A Move Across Life and Death

"Bang."

The sound of the elegant door of the living room closing gently was heard, and Xu Yuan slumped back to the soft couch looking slightly exhausted.

After receiving a positive reply, Hua Hong stood up and left. For a while, only Xu Yuan and Bai Muxi were left in the hall.

Xu Yuan did not speak, and Bai Muxi did not dare to speak.

But after a while of burning incense, Bai Muxi still couldn't hold it in any longer. He knelt down on the ground and moved rustlingly towards Xu Yuan. A sweet voice sounded softly:

"Young Master... Mu Xi has learned some basic knowledge about military formations before. The military formation formation does not actually require high ordnance requirements. You only need Spirit Blade to form an army."

After the voice fell, Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes and glanced at her, half smiling:

"Why didn't you say this just now? Now that the money has been spent, isn't it a bit late to say this?"

Bai Muxi was stunned for a moment, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he quickly explained:

"Young Master Cai refused to interrupt just now. Mu Xi should obey. Mr. Hua has not gone far yet. If he regrets it now, he should agree."

Xu Yuan stared at her for a few breaths, shook his head slightly, and said:

"I'm just kidding."

"You are right. The military formation is mainly composed of people. It is true that each person can initially form an army with a Spirit Blade. However, once on the battlefield, without the protection of armor, the death rate of soldiers will become very high. Moreover, the armor formation pattern can provide a small increase in the resonance of the military formation, so we must not save on ordnance."

Speaking of this, Xu Yuan sat up slightly, with a smile on his lips:

"Little White, if I go to find Hua Hong now and go to the battlefield, all your people will become cannon fodder. Are you sure you want me to go find him?"

The purple gauze fell down, Bai Muxi opened her red lips, and lowered her eyes:

". unwilling."

Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Be honest this time. I thought you would say something bitchy but for my good."

Bai Muxi Hearing this joke, his heart immediately relaxed and he pursed his lips and smiled:

"Master, if you wish, Mu Xi can say it now."

Xu Yuan hummed slightly and waved his hand:

"Come on, it doesn't feel that way anymore."

Bai Muxi pondered for a while, climbed onto the soft couch, and sat beside Xu Yuan, leaving him with a straight and graceful profile. While pouring wine for him, he said:

"Sir, your actions may make Black Scale Army dissatisfied."

Xu Yuan glanced at her with interest:

"Oh? What should I say? I used my own money."

After pouring the wine, Bai Muxi turned slightly sideways with his soft body, reached out and handed the wine glass to Xu Yuan, and said softly:

"The people of the Seven Cities are independent of the Black Scale Army. As the heir of the Prime Minister's Mansion, you are so kind to one and the other. Even if it does not involve etiquette and law, they will definitely have complaints in their hearts."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan frowned slightly. He was thinking about other things just now, but he didn't take this into consideration for the time being.

But then I felt a little funny.

Although it is a small place, it is still the number one leader of the Underground Palace remnants, and Bai Muxi sees these interests very clearly.

Black Scale Army may not care about these, but it may be, after all, people do not suffer from scarcity, but from inequality.

Although the source of his money did not come from Prime Minister's Estate, if there were no survivors of the Underground Palace, this batch of ordnance materials would have been allocated to them.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Yuan shook his head:

"There's no need to worry about this."

"Huh?" Bai Muxi was surprised.

Xu Yuan pointed in the direction of the door and chuckled:

"Mr. Hua will take care of it for me. Black Scale Army won't know about it."

Prime Minister's Estate Finance and military affairs are completely separated.

Prime Minister's Mansion's top executives all know that this is the bottom line for the Prime Minister.

Black Scale Army Whoever dares to cross the line and touch Tian'an Chamber of Commerce, that dad will never be merciful.

With this layer of restrictions, although the scale of this batch of ordnance is large, as long as Hua Hong and Lou Ji deliberately cover it up for him, Black Scale Army will not receive any news.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan felt relaxed and happy.

This is probably the function of direct lineage.

Other Prime Minister's Mansion executives may be skeptical or even repulsive towards Crown Prince, but Hua Hong and Lou Ji are firmly on his side.

He took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Xu Yuan chuckled:

"But thank you anyway. I was just thinking about other things and didn't notice this."

Bai Muxi blinked his bright eyes and said softly:

"Other matters. Mu Xi is willing to share the burden with the young master."

After thinking for a moment, Xu Yuan softly said:

"I'm thinking about how to deal with what Mr. Fang Caihuai said to me at the end."

"Final words?"

"Those responsible for producing ordnance Aristocratic Clan."

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Little White's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment, and she didn't know how to answer this.

Because this involves her knowledge blind spot.

Seven Cities Alliance is so big, and some weapons production is directly handled by priests like them, but there is no such thing as Aristocratic Clan in the Underground Palace.

Seeing the other party's embarrassment, Xu Yuan didn't care at all, and said, minding his own business:

"Mr. Hua's last words reminded me that these people are trying to form a military-industrial complex."

"Military-industrial complex?" Little White looked confused.

Xu Yuan smiled and explained:

"It is a huge interest group composed of military production and military agencies."

Bai Muxi thought for a moment and whispered:

"But, aren't those Aristocratic Clan under the banner of Tian'an Chamber of Commerce? They shouldn't be able to connect with the Black Scale Army, right? And it's difficult for scattered Aristocratic Clan to scale."

"That's it for now."

Xu Yuan's voice was filled with helplessness, and he whispered, "If the war expands, for the sake of production efficiency, these chambers of commerce responsible for ordnance production Aristocratic Clan will most likely be integrated. After all, the simplest Spirit Blade has to go through a dozen hands to turn the most upstream minerals into weapons, let alone those cumbersome large-scale ordnance."

Speaking of this, Xu Yuan sighed lightly and handed the empty wine glass back to Little White:

"And if the war worsens, there is a high probability that these metallurgical ordnance Aristocratic Clan will be allowed to directly dock with the Black Scale Army."

Bai Muxi held the wine glass and rubbed it carefully with her slender fingers, which were as white as mutton fat. There was a hint of worry subconsciously in her eyes.

She could understand the significance of these words.

Once that step is reached, Prime Minister's Estate's military industrial production capacity and military combat power will be completely released, but at the same time, the power of this group of people will expand infinitely, even to the extent that they can influence the direction of the entire Prime Minister's Mansion's progress.

Thoughts flashed by, Bai Muxi suddenly smiled softly and said softly:

"Master, why should you worry? Isn't there Lord Xu here?"

Even if it turns out to be true as Young Master said, this group of people are all direct descendants of Xu Yinhe. As long as Lord Xu is willing, it is actually not difficult to deal with this group.

Hearing this, Xu Yuan Wan'er smiled and followed these words and said:

"You're right. Maybe I'm unfounded."

Having said that, Xu Yuan didn't say much on this matter, but he was worried at all.

With his father here, these people really can't make any trouble, but the problem is that his father is not in good health, and he once bluntly said that his life span is only about twenty years.

If the war can end within twenty years, these military-industrial complexes that emerged during the war will be re-divided. Once the war lasts longer than this time, this mess will have to be left to him Xu Yuan.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan inexplicably thought of Yuan Hao.

That madman who loves to kill.

The moment this thought came together, Xu Yuan subconsciously opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally smiled softly.

He suddenly realized that his father had already made a plan for what he was worried about now.

Yuan Hao is a key left to him by his father.

Conquering Wanxiang Sect, fighting fiercely Barbarian Tribe, and massacring Northern Border are all things Xu Yinhe is doing to accumulate military merit for Yuan Hao, so that His status in the Black Scale Army continues to improve. In the subsequent wars, Yuan Hao will most likely gradually replace Zong Qingsheng and become the commander-in-chief of the Black Scale Army.

And when everything is over, Yuan Hao's reputation will reach its peak,

Then,

On top of that mountain, it fell like a meteor.

[Third Young Master Killers will always be killed. How can someone like me die a good death?]

This is what Yuan Hao and Xu Yuan said when they first met.

It was also the chess piece that his father in black laid down for him in the future after his death across decades.

The second day in a row