socalfunplaces Chapter 6: The Turmoil in Ming Capital, Two Commanders Reign Supreme, Generals Obey Orders
Chapter 6: The Turmoil in Ming Capital, Two Commanders Reign Supreme, Generals Obey Orders
Chapter Six: The Turmoil in Ming Capital, Two Commanders Reign Supreme, Generals Obey Orders
From Donghai City to Mingdu, a journey spanning thousands of kilometers, which would take ordinary people several hours on the most advanced soul-guided train, was merely a breath's distance for Mo Runshu and Yue Mianmian.
Mingdu, the Supreme Commander of the Federation, the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top.
This enormous palace, suspended three thousand meters above Mingdu, is a symbol of federal power. At this moment, the atmosphere in the meeting hall was extremely tense, as if even the air itself had frozen.
Seated around a massive oval conference table were more than a dozen powerful figures dressed in general's uniforms. Each of them was a terrifying existence at the Title Douluo level, and a powerful figure in the Federation military.
Army Six Pillars
The six army generals seated on the left had stars on their shoulder insignia gleaming under the lights.
Yu Guanzhi, Commander of the Central Legion: Divine Brush Douluo, Level 99 Limit Douluo. With a refined appearance and holding a calligraphy brush, he is the commander of the Federation's strongest ground forces and also serves as the Vice Hall Master of the War God Temple. His epaulets bear three gold stars arranged in a triangular pattern, a unique insignia of a general.
Le Zheng'en, commander of the Southern Legion: Deeply influenced by the Angel Family, he possesses a fiery aura and is also a level 99 Limit Douluo. He also wears the epaulettes of a general, signifying his esteemed status.
Zhang Huanyun, commander of the Blood God Legion: young-looking but with a weathered look in his eyes, guarding the far northern abyss passage.
Commander of the Western Legion, Dong Zi'an: He comes from a family with deep roots and is skilled in desert and mountain warfare.
Yin Moshang, commander of the Northwest Army Corps, is known as a "wise general" in the army, with profound insight.
Guo Zhenfeng, commander of the Northern Army Corps: Although slightly weaker, he is still a local warlord.
The Three Heroes of the Navy
Three admirals in dark blue naval uniforms sat on the right:
Commander of the Sea God Legion, Chen Xinjie: Vast Ocean Douluo, a level 99 Quasi-God-level powerhouse. He is not only the strongest naval commander in the Federation, but also the current Hall Master of the War God Temple. His shoulder insignia bears three gold stars—the rank of Admiral. Although his military rank is one level lower than Yu Guanzhi's, his real power and status as the Hall Master of the War God Temple elevate him to a transcendent position.
Zhu Ming, commander of the East Sea Fleet: responsible for the eastern sea area, with a calm and composed personality.
Shen Yue, commander of the Northern Naval Corps: garrisoning the northern sea area.
The three giants of the Temple of War and the eighteen war gods
At the very end of the conference table stood a dozen or so imposing generals.
They are the eighteen War Gods of the War God Temple, the sharpest fangs of the Federation.
Leading them were the First War God Ao Rui (Haori Douluo) and the Second War God Long Tianwu (Dijian Douluo). They were both wearing general's shoulder insignia.
Beside them sat a lean-faced young man holding a long spear. His epaulettes bore three gold stars—the rank of general.
He is Guan Yue, the Heavenly Douluo.
The current Vice Hall Master of the Temple of War. His marksmanship is unparalleled and in harmony with nature; he is recognized by the Federation as a top expert.
These nine legions and the powerful figures of the Temple of War gathered together.
But at this moment, these usually imposing generals and commanders sat upright, not daring to utter a sound.
Because the two empty seats in the main seat are still empty.
"Why haven't the Speaker and Vice Speaker arrived yet? Five minutes of the meeting time has already passed." Guo Zhenfeng, the commander of the Northern Legion, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.
"Shut up!" Although Yu Guanzhi, the commander of the Central Legion, did not speak, Chen Xinjie, the commander of the Sea God Legion, gave him a cold glance and transmitted his voice secretly, "The Speaker is a Marshal, and the Vice Speaker is also a Marshal! They are the only two Marshals in the Federation! They are extremely busy, so what's wrong with being a few minutes late? Don't forget, your Northern Legion's funding was approved by the Speaker."
Guo Zhenfeng immediately shrank back, not daring to say another word.
Everyone knew that although they were all generals or lieutenant generals, in front of Marshals Mo Runshu and Yue Mianmian, they were merely executors.
The Marshal's Scepter symbolizes the Federation's supreme military command, a glory that surpasses all other generals.
Just five minutes ago, they received news that the Speaker and his wife had returned from Donghai City. Moreover, it was said that the Speaker had "educated" a child named Tang Wulin at Donghai Academy.
For a grown man with the Marshal's Scepter to personally make a trip to Donghai City, that child named Tang Wulin is likely to "go down in history."
boom--!
Two heavy soul-guided alloy doors slowly opened.
Two figures, one in black and one in gold, slowly entered the conference hall, accompanied by a faint glow.
The previously noisy conference room fell silent instantly. All eyes were drawn to the two men's epaulets.
There were no elaborate general stars there, only two crossed golden scepters and a sword—the unique emblem of a marshal.
Mo Runshu, dressed in a white speaker's uniform, appeared calm. He walked to the head seat but did not sit down immediately. Instead, he naturally pulled out the chair next to him and gestured for Yue Mianmian to sit down.
"Mianmian, sit down."
Yue Mianmian nodded slightly and gracefully took her seat. She took off her black trench coat, revealing a well-tailored commander's combat uniform underneath. The gleaming marshal's badge on her shoulder insignia made all the Limit Douluo and Quasi-God level powerhouses present feel a suffocating pressure.
Only after Yue Mianmian was seated did Mo Runshu sit down beside her.
"Let's begin." Mo Runshu tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.
The meeting immediately got down to business.
"The first item on the agenda is the defense upgrade of the Abyss Passage."
Mo Runshu looked at Zhang Huanyun, the commander of the Blood God Legion: "How's the situation on Blood One's side? The activity frequency of the abyssal creatures has increased by 30% recently. The Blood God Legion must be under a lot of pressure, right?"
Zhang Huanyun immediately stood up and bowed respectfully: "Reporting to the Speaker, the Blood God Legion is fully on standby, and the Abyss Passage is secure. However, we need more Level 9 Fixed-Equipment Soul-Guided Cannonballs."
"Granted." Mo Runshu wrote with a flourish. "Ministry of Finance, immediately allocate 50 billion Federal Credits to the Blood God Legion, specifically for the purchase of heavy firepower. I want to ensure that even if the Abyss Saint King himself arrives, the Blood God Legion can hold out until reinforcements arrive."
"Yes!" A hint of gratitude flashed in Zhang Huanyun's eyes.
"The second item on the agenda concerns coastal defense deployments."
Mo Runshu turned to the naval commander on his right: "Chen Xinjie, has the Poseidon Legion been a bit lax lately? I heard that you've reduced the density of your patrols in the East China Sea."
Chen Xinjie, commander of the Sea God Legion (and Lord of the War God Temple, a general), immediately stood up. This level 99 quasi-god-level powerhouse dared not be the slightest bit negligent before Mo Runshu: "Please forgive me, Speaker! It was because the activity of soul beasts in the East China Sea has decreased recently that I adjusted the deployment to save resources. I will restore the original state immediately!"
Guan Yue (Yue Tian Douluo, General), standing to the side, nodded slightly and added, "Speaker, the War God Temple will also be conducting joint patrols with the Sea God Legion soon. The Yue Tian Divine Spear has been preparing for many years and is ready to set sail at any time."
"Very good." Mo Runshu gave Guan Yue an approving look. "Guan Yue, although you are a general, you have more experience than Chen Xinjie. Keep a close eye on the coastal defense matters."
"Yes, Speaker." Guan Yue bowed and accepted the order.
"It's not just about restoring things to their original state," Yue Mianmian said coldly. "I've received intelligence that there's unusual activity in the deep sea. Chen Xinjie, although you control the Federation's strongest navy and are the master of the Temple of War, don't think you can rest easy just because the Poseidon mothership is invincible. Issue my order: the Poseidon Legion, the East Naval Legion, and the North Naval Legion will conduct joint exercises, increasing the frequency from once a year to once a month."
"Yes, Vice Chairman!" the three naval officers replied in unison.
"The third item on the agenda concerns Shrek Academy's application for independent autonomy."
Upon hearing the words "Shrek Academy," Mo Runshu's eyes flickered slightly.
"Shrek Academy wants to break away from the Federation and establish an independent city-state?" Yue Mianmian sneered. "What makes them think they can? Those old guys from the Sea God Pavilion, or their so-called 'Number One Academy on the Continent' title?"
General Yu Guanzhi, commander of the Central Army Corps, frowned and tentatively asked, "Speaker, Shrek Academy has a deep foundation. If we forcibly revoke its privileges, it might cause..."
"Cause what? Cause them to rebel?" Mo Runshu interrupted him, a sharp glint in his golden eyes. "Yu Guanzhi, your Central Legion is the strongest ground force in the Federation, and you're also the Vice Hall Master of the Temple of War. Are you afraid of Shrek Academy?"
"This humble general dares not!" Yu Guanzhi quickly lowered his head.
"History doesn't define the future." Mo Runshu stood up, his hands resting on the table, the marshal's badge gleaming coldly under the light. "Shrek Academy has been stagnant for too long; their educational philosophy is outdated. Independence? Fine. But only if they can withstand a full-scale invasion from the Abyss Plane."
His gaze swept across the entire room, his voice booming like thunder:
"Issue my order: revoke all privileges of Shrek Academy! From this day forward, all Shrek Academy graduates must pass the Federal Army's examinations to be awarded military ranks. If they disagree, let them come to me!"
"yes!"
Generals Yu Guanzhi, Le Zhengen, and Guan Yue, along with other generals including Chen Xinjie, and the eighteen War Gods of the War God Hall, responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
At this moment, they were no longer warlords fighting their own battles, but the sharpest fangs under the command of the Federal Marshal.
……
After the meeting, the generals felt as if they had been granted a pardon and left the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds.
Only Mo Runshu and Yue Mianmian remained in the meeting room.
"Are you tired?" Mo Runshu's originally cold and hard face softened instantly. He walked behind Yue Mianmian and gently massaged her shoulders.
"A little." Yue Mianmian closed her eyes. "Although these people are all titled Douluo, and even some Limit Douluo like Yu Guanzhi and Le Zhengen, they have been living comfortably for too long, and their fighting spirit has been worn away. Only Chen Xinjie, Guan Yue, and those kids from the War God Hall still have some backbone."
"Times have changed," Mo Runshu sighed. "That's why we need Tang Wulin, we need Gu Yue, and we need the younger generation to stir up this stagnant water."
"Speaking of Tang Wulin..." Yue Mianmian opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, "Did you use a technique from the 'Golden Dragon Body' to counter that finger strike you made today?"
"I can't hide it from you," Mo Runshu laughed. "Although that kid's Golden Dragon King bloodline hasn't awakened yet, his potential is enormous. If I don't give him some 'special treatment,' how will he know his place? Besides, I also helped him clean up the impurities in his bloodline, consider it a slap followed by a sweet treat."
"You're just stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside." Yue Mianmian stood up, turned to look at Mo Runshu, and said, "So what's next?"
"Have a meal!"
Mo Runshu rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I got hungry during the meeting earlier. I remember there's a famous vegetarian restaurant in Mingdu called 'Quan Su Yan' (全素宴), and I heard their vegetarian stir-fried noodles are absolutely amazing."
Yue Mianmian looked at the man in front of her who had instantly transformed from "Federal Speaker" back into "foodie husband" and couldn't help but laugh.
"Let's go, my Grand Speaker. We'll have plenty today."
The two exchanged a smile, and their figures vanished instantly from the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds.
At the eye of the storm, Tang Wulin of Donghai City clenched his fists and gazed up at the starry sky.