"In a few days, I'll give you one thousand sets of Dark Cloud Armor. You can prepare in advance.
"How about a name for the new army? For example, the Hundred Wars Armored Army?"
Mi Ziwen: "…"
…
As the deputy master of the Huaxia Pavilion, Shi Songtao brought Mi Ziwen and the injured soldiers of Great Xia to rest and reorganize.
Yang Hong arrived in front of Zhou Shu.
He hadn't come of his own accord. Zhou Shu had called him over.
"What are your orders, Your Highness?" Yang Hong said.
For some reason, since entering the camp, his eyelids had been twitching.
He thought about it but couldn't figure out why.
It didn't make sense that the king would harm him.
In the end, he could only think that it could be attributed to the king's trouble-making constitution…
"Divine Constable Yang, are you getting used to this Mo Mei Sword?" Zhou Shu smiled.
