Not to mention that for a small price, you can get a very powerful ally and prevent the gods from attacking your doorstep. Of course I will choose to send troops." Gui Lao said.  .  Lin Dong sighed, "I hope it's as you said." Emperor Mingwu's capital was much smaller than Dongyue City, with a population less than half of Dongyue City. Lin Dong tasted a lot of rare food along the way.  I bought a few local specialty gadgets, which seemed very relaxing.  Turning the corner, Lin Dong came to a quite bustling street. Both sides of the road were filled with shops selling cards and equipment. The card technology of the Mingwu Empire was no less than Dongyue. These shopsThey are large in scale and rich in variety.  "Wait a minute." Mr. Gui suddenly said, "This feeling is correct. There are super-grade raw materials on this street." "Super-grade?" Lin Dong's heart tightened, "What level? Is it higher than the Salo tree?"  "High-grade raw materials?" Turtle Lao said seriously: "The Salo tree is called top-grade, and it's still a long way from super-grade. Come on, walk along the right side. I think it's getting closer to us."
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