Li Qingxian said, "I hope the Mo Blade Army's first blade aura will sever the spine of the Demon Race on the Northern Bank. Next, I want you to train the Mo Blade Army to death. In half a year, anyone unable to unleash a three-zhang blade aura will be transferred to another army."
He Bao's eyes widened. "A soldier's word is no joke! Then it's settled—the first battle after crossing the river and marching north, our Mo Blade Army will lead the charge!"
The River Guard Army generals grew anxious. Song Wushuang said, "How can we let the Mo Blade Army brothers take such risks? We of the River Guard Army should naturally take the lead in this thankless task."
He Bao instantly turned his face like a dog, saying coldly, "What River Guard Army, Taigu Army? In the end, they're all the damn Idle Prince Army!"
An awkward atmosphere spread.
Lü Wenhua gave a light hop, slapped his shoulder blade, and cursed, "If you can't speak, shut up."
He Bao craned his neck. "That's how it is! Whoever the Idle Prince says is the vanguard is the vanguard!"
"We must lead the first battle," Song Wushuang said.
The former Taigu Army generals' expressions changed slightly.
The generals of the other factions frowned. Chen Yingyang and Du Bo, two First Ranks, had both voluntarily yielded authority and made their stance perfectly clear. The Eastern Ding Kingdom soldiers had held it in for so many years before crossing tens of thousands of miles to come here, yet they had said nothing. What did the River Guard Army mean by this?
Li Qingxian merely smiled and looked at Song Wushuang. "Wushuang, after we cross the river, what are we going to do?"
"Capture Champion City!"
"After capturing Champion City, what are