Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"My lord told me to go?"

In the military tent of Zhenhaiwei Daying Camp, Zhao Yang stood up with a "teng" sound, and looked at Yao Guangcheng in front of him.

"Boy, don't think that you are someone who can fight and train soldiers." Yao Guangcheng did not speak, and Mu Chengzi looked at Zhao Yang with raised eyebrows.

"The younger generation doesn't dare, it's just that here and now, how can I, Zhao Yang, leave?" Zhao Yang clasped his fist at Mu Chengzi and said loudly.

"Are you just playing around with the monster clan lore list?" Mu Chengzi said in an annoyed voice, "It's as strong as Liu Qilin back then..."

"Okay," Yao Guangcheng raised his hand, interrupted Mu Chengzi's words, and then looked at Zhao Yang: "This is an order, leave immediately, and when your army is trained, I will call you to the front line."

"The army is trained?" Zhao Yang's face showed a strange color, he looked at the other black robes in the big tent, and then turned to the leading generals of the first battalion below, and said in a low voice: "At that time, the new army The 30 troops of the First Battalion are almost exhausted, right?"

Yao Guangcheng and Mu Chengzi's expressions changed, the other men in black robes bowed their heads in silence, and the faces of the generals of the first battalion turned pale.

In the big tent, for a while, no one spoke.

"Sure enough, it's still a success..." Zhao Yang raised his head and sighed softly.

He, Zhao Yang, wanted to make the soldiers composed of mortals and low-level practitioners have their own strength. He worked hard to train the soldiers, so that they could have power beyond the limitations of their own cultivation and class.

But this power is still not worth mentioning in the eyes of high-level practitioners.

Those high and powerful powers will not put these people in their eyes, nor will they hang their lives in their hearts.

"Hmph, you, Zhao Yang, are not yet qualified to call yourself a 'successful general'. Let's talk about the day when a battle will shake the world." Yao Guangcheng snorted softly, and said with some impatience: "Lead your soldiers and leave quickly. I'm not bad at all." Your soldiers and horses."

"My lord, how can we train iron-blooded fighters without going through bloody battles? I, Zhao Yang, have a bad heart when I retreat before the battle. I am afraid that I will never succeed!" Zhao Yang ignored Yao Guangcheng's words, raised his head, and said loudly.

Yao Guangcheng stood up slowly, staring at Zhao Yang, his eyes seemed to burst into flames: "Does my human race lack geniuses? What my Xizhou lacks are living geniuses!"

He strode up to Zhao Yang, and pointed at Zhao Yang: "Not in a good mood? Liu Qilin also said this at the beginning, but in the end he was killed in the sea, and none of the 300 Qilin guards survived, leaving [-] people in Xizhou. The accumulation of years is exhausted."

"Dayu Liu Qilin was killed at the mouth of the sea, the Lingyun sword sect Qin Changtian sword broke through the sky cliff, the sky fire sect Huo Zhan turned into a sky fire and died with the enemy in Liuyan Valley, the prince Su Zihua of the West Yue Kingdom established his foundation at the age of 16, 21-year-old Jindan, 43-year-old Yuanying, known as the No.1 of the young generation of Xizhou..."

Yao Guangcheng's face showed a deep sense of sadness: "It is such a person, who was eventually schemed by the monster clan, and his cultivation level was ruined, and his whereabouts are unknown. For thousands of years, the only person in Xizhou who can be called a genius is Changli Daoist Yin Daozi Forget about feelings, seek the supreme way, and become one of the giants in Xizhou today."

"The monster race lore list, how many people are amazingly talented and gorgeous every year, and how many people can become the pillars of my human race in the end?"

Mu Chengzi, who was silent at the side, sighed: "My uncle Guangmu Daoist was once known as the most promising person to touch the Dao realm in the Yinling Tomb for 3000 years." He raised his head and looked at Zhao Yang with a hint of earnestness in his eyes. : "In the end, he was besieged and killed in Sanyang Mountain by the 12 Yuanying of the Yaozu."

"Zhao Yang, do you understand?"

You can understand.

To live is to have a future.

Being alive is the greatest contribution to the human race.

How could Zhao Yang not understand these words.

He wished he could be a cultivator who doesn't care about worldly affairs, relying on his golden fingers, after thousands of years, he might not be able to become a figure standing at the pinnacle of Xizhou, or even the entire Tianxuan world.

However, after seeing the tragedy on the great river, can his heart still calm down and practice alone?
Impossible, if this is the case, maybe he won't be able to break through the Golden Core Realm after 1000 years of practice.

A practitioner who loses his energy will not live forever even for tens of thousands of years.

"Brother Zhao, I know your ability to train soldiers, but it doesn't mean that we can't defend the embankment without you, Zhao Yang?" Sitting behind Zhao Yang was a bearded general from the first battalion. Standing up, he said loudly.

"That's right, there are thousands of tombstones on this embankment, and I, Sun Wannian, deserve one of them, but you, Zhao Yang, are not worth it." Another general also stood up.

Then, those first battalion generals sitting behind Zhao Yang all stood up, staring at Zhao Yang with piercing eyes.

"Okay!" Zhao Yang turned around with a smile on his face: "Since you guys think highly of me, Zhao Yang, then I won't go to the embankment."

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, everyone in the big tent showed joy.

This joy was not for himself, but for Zhao Yang's immortality, and for the immortality of the genius of the human race.

"But I'm not leaving here."

Zhao Yang's words froze the smiles on everyone's faces.

"I have a method of training soldiers, which I can share with you, I have a secret realm, which can help you train soldiers, I have spirit stones, and magic weapons. I, Zhao Yang, will not go to the battlefield, so I can do logistics for everyone, right?" , Zhao Yang raised his head and looked at Yao Guangcheng in front of him.

"Just your little family background, what am I going to do—" Before Yao Guangcheng finished speaking, Zhao Yang stretched out his hand, and ten crystal clear top-quality spirit stones hung in front of him.

Yao Guangcheng opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, swept his sleeves and put away the Lingshi.

Zhao Yang grinned and turned his face: "Brothers, why don't we change the equipment first?"

In Zhenhaiwei Camp, Yao Guangcheng led Mu Chengzi and the others, watching tens of thousands of troops line up in long queues in a daze, and then each of them received a piece of high-grade mortal armor and weapons.

Thousands of high-grade ordinary utensils can still be produced in the camp, but no one can do the thousands of costume changes.

Not only these high-grade magical artifacts, but all military academies have received magical artifacts. As long as they are in the realm of refining Qi, each person will be given a dozen frost talismans.

"This Zhao Yang is really..."

"Local tyrant." A black-robed priest's eyes shined.

"Yes." Yao Guangcheng nodded, and reached out to take out a top-quality spirit stone.

Before, he was reluctant to use up the spirit stone, but at this time, he felt that he could still use it.

"boom--"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The sound of war drums came from the embankment, and Yao Guangcheng flew away with a flash of inspiration.

"Zhao Yang, you are not allowed to go up the embankment every day."

Several black-robed priests stretched out their figures, and the banner of heroic spirits appeared, flying towards the embankment.

Led by the general, the army who had just changed their equipment rushed towards the embankment with great momentum.

Zhao Yang pursed his lips, and shouted: "He Shuangchi, get rid of the monsters. When the brothers come back from victory, they will serve you with good wine and good meat—" "Good!" He Shuangchi rolled up his sleeves, and said cheerfully: "Zhao Yang Bro, should I bake or boil?"

……

Standing in the camp, Zhao Yang watched the bloody light flashing into the sky from time to time on the other side of the embankment, and the sound of shouting and killing came from his ears.

From noon to the west of the sun.

The soldiers in the battalion changed their clothes and rushed to the embankment one by one, but no one came down.

The last sliver of sunset fell, and the sound of war drums and shouts on the other side of the embankment gradually subsided.

Teams of soldiers retreated from the embankment and slowly came towards the camp.

"He Shuangchi, is the meat rotten? Is the wine hot?" Zhao Yang said loudly with joy on his face.

"It's dead, it's dead, it's long gone!" He Shuangchi was covered in fireworks, with thousands of steaming cauldrons behind him.

Zhao Yang rushed to the gate of the camp, shouting: "Brothers, wine and meat—"

On the opposite side, every soldier had a gloomy expression, holding two or three knives and guns, and wearing two or three pieces of armor.

Most of the people who came back were missing.