The next day.

Xianyang City.

Eight Young Master's Mansion.

The rising sun rises in the east.

Ying Ziye releases the energy of a black-armored dragon every day, swallowing up the purple energy from the east.

Then he took a bath, washed himself, and put on black armor with the head of a dragon.

Ying Ziye sent someone to summon Han Xin again, and Fan Kuai and others said, "Follow me to reward the three armies!"

"Here!"

Han Xin, Fan Kuai and others responded respectfully.

The wine and meat were prepared in advance by notifying the staff.

When Ying Ziye rushed to the military camp with his people, Xiao He had already brought the government officials to bring carts of wine.

Huotou Camp also prepares meat early, including beef, sheep, pigs, dogs, chickens, ducks and fish!

Fruits and vegetables are abundant.

All are provided by Ba Gongzi Mansion.

"I'm waiting for the Eighth Young Master!"

The officers and soldiers of the army gathered around each other at some time, came to wait, and consciously left an open space.

Seeing Ying Ziye's arrival, countless soldiers roared excitedly, with smiles on their faces.

Especially the eighth son is wearing a suit of armor, just like them.

This made the soldiers extremely friendly.

"Hello, officers and men, thank you for your hard work, officers and men!"

Ying Ziye smiled warmly and looked around.

He waved to the soldiers on both sides of the road, especially cordially.

"I'm here to say sorry if I disturbed the training of all the soldiers."

"I came here today just to celebrate the victory of the war between the Qin Dynasty and the South Vietnam Kingdom with everyone. I brought some wine, meat, melons and fruits to reward everyone!"

The loud voice sounded.

“It’s not hard work!”

"We volunteered to welcome Mr. Hachi!"

"When the Eighth Young Master comes, why should we not welcome him?"

"What's more, you still reward me, hahaha, to be honest, Eighth Young Master is too polite!"

The leading generals and officers laughed happily.

"Hahaha, this is my honor."

Ying Ziye smiled heartily.

Welcomed by a group of soldiers, they arrived at the open-air school platform that had been arranged for a long time.

There are dozens of seats placed on it, and there are also seats all around the platform.

Some wine and meat were already placed on the table, and soldiers continued to bring wine and food from the car, and meat dishes one after another from Huotou camp.

"Eighth Young Master!"

"Come this way!"

"Please take the main seat!"

Dozens of generals guarded Ying Ziye and sat on the main seat on the platform.

"Okay, okay, thank you brothers!"

Ying Ziye patted several people on the shoulders and said with a smile: "Everyone, please sit down."

Such behavior immediately made everyone feel more friendly.

They were flattered to be called brothers to the Eighth Young Master.

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

But at this moment, the generals replaced themselves as Ying Ziye's confidants.

Take a look, take a look, this is the Eighth Young Master’s recognition of us!

The soldiers below were even more envious and jealous, wishing to replace him.

Everyone sat down, but they seemed a little reserved.

He looked at Ying Ziye without saying a word.

"Today, I am here to celebrate the victory of the conquest of Nanyue with you!"

Ying Ziye stood up and held up a bronze bottle to pay respect to the soldiers.

Wow!

Seeing this, everyone raised their glasses and stood up.

"At this moment, there is no difference in status between us. We are all brothers who can trust each other with our lives on the battlefield!"

After Ying Ziye finished speaking, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass.

The eyes of the generals sitting next to him and the surrounding soldiers were red and moist.

The fact that His Highness the Eighth Young Master treated them with such respect touched the hearts of countless soldiers.

You treat me as a national scholar, and I should repay you as a national scholar!

A scholar dies for his bosom friend!

"Congratulations to the Great Qin, congratulations to His Majesty, and congratulations to the Eighth Young Master!"

All the generals shouted loudly, bowed and drank all the wine in their glasses.

They understood that this was not the right time to say that they were willing to die for the Eighth Young Master.

Thousands of words are combined into one sentence.

Countless soldiers in the audience also bowed and worshiped, shouting excitedly.

Ying Ziye sat down again, and all the soldiers also sat down one after another.

Countless soldiers moved their chopsticks excitedly, drank heavily, and ate meat.

Ying Ziye and a group of generals also drank and laughed, discussing martial arts and interesting things about the attack on South Vietnam.

"Eighth Young Master, the environment in South Vietnam is so miserable that you can't even ride a horse to your heart's content!"

A general with thick eyebrows and wide eyes couldn't help complaining to Ying Ziye: "Besides, there are too many mosquito bites in South Vietnam, and the subordinates are miserable. They have to get up in the middle of the night to fight mosquitoes."

"Usually when I wake up, my eyes are black, and everyone jokes that I was sucked in by a female ghost."

Another general with a strong physique and thin cheeks said with emotion: "Thanks to the medicinal wine invented by Eighth Young Master!"

"Otherwise, our cultivation is so strong that poisonous insects will not dare to approach, but our subordinates will have their essence sucked by female ghosts every day..."

At this point, all the soldiers burst out laughing.

The soldiers on the side also turned red when they heard the conversation.

Ying Ziye also smiled, chatted and laughed happily, and blended in with the other soldiers.

Although Han Xin was taciturn, he occasionally spoke and said a few words.

Many officers and soldiers of Great Qin also knew Han Xin's temperament and didn't care.

Xiao He, on the other hand, mingled with the soldiers very naturally, and within a moment they became brothers.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

A banquet to reward the three armies was held from morning to noon.

Many soldiers came off the field and took turns to defend.

The spring breeze blows lightly, softly and gently, bringing a little bit of coolness.

The sun is shining brightly, shining down on your body, making you feel comfortable.

Ying Ziye was also very happy. He leaned gently on the seat, squinted his eyes slightly, raised his glass and said with a smile: "Soldiers, brothers!"

"I, Ying Ziye, am only the weakest this year, nine out of ten."

"However, it can defeat the river dragon, overwhelm the royal city, destroy Nanyue, kill the red dragon luck, and kill the barbarian king with the sword!"

"Watching and closing vertically and horizontally, smiling proudly in the sky!"

"The expansion of territory for the Great Qin Empire is not due to me alone, but to all the soldiers and the people who supported the logistics!"
To be continued...