The Dragon Pavilion soldiers were the elite of the elite!
In the annals of the Dragon Pavilion's achievements, the most unbelievable was a battle where eight thousand men annihilated eighty thousand, and still had five thousand left standing.
No one would believe it if they heard it, but that was the truth; often, the unbelievable was the truth.
After Mu Hanqi got up, she saw Ye Longlin smoking on the balcony on the second floor, his face devoid of expression, or at least, his joy or sorrow was undetectable from his face.
His heart ached, ached to the extreme. The Dragon Pavilion soldiers, he had watched them grow step by step, he had personally written their training plans, watching them transform from mere rookies into the pillars they were today.
If commanded properly, fifty thousand soldiers would not have died in vain, nor would victory have been bought at such a heavy price.
An uncontrollable rage seemed about to erupt from his chest.
"I always thought my departure was insignificant."
He once believed that with Qin Hanlie and Lin Langsheng, with these two old war gods presiding over the military, there wouldn't be any major problems, and thus he chose to step down.
Stepping down meant that the Dragon Pavilion, which he, Ye Longlin, had personally founded, would move into a new era, and all its glory and achievements would become encrypted files, never to be disclosed.
He had completely become an ordinary person, able to live a peaceful life with Mu Hanqi.
Looking back now, he realized he was terribly mistaken!
But was this fair to the soldiers of the Dragon Pavilion?
Unfair!
Of the 1.4 billion citizens of Great Xia, how many knew of the Dragon Pavilion?
At most, not ten thousand!
It was only after the gradual disclosure of the Dragon Pavilion that more and more people became aware of its existence, but what did they know besides it being an external force of violence?
They knew nothing.
Some even said that in a time of peace and prosperity, such an organization would disrupt peace between nations.
There were not a few people like that.
Looking back now, Ye Longlin had indeed left with grace, he had gracefully departed, but none of the Dragon Pavilion soldiers could have anyone champion their cause.
The Dragon Pavilion during his time was entirely different from the Dragon Pavilion during Yuan Gang's time.
Yuan Gang had to act according to the rules, but he did not need to!
Ye Longlin stood there for half an hour, and Mu Hanqi accompanied him for half an hour.
"I have failed them, and I owe them glory."
"They are not cowards, nor are they useless. They are the elite of the Dragon Pavilion, elite soldiers I personally trained."
His voice was hoarse, and tears welled up in his eyes.
A man does not shed tears easily, only when his heart is deeply grieved.
Currently, apart from the front where Prince Dingping was located, the other three fronts had not suffered such heavy casualties. The western front had the largest casualties.
"Actually, I really wanted to see you in that military uniform again. You looked very handsome."
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Outside Wuzhen, a middle-aged man, appearing to be fifty years old, hobbled towards the city with a crutch, his face etched with the vicissitudes of time. One leg was gone, leaving him only with the crutch.
"Dad, please come back with us. Great Xia has produced many talents, and there is no need for you to go to the battlefield anymore. Look at you, you only just turned forty when you joined the army, and now you look like you're fifty or sixty. Won't you stop being so stubborn?"
"Yes, Dad, we are not looking down on you at all. Besides, if you go like this, when will you reach the city? Why don't you come home with us, and we'll drive you there?"
On the crosswalk, the middle-aged man remained silent. Behind him, a man and a woman, judging by their tone, were his son and daughter-in-law, both very filial.
Cheng Weiguo said with firm determination, "Prince Dingping is a complete idiot. I'm telling you, none of my Dragon Pavilion soldiers are cowards. This Prince Dingping has betrayed so many of my Dragon Pavilion soldiers, causing them all to die on the battlefield. I'm not going to the battlefield today, I'm going to the capital to demand an explanation from Prince Dingping!"
"That little girl Qingluan, I watched her grow up. Back then, there were only Xuan Niao and Qingluan among the girls in the entire Dragon Pavilion. I trained Qin Luan, and I was also her half-mentor. Now that she has died on the battlefield, I, as her mentor, must seek justice for her!"
Cheng Weiguo, one of the first generation generals of the Dragon Pavilion, one of the eighty-six living Golden Warriors who retired!
Of the first generation generals of the Dragon Pavilion, only eighty-six survived. At their retirement ceremony, Ye Longlin had bestowed upon them the title of the Eighty-Six Golden Warriors.
Even Yuan Gang's previous Four Golden Warriors were selected from them.
When Qin Luan first joined the Dragon Pavilion, Cheng Weiguo, being arrogant, thought she wouldn't last. He even assigned her tasks that were more demanding than those for the male soldiers, but she completed them all without complaint. At that time, he knew that Qin Luan was destined for great things.
Yet now, she had died so unjustly on the battlefield!
"Dad, please listen to me. We are just ordinary people, why worry about these national affairs? These are not things we should be concerned about. You, just listen to me, go home, be good, and let Xiao Xuan accompany you, okay?"
Cheng Youwei coaxed him in a humble tone. Just then, a speeding car was about to hit them. The driver finally reacted and slammed on the brakes.
"Screech—"
The tires screeched to a halt, emitting a puff of black smoke.
"Damn it! Are you guys trying to die or what? Why are you running a red light like a maniac? Fornicate your mother, get out of my way, or I'll run you down!"
A young man got out of a red sports car, lit a cigar, and immediately started cursing.
Cheng Youwei glanced at the license plate, and his expression darkened. "Don't you know how to read traffic lights? It's a red light now, and you're still trying to run it and you have the nerve to talk back? Is this how your dad taught you?"
The young man sneered, "Who the hell do you think you are? You don't need to worry about how my dad educated me. If you really want to die, you can stand in front of my car, and I'll see if I dare to run you down!
I'm rich, even if I run you down, nothing will happen to you. At most, you can try it!"
Cheng Youwei took out his phone and chuckled, "Your dad wouldn't dare talk to me like that, wait and see, today I'll make sure you know what respect for elders is."
Gu Yan disdainfully said, "Is that so? Then let's try it. See who can call more people, or how many people I can call today."
Both sides were contacting their people.
Ten minutes later, several sports cars stopped, blocking the entire road. All the people who arrived were young masters from the local area!
"You scoundrel, you're not barking anymore?"