Eighty miles north of Amputon City, there is a crescent-shaped bay, which is the largest military port of the Winter Moon Empire.

One hundred and thirty-five ships of the Imperial Navy's First Task Force docked neatly in the bay.

The total number of Task Force First is over 100,000. They will arrive at Turtle Island with a large amount of supplies in advance to prepare for the general attack.

It was exactly ten o'clock in the morning and the sun was shining.

Well!!!

The huge buzzer at the Navy headquarters sounded.

After three sounds, the flagship of the First Task Force [Winter] commanded the battleship to break through the layers of waves and set sail first.

Sixteen main battleships followed closely behind the flagship, followed by large troop transport ships and material supply ships.

Among them, only 30% of the military ships were civilian transport ships, and most of them were not even armed at all.

Can such a fleet play a role in the fierce landing war? This is probably a question that no one can understand.

Feng Sen, the captain of the First Task Force, stood at the stern of the ship, with his hands falling down, and his eyes looked at the gradually fading continent, with a serious look on his face.

Similarly, the deck of each ship was full of soldiers from all over the mainland, and no one knew whether he could come back this time.

The ship driven by large-scale machine tools is extremely fast. In a short while, the mainland disappeared on the other side of the sea.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hundreds of Thunderfighters and large transport aircraft formed a team of whizzing past the fleet. These aircraft were also members of the First Advance Team, but they were on faster aircraft.

Hundreds of fighter planes lined up in neat rows and flew over the fleet, and were filled with darkness, like the black clouds before the storm came.

Well!!!

Hundreds of aircraft pressed the sirens on the motor at the same time.

This is their tribute to their teammates.

Bang!

The soldiers on the deck saluted to the sky, and they looked at the sky, silent.

The fighter jet group accelerated its speed and quickly left the fleet behind.

"These guys are so lucky that they have the chance to fly, but we have to stay in this canned cabin for a week," said a young soldier on the troop transport ship, with dazzling red hair, lying on the railing and spitting bored into the sea.

A strong man, who was much taller than him, hugged his shoulders, "What's there to be envious? It's good to take a boat and can come out for some breath. Speaking of envy, I envy you for having a beautiful wife. By the way, the sir, how did you write your suicide note?"

The beheading operation is a large-scale secret operation. All soldiers' suicide letters will be collected first. The letter will not be mailed after the war is over.

The red-haired soldier scratched his head and smiled bitterly on his face, "I won't write that thing, it's bad luck."

"If that is..." The strong soldier was a little puzzled.

"I know what you want to say. I have thought of it for a long time. Those tribesmen in my family are indeed very greedy, but I have transferred all the property under my name to my wife's name. Even if they fight, they will be useless." The red-haired soldier looked at the sea and said very normally.

The strong soldier frowned, "Vissue Thorp, I admire you more and more. Your trick is more and more useful than suicide notes."

The red-haired soldier laughed, "How did you write it?"

The big soldier smiled embarrassedly, "I didn't write that thing either. You don't know my mother's temper. If my mother knew that this mission was to attack the enemy's nest, she would definitely use all her resources to drive me back from the army."

"Indeed." The red-haired soldier tilted his head and looked at the big guy. "Aunt Lina is famous for protecting her. When you joined the army, she even ran to our house and cried several times, saying that you are the only male in the family. If something happens to you, she will be sorry for your ancestors."

The big guy was speechless, looked up at the sky, and he whispered: "If I don't join the army, I'm sorry for my ancestors."

...

On the evening of the day when Task Force first set off, a special guest was welcomed by the distant Mingwu Continent.

The Imperial Palace of the Mingwu Empire.

The buildings here are far less gorgeous than the winter moon. The square shape is all decorated with white, without carved beams, painted buildings, waterfront pavilions, and towers. It is simply a bit too simple. Except for the larger building area, there is no difference between this place and the people.

The guards were standing on both sides of the rock white road. The Ming martial artists were stronger and taller than the two-monthly people. Many soldiers had big beards, wide-eyed tiger eyes, and extremely wild appearance.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, and hundreds of important members of the Mingwu Empire sat on the ground. The customs here were somewhat similar to those in ancient China. People sat on futons, and each had a separate small table in front of them.

The first person was a man in his thirties. He was a man of great power and extraordinary martial arts, with a certain temperament of a hero in the world. If he hadn't worn a pure gold crown on his head, it would be really hard to believe that this person was Zhuang Xuanmo, the monarch of Mingwu.

After both sides made some courtesy, Lin Dong sat on the left side of Zhuang Xuanmo, with Zhuang Zhou next to him.

A stingy old man sitting opposite him. He was about seventy years old, his hair and hair were as white as stagnant water, and he was as thin as a bamboo pole. This was Cui Bai, the most beloved national teacher in the Mingwu Empire and the emperor.

Next to Cui Bai was a man in his fifties. He was over 1.9 meters tall and looked majestic in his uniform. His sword eyebrows were upright, and his pair of wind-catching ears were as big as a basin. He was the first tiger general of the Mingwu Empire, the emperor's uncle, Zhuang Huchen.

It is naturally inevitable that politeness is inevitable at the banquet. After three rounds of dishes and five flavors, everyone has some alcoholic intentions, and their words are not as reserved as before.

The two sides talked about the topics of love and misfortune, but no one mentioned the purpose of Lin Dong's trip.

Lin Dong was not in a hurry, as if he was fine, and drank a few glasses of wine and ate a few bites of food.

His eyes kept observing. Zhuang Zhou had already told Lin Dong that Cui Bai and Zhuang Huchen were the emperor's most confidants. If he wanted to persuade the Mingwu Empire to send troops, he had to make these two nod, either of which was indispensable.

Zhuang Huchen is very generous. He drinks a big bowl whenever he drinks. He doesn't need chopsticks to eat vegetables. He picks up a leg of lamb and stuffs it into his mouth. Lin Dong did not talk to him in detail, and he has a little confidence in his temper and personality.

On the other hand, the national teacher Cui Bai knew that he was a cunning master at first glance. He drank a small sip when others asked him to drink. He didn't say that he could drink too much. If others didn't agree if they didn't even sip, he could always find out the other party's flaws and force the other party to drink more.

The ministers present were all familiar with Cui Bai's trick, so they didn't argue with him, so they could drink as much as Cui Bai asked him to drink.

Since wine is a person’s character, people with poor wine taste are not much better. Lin Dong frowned, "This Cui Bai doesn’t seem easy to deal with, and it takes some effort to do it."

At this time, Emperor Zhuang Xuanmo saw that Lin Dong was a little depressed, picked up his glass and started chatting with him, "Prince Lin, you come from Shuangyue. I wonder how the scenery of my Mingwu Continent is compared to Shuangyue Continent?"

As soon as the emperor spoke, all the ministers at the table shut their mouths and listened to Lin Dong's answer. After all, the Double Moon Continent thousands of miles away was a mysterious place for the Mingwu people.

Lin Dong smiled, raised his neck, and drank the white wine in his glass.

"Your Majesty, the Mingwu continent is vast and has a natural scenery and a wonderful and wonderful train, which has opened my eyes to this trip." Lin Dong said a few beautiful words very politely, and the ministers nodded one after another. Who wouldn't say that their hometown is good? An outsider praised his hometown naturally made them feel very helpful.

"On the way I came just now, I saw the guards in the palace. They were tall, great, heroic and extraordinary. I believe that your country's army must be well-trained on weekdays, and naturally the combat effectiveness will not be bad."

Zhuang Huchen nodded repeatedly. He was the number one tiger general in Mingwu and the head of the army. Lin Dong praised Mingwu's army and felt very glorious on his face.

"Prince Lin is right." Zhuang Huchen was not humble at all. "Our ancestors relied on their strong military strength to unify the mainland. The army was the foundation of our Ming Dynasty's military establishment. We have never slacked off in military affairs for four hundred years."

Cui Bai's cunning little eyes rolled and asked, "I wonder how many troops your country has? So what's the combat power?"

Other ministers, especially generals, were also very interested in this issue.

"Haha, I happen to have some shadow cards for the Dongyue Army fighting against the Divine Min. If you are interested, you might as well watch it. But I would like to remind you in advance that war is not training, it is extremely cruel. If it affects your appetite, I will not be responsible."

"What's scary?" Zhuang Huchen said with some dissatisfaction. Lin Dong mentioned the war and just poked the pain of his first tiger general in Mingwu. The Mingwu continent has been in a state of peace for a long time and has never fought from top to bottom. Even the number one warrior in the empire, he, at most, competes in martial arts and clears the bandits on weekdays. Speaking of war, it is already a very distant word.

The other generals were also a little dissatisfied and thought Lin Dong had the intention to despise them. In fact, most of them were guilty. How could an army that had never fought a war be considered an army?

Emperor Zhuang Xuanmo was also very interested in wars. The stories of those wars had long been engraved into his mind, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance to witness them with his own eyes.

Soon, scenes of war in the banquet hall began to take place.

Half an hour later, all the Mingwu ministers present were sweating profusely.

In the picture, blood flows into a river and corpses pile up into mountains, from short slaughter slaves to huge demigods as huge as peaks. These cruel people left them with too many indelible impressions.

Emperor Zhuang Xuanmo swallowed and spitted. The real war and story were two different concepts. When the two people bit each other hysterically, it might be a joke. However, who can still laugh when hundreds of thousands of people are slashing and slashing wildly with blood?

When a corpse is placed in front of people, people will feel fear. When hundreds of thousands of incomplete corpses emit a foul smell in front of them, it is far from something that fear can describe! It seems like being in hell!

Lin Dong seized the opportunity and asked someone to bring some living gods to walk around the banquet hall. Everyone's faces became even more ugly. The wine and meat on the table became no longer delicious, but it made people almost vomit.

Only Lin Dong was still eating there happily. He had long seen these scenes and could not affect his appetite at all.

The welcome banquet became very strange, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was cold and boring. Lin Dong said goodbye and left tactfully, without mentioning a question about asking the Mingwu Empire to send troops, because he knew that hasteness would be ineffective and needed to give them some time to consider it. Of course, this time would not be too long.

...

The next morning, Lin Dong got up early one morning.

I watched the shadow card and the living gods brought by Lin Dong last night. Today, the Mingwu Empire is going to hold a meeting to discuss whether to participate in the attack on the gods and people.

At this time, it depends on the ability of Zhuang Zhou, the three envoys who visited on both months.

Zhuang Zhou and the other two not only felt the terror of the gods and people, but also accepted a large number of gifts from Lin Dong. At this time, it was their duty to repay them.

After breakfast, Lin Dong ran alone to the streets of the Mingwu Emperor Capital and wandered around.

"Lin Dong, you don't seem to be very worried about whether the Mingwu Empire will send troops?" Mr. Gui said in Lin Dong's consciousness.

Now that Maya is not around, the old man who has long been depressed has begun to become active again.

Lin Dong bought a bunch of candied haws and said to Mr. Gui while eating them: "Why aren't I worried? Am I not worried about coming here in person?"

"Then why don't you ask to attend the meeting?"

"It's not that I don't want to go, but I can't go." Lin Dong said: "I can't make them feel as if the Bimonthly Alliance is difficult to win without them. I want them to feel that we have the confidence to win the war alone."

"Why?" Old Gui became more confused as he heard it. "The situation of the enemy is unknown. With the help of the Mingwu Empire, he will be more confident."

"That's true, but you have to remember that this world is always difficult to provide timely help, and it's easy to add icing on the cake."

"I understand." The ghost guy thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You want to give them confidence and make them feel that they can win as long as they send troops. This will not cause any loss to them and there will be less resistance."

Lin Dong nodded, "Suppose you are Emperor Mingwu, I tell you that you will die if you go. Will you go?"

Old Turtle laughed, "No, only a fool will go."
To be continued...