The cheers were centered around the main camp tent and soon spread to the outermost areas of the military camp.

The inspiring voices of the 80,000 soldiers directly spread the words "Long live the coach" to every corner of the border town.

For those who don’t know, they might think that Yun Xiao has already ascended the throne!

This turn of events was unexpected even by Yun Xiao himself.

Fortunately, her adaptability was excellent enough. After realizing that this was another excellent opportunity for herself,

Yun Xiao decisively called for the Black Eagle Guards and whispered instructions to them.

So, when that burst of louder cheers finally came to an end slowly, whispers were filled throughout the military camp——

"Isn't the word "long live" only for the emperor?

When we shouted like that just now, does it count as overstepping?"

"It's definitely overstepped, but who cares about what's going on in Shengjing now?

Didn’t the prince rebel long ago?"

"Really or not? Eight hundred catties! Then won't there be no more famines in the future?"

"Our coach is also the Crown Prince of Yan, and he has royal blood flowing through him!

"To be disrespectful, the prince is actually only suitable to be a military commander. A small area like Northern Xinjiang is in chaos under his rule, let alone the whole of Dasheng?

But the boss is different. Last month, my mother-in-law wrote a letter and said that the boss seems to have developed some new grain seeds. I heard that one acre of land can produce more than 800 kilograms!"

By then, if you and I kneel in front of the prince and say that we actually support him, he won’t believe it!"

Yun Xiao asked the Black Eagle Guard to arrange the person in advance and said quietly:

With the prince’s suspicious character, wouldn’t he think that we have already chosen to be loyal to Prince Yun?

"...Then, what should we do?"

"this……"

In the crowd, another person who was cooperating with him also hesitated and spoke:

The prince will have to know about this sooner or later.

"But... that Cheng Baihu seems to be the person brought by our coach, right?

What does the coach mean...could it be that she also wants to be the emperor?"

There are so many people from various schools of thought, do they listen?

Soldiers, you look at me and I look at you. I am shaking.

Then I heard the man continue:

"Besides, putting aside everything else, we still know what's going on in Northern Xinjiang, right?

Do you really think it is appropriate for our prince to be the emperor?"

If she really wants that position, it would make sense."

"Today we have so many people shouting "long live the coach" together, do you think the people in the city here didn't hear it?

"...It seems inappropriate..."

So many people have heard it, which means it is impossible to suppress the news.

So if the two of them face each other one day in the future, which side will we stand on?"

"Does this need to be said? Of course we can only stand with Prince Yun!"

The honest and loyal soldiers couldn't help but make trouble:

"After all, we are the prince's soldiers...but I think Prince Yun is quite good, and now Prince Yun has become our coach.

…

After all, the generals and officers in the army are ordinary people, and the only thing they care about the most is the interests of ordinary people like them.

Although they were nominally soldiers of the Zhenbei King in the past, in the final analysis, Northern Xinjiang had not fought a war for twenty years before.

King Zhenbei stayed in Licheng most of the time, and he left matters such as military training to his close subordinates.

No one has even met him a few times, let alone fought side by side.
Chapter completed!