After listening to Lin Xiang's words, Di Xin thought about it carefully and realized it was indeed the case.
When his own scoundrel son first debuted, he dared to participate in the chaotic battle of golden-tier warriors riding a turtle.
By today, he had money, people, and a group of veteran warmongers and maniacs supporting him.
Given his son's personality, it would be a disservice to his ancestors if he didn't stir up some major trouble.
Meanwhile, at another meeting, Jiang Zheng directly proposed forming a 30,000-strong army based on each person's combat style and the family's elite troops, to serve as their personal legions.
Leng Shan was the first to agree. The Leng family's hunter brigade had already expanded to 50,000 men, so he could easily draw 30,000 from it. He then said to Lin Zhan:
"Old Lin, Old Jiang's suggestion is excellent. We've all been influenced by our families since childhood, so we'll have a better understanding of commanding our own troops. I'll go first. My Dragon Mastiff Legion is ready for battle at any time."
Lin Zhan waved his hand and said to the group of brutes in the Huaxia team:
"Then it's decided. Brothers, you can all form your personal legions based on your own styles or your families' elite troops. I'll cover all the expenses, but there's one condition: when there's trouble, you have to stand up for me."
The generous Master Lin then presented resources equivalent to 10 million lord-tier crystal cores as their military expenses.
Leng Shan, without a word, immediately took 2 million. Seeing the envious gazes of his brothers, Leng Shan waved his hand and released over 20 hounds led by two Dragon Mastiffs.
The crowd's eyes twitched. This guy had no sense of honor. Which decent person would snatch food from a dog's mouth for some resources?
If they won, it would sound bad – that they snatched food from a dog. If they lost, it would be even worse; they'd be bitten and hospitalized by the dogs. Even that savage He Dazhuang wouldn't do such a thing.
Meanwhile, at the Human King's Court, Han Xin, Li Shimin, and Li Jing sneaked into the royal tomb.
Li Shimin worriedly said, "Ancestor Han Xin, are we really going to dig? This is usually a job for Ancestor Di Xin, isn't it? Are we considered tomb robbers?"
Han Xin, carrying a shovel, was meticulously searching through the royal tombs one by one:
"This is hardly tomb robbing. Only the dead have tombs. Look at these guys, none of them are dead. Stop talking nonsense and quickly dig out Li Siyi. I need him back to train the Modao soldiers for me."
Li Shimin looked at Li Jing, bewildered, and said, "Modao soldiers? That's a seriously expensive undertaking, and the requirements are high. The lowest must be peak golden-tier, right?"
Li Jing sneered, "That's the minimum standard. This time, we'll all choose platinum-tier warriors, equip them with uniform enchanted heavy armor and diamond-tier Modao. Each person will require resources equivalent to at least one lord-tier crystal core."
Li Shimin was stunned for a moment, "Holy crap, who's so awesome? Even during our Tang Dynasty's most prosperous times, we only managed to form 30,000 Modao soldiers, and 25,000 of them used Hengdao."
Han Xin said with disdain, "And you're still bragging with such meager achievements. Look at Huo Qubing. Just by robbing, he assembled an 8,000-strong cavalry army! And those were all top-grade swift horses."
"Ancestor Han Xin, give it a rest. Who doesn't know who? Ancestor Huo Qubing was a fierce warrior who plundered the entire Central Asia to gather those funds. Later, with no wars to fight, just to maintain these 8,000 cavalry troops, he made Ancestor Liu Che drink millet porridge for three years. He was in such dire straits. How many tens of thousands of Modao soldiers are you planning to form this time?" Li Shimin said with disdain.
Li Jing looked at Li Shimin with the eyes of an idiot and said:
"How many years have we known each other? When did you become so foolish? I don't know. If we were forming tens of thousands of Modao soldiers, would the three of us kings have to sneak around and dig up graves?"
Li Shimin looked at his old brother and said, "Holy crap, Duke of Wei, how much benefit did you receive to help him brag like this? Are tens of thousands not enough? Is he planning to form hundreds of thousands?"
Li Jing nodded and said, "That's precisely the case. This time, we've encountered a rich young lord. He's asked Ancestor Han Xin to train a main combat legion of 10 million, and to form Modao soldiers as needed. He's already provided the first installment, equivalent to 2,000 lord-tier crystal cores in military expenses. Do you think forming hundreds of thousands of Modao soldiers is possible?"
Li Shimin was stunned, "Holy crap, who is it? Who did he rob to be so awesome? Li Jing, help me ask him if he's still looking for people." Su Dan Novel Network
"Ancestor Li Jing, is what you said true? Is there such a rich lord?" a honest voice, not belonging to the three, echoed.
All three were startled. Li Shimin trembled and said, "Holy crap, is this a ghost?"
Li Jing was so angered by this remark that he rolled his eyes and said impatiently at Li Shimin:
"You blockhead, shut up. I'm telling you, this isn't the Tang Dynasty anymore, and you're not the emperor. If you spout any more nonsense, I'll smack you."
Then he spoke to the surroundings, "Siyi, is that you? Come out quickly. This is true. The Modao army's equipment factories are already in production. As soon as you come out, the first installment of 3 million will be allocated to you immediately."
Li Siyi's deep voice came, "Holy crap, you should have said so earlier! If you had said so earlier, I would have come out long ago."
As soon as the words fell, a huge tomb not far away exploded. A burly figure, clad in heavy armor and carrying a greatsword, walked towards the three.
Li Siyi approached the three and directly extended a large hand, saying, "Give me the money."
Without a word, Han Xin threw him a storage bag.
After receiving the storage bag, Li Siyi's soul power surged as he investigated. He grinned and said:
"Heh heh, making money like this is much faster than when I used to rob."
Han Xin nodded and said, "Let's go, retreat. We'll start selecting people back there. We'll begin with the major military regions."
Li Shimin stared blankly, "The royal tomb is opened, Ancestor Di Xin will know immediately, won't he? Aren't you afraid he'll deal with you?"
Han Xin scoffed, "Deal with who? His own son told us to do it. If something goes wrong, we'll just push it onto Ancestor Di Xin. After all, ancestors are meant to be scapegoats."
Li Shimin muttered, "His own son."
Then, a figure appeared in his mind, handing him a pill and taking a royal crystal from his hand. He couldn't help but shout:
"Holy crap, is it that damned kid who sells medicine?"
Li Jing glanced at him and said, "Who else do you think it is? Besides that wicked kid, who else would do something like this?"