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Chapter 145: Tianyue (Part One)
The first month of the new year quickly passed. During this time, Ye Huan transitioned from the grueling marathon training imposed by the Dragon Hall members to a variety of exercises that he could think of, such as obstacle courses, swimming, and precision shooting. The members of the Dragon Hall secretly gave him a resounding nickname: "White Impermanence."
Originally, Ye Huan had naturally good skin, and after becoming a Cultivator, his complexion became even more fair and smooth. Even Zhao Ziyu envied him for it. Coupled with his pearly white teeth, it was no surprise that he earned the title "White Impermanence."
As for the Southern Xiongnu Empire, there hadn't been any significant movements lately. After Xuan Ziming withdrew his troops, over a million soldiers were dispatched to various locations that once belonged to the Huaxia Nation, seemingly with plans to hold their ground. However, just because the Southern Xiongnu Empire was honest did not mean that other nations would remain complacent.
To put it bluntly, the Capital of Huaxia was like a fat pig on a chopping board—tempting to anyone who laid eyes on it. Not to mention that right next to the Huaxia Nation were lands plundered by Eastern Japan Fusang and Goryeo.
One day, Zhao Ziyu hurriedly arrived at Ye Huan's side after receiving news from some scouts about Goryeo gathering troops near the Huaxia Imperial Capital. She detailed everything she knew and concluded with, "Ye Huan, what do you think we should do?"
"What should we do? If they want to fight, then let's play along. Nowadays in Jiuzhou, many know my name—Ye Huan—but not many are aware of the Dragon Hall. This time, I want them to see that the soldiers of the Huaxia Nation are not easy to bully!"
Staring at the beautiful woman before him—one of the most stunning in the Huaxia Nation—Ye Huan spoke with determination. He then pulled out a map from his room, clearly marking the current situation of the Huaxia Nation. Aside from the capital city, all other locations were shaded in red. This indicated that during this month, aside from training those in the Dragon Hall, he had also been constantly considering how to restore their nation.
After studying the map countless times, he pointed at a red dot northeast of the capital and said to Zhao Ziyu, "Zhao Ziyu, look at this city. Goryeo has only this one city near the capital. Even if they are gathering troops, they will likely concentrate here. In my opinion, why don't we take it all at once? After all, with recent conscription efforts, there are plenty of soldiers in the capital now. Defending two cities shouldn't be too difficult; instead, it could create a mutually supportive situation."
Hearing Ye Huan drop her surname and address her directly made Zhao Ziyu's delicate face flush slightly. Paired with her purple-red dress today, she looked even more captivating than a water lily emerging from a pond. Suppressing her wandering thoughts, she leaned over to see where Ye Huan was pointing. Upon realizing it was Tianyue City, her mouth formed an 'O' shape in surprise!
Tianyue City, unlike the decline of Sky Star City, has been thriving in recent years due to its proximity to the Royal Capital. The city walls have been repaired multiple times, reaching nearly twenty-five meters in height. Looking down from the walls, it is quite challenging to see the features of a person's face clearly, as their thickness rivals that of the capital's walls.
If it weren't for Goryeo firing rockets into the city and igniting a great fire, breaching the defenses from outside would have been an extraordinary challenge. After Goryeo occupied Tianyue City, they stationed nearly one hundred thousand troops there.
Thinking about this, Zhao Ziyu felt a sense of insecurity regarding Ye Huan's Dragon Hall, which had only developed to three hundred members over a month. However, for the sake of Ye Huan's pride, she hesitated before finally asking, "Ye Huan, can you tell me the average level of those three hundred Professionals in Dragon Hall?"
"On average, it seems to be around Third Rank..."
Ye Huan answered absentmindedly, not realizing the implication behind Zhao Ziyu's question. However, he was speaking the truth; due to the recent calamity faced by the capital, many cultivators had chosen to flee this dangerous place. Those who remained were mostly low-level Professionals. Additionally, Ye Huan had specific requirements for Professionals; they had to be martial artists. As a result, in such a vast capital, only two hundred low-level martial artists had been recruited.
Upon hearing Ye Huan's words, Zhao Ziyu couldn't understand where he found such courage. After all, this was not a battle on flat ground where Ye Huan could lead over a hundred people into a million-strong army. In siege warfare, the attacking side inevitably suffers significant losses. With only three hundred members in Dragon Hall, if they lost most of their personnel in this battle, how could Dragon Hall hope to become a special force capable of reclaiming all of Huaxia?
Zhao Ziyu didn't even notice that she now resembled a meticulous housekeeper, constantly considering for Ye Huan and setting aside her identity as the current Empress of Huaxia.
Noticing Zhao Ziyu's furrowed brow and pouting lips, Ye Huan finally realized that she was worried about him. He couldn't help but smile and lightly kissed her pouting lips like a dragonfly skimming over water. Then he quickly left the room as if he had done something wrong. It wasn't until he was far away that his voice reached Zhao Ziyu's ears: "My dear wife, you can rest assured! This battle will definitely symbolize Huaxia Nation's resurgence!"
Watching Ye Huan leave with such flair and feeling the lingering masculine scent on her lips, Zhao Ziyu thought that if given a choice, she would want to find a quiet place with Ye Huan to spend their lives together. However, if that were the case, then Ye Huan would no longer be the dedicated person for Huaxia that he was; she too would no longer be Princess Zhao Ziyu of Huaxia Nation!
Unaware of the thoughts of the beauty behind him, Ye Huan quickly arrived at Dragon Hall's headquarters after leaving his residence. Kicking open the door, he saw one hundred and fifty military Humvees neatly lined up on the left side. Though they were not running, anyone who saw them would feel an aura that did not belong to this world. On the right side lay an array of various firearms scattered across the floor—an impressive sight that included several types of grenades—essentially forming a small arms depot.
Perhaps Ye Huan's entrance startled everyone inside Dragon Hall; in an instant, numerous muscular men emerged from various corners of the room. All were bare-chested like fierce bandits with watchful eyes. Yet upon seeing Ye Huan, they instantly wilted and wore smiles full of flattery. Many even hurried forward in unison to greet him: "Young Master, you're here!"
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