flstandardbreds Chapter 167 Heading to the Military Camp
Chapter 167 Heading to the Military Camp
The relationship between Meng Tian and the King of Qin was extraordinary. They grew up together and were like brothers. Therefore, Meng Tian knew the King's temperament intimately. However, since Princess Jiayang was granted a title, the King of Qin underwent a complete transformation. This change was not only reflected in his increased outward majesty, but also penetrated to his very core, manifesting from within. The King of Qin, who once rarely showed his emotions, was now still imposing, but rarely flew into a rage, and had not taken a life for quite some time.
Furthermore, Fusu's mysterious departure also puzzled Meng Tian. To this day, he still doesn't know where Fusu has gone. But deep down, Meng Tian firmly believes that all these events are inextricably linked to Princess Jiayang. Moreover, the trip of Lord Changping and his entourage to Baga Island, and the arrangement for Prince Huhai to be sent there—this series of seemingly unusual events must also conceal Princess Jiayang's involvement.
Just as Meng Tian was lost in thought, he heard footsteps not far away. His heart tightened, and he instantly became alert, turning around sharply. There he saw Ying Wuyou standing gracefully, followed closely by two imposing guards.
Meng Tian dared not be negligent and quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "This humble general greets Princess Jiayang!" His voice was loud and firm.
Seeing this, Ying Wuyou smiled slightly, waved his hand gently, and said softly, "General Meng, there's no need for such formality."
Meng Tian's gaze fell on Ying Wuyou, and after a moment's hesitation, he asked, "I wonder if the princess is skilled in horsemanship?"
Ying Wuyou shook his head and replied, "General Meng, I have not yet learned to ride a horse."
Upon hearing this, Meng Tian continued, "Since the princess cannot ride a horse, why not travel by carriage? I will personally escort her on horseback."
Ying Wuyou nodded slightly in agreement and replied softly, "Then it will be General Lao Meng's turn."
Before long, a man was seen leading a tall, powerful, and brightly colored horse slowly towards them; another man followed closely behind, pulling a lavishly decorated, spacious, and comfortable carriage.
Ying Wuyou walked gracefully to the carriage, lightly climbed onto the shaft, and then sat down inside. Two guards also quickly leaped onto the seats on either side of the carriage, weapons in hand, their expressions solemn.
Seeing that everything was arranged, Meng Tian nimbly leaped up and landed steadily on the horse's back. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his movements in controlling the horse were as natural and fluid as flowing water, showing the demeanor of a great general.
Because the roads outside the city were all paved with solid, smooth cement, the carriage traveled exceptionally smoothly and quickly. Although Meng Tian could not gallop as fast as he usually did, the slow trot of riding his horse was quite pleasant.
It was winter, and a biting wind howled across his face, bringing a chill that cut to the bone. However, this cold was nothing to Meng Tian, a veteran of countless battles and years of campaigning. He sat steadily on his horse, his posture upright as a pine tree, his gaze fixed resolutely on the winding road ahead.
The journey was far from short; the carriage sped along for a full hour before finally reaching its destination. Inside the carriage, Ying Wuyou was far from comfortable. It was the first time in her life she had ever traveled in a carriage for such a long time, and she felt as if her bones were about to fall apart, her stomach churning with nausea.
Unable to bear it any longer, she gently lifted the curtain and looked outside. She saw Meng Tian riding a tall, imposing horse, looking relaxed and confident, exuding an air of great power and style! Seeing this, Ying Wuyou secretly made up her mind: [I must learn to ride a horse!]
As the carriage drew closer to the military camp, a series of rousing and resounding training shouts echoed from afar, deafeningly loud. Ying Wuyou was startled by the sudden noise, his heart leaping in his throat.
You see, let alone in this life after her transmigration, even in her previous life, she had never actually set foot in a military region. At most, she had only seen some related scenes on television programs. But now, when she truly stood before this majestic and solemn military camp and witnessed firsthand the soldiers covered in mud yet still with unwavering gazes, Ying Wuyou was deeply shocked.
On the training ground, numerous soldiers stood tall and spirited. Uniformly clad in heavy, jet-black armor, they gripped gleaming weapons, marching with perfectly synchronized steps, each stride seemingly pounding the very pulse of the earth. Their movements were swift and decisive, each strike imbued with boundless power and momentum. The soldiers underwent various training exercises, including swordsmanship, marksmanship, and archery. They repeatedly practiced the movements, striving for perfection.
When Ying Wuyou witnessed this magnificent scene, an overwhelming surge of emotion welled up within her, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. Everywhere she looked, she saw the astonishing power of the Qin Dynasty, and the unwavering will and fearless courage of its soldiers.
Filled with reverence and anticipation, Ying Wuyou followed closely behind Meng Tian into the military camp. Meng Tian stood tall and straight on a high platform, facing downwards, and issued several commands in a loud and authoritative voice. Soon after, the soldiers, who had been training enthusiastically, stopped and quickly assembled in the center of the camp. In a short time, all the soldiers were lined up in perfect unison.
Meng Tian turned and glanced at Ying Wuyou beside him, nodding slightly. Ying Wuyou immediately understood—it was her turn to make her appearance. So, she walked gracefully and steadily onto the platform, standing in the center where everyone's attention was focused. At this moment, Meng Tian called out loudly, "Listen up, soldiers! This is our esteemed Princess Jiayang. Today, the princess has come here in person to carefully select a group of outstanding guards from among you."
As soon as Meng Tian finished speaking, the entire troop erupted in a flurry of whispers and murmurs. Seeing this, Meng Tian frowned, his expression darkening, and he was about to lash out when Ying Wuyou gently reached out and tugged at his armor. Sensing Ying Wuyou's action, Meng Tian took a small step back. Then, Ying Wuyou cleared her throat and announced loudly, "Those willing to participate in this guard selection, please remain where you are; if anyone feels they are unsuitable or have no intention of participating, they may return to continue their training."
Upon hearing Ying Wuyou's words, all the soldiers present turned their gazes to Meng Tian. Meng Tian pondered for a moment, then nodded emphatically and loudly replied, "Everything will be handled as the princess says!"