And it was such a burly man who came. At first, he thought it would be the kind with all black clothes, similar to a shadow legion?
As he was pondering, another rustling sound came from the bushes.
Another burly man in sackcloth leaped out from the shadows, knelt on one knee, his posture respectful and deadly.
Immediately after, the fourth, fifth, and sixth figures appeared one after another.
Yun Fei looked at the gradually gathering Death Warriors in front of him; in just the blink of an eye, their numbers had already exceeded ten.
Not only that, each one was a towering man nearly two meters tall, with a heavy, long saber slung across his back, clearly a weapon carried at all times.
Unfortunately, their attire was quite simple: sackcloth clothes and trousers, with a coarse rope around the waist, and no armor of their own.
As the numbers increased, the team in front of Yun Fei quickly expanded to over thirty people.
He felt a slight sense of confusion—though he had so many Death Warriors, he didn't have many memories of this world.
Without memories, he had no sense of direction, and he didn't even have a clue about the specific location of Chang'an City, which was the Imperial Capital.
After a moment of thought, he finally issued his first command to the more than forty Death Warriors who had already assembled before him:
"Go search the surroundings, see if there are any living people, and bring them to me. I want them alive."
As soon as the command was given, over forty people responded in unison, their voices deep and orderly:
"Yes, My Lord!"
The sound seemed to rise from the ground, making the leaves of the surrounding trees tremble slightly.
They quickly dispersed, their movements swift and decisive. Although their numbers were not large, with their massive physiques and uniform steps, they exuded a chilling Aura.
Yun Fei looked around, found a relatively flat stone, sat down, and waited quietly.
About ten minutes later, a Death Warrior came over, escorting a hunter.
The hunter was thin and his face was full of surprise and suspicion, clearly having been suddenly captured while hunting in the mountains.
"What are you doing?" the hunter shouted, struggling.
"I just came to hunt, I didn't provoke anyone, why are you capturing me?"
He was still muttering, but when he was brought before Yun Fei, he instantly felt hundreds of gazes fall upon him.
It wasn't just ordinary staring, but a suffocating sense of oppression.
With a gulp, the hunter swallowed, his legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.
He stammered:
"This... this Young Master..."
His voice trembled noticeably:
"This humble one is just an ordinary person who lives by hunting. I don't know how I offended you..."
Yun Fei gently raised his hand, signaling the Death Warriors beside him to release the man.
"Don't be nervous," he said calmly, "I just want to ask you a few questions."
The man, referred to as the hunter, stood up shakily, head bowed, not daring to look directly at the burly, imposing Death Warriors around him.
"Young Master, please speak. This humble one will tell you everything I know."
"How far is Chang'an from here?"
"To reply, Young Master, about 500 li north is Chang'an City."
Yun Fei nodded outwardly, but inwardly he couldn't help but feel a little speechless. How did he end up so far away?
As he pondered, he continued to ask:
"Then, do you know which is the closest city to here?"
"How many people are in the city?"
"What is the defensive strength like?"
Although the hunter was a little confused, he didn't dare to ask more and quickly replied:
"Young Master, about twenty li south is Qingshan City, which is the largest city within a hundred-li radius."
"I don't know the exact number of people in the city, but I've heard from the older generation that there are at least hundreds of thousands."
"As for the garrison... I'm not too sure about that either."
"However, every time I go to the city to sell game, I always see quite a few soldiers in iron armor patrolling outside the city."
"Also, I once counted the guards on the city gate out of curiosity, and as far as my eyes could see, there were at least a hundred people. I don't know beyond that."
After hearing these words, Yun Fei's lips curved slightly upwards, his gaze fixed on the trembling hunter before him.
He suddenly spoke:
"I've listened to you for so long, and I still don't know your name."
The hunter scratched his head, replying somewhat awkwardly:
"To reply, my Lord, this humble one's name is Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming."
Hearing this name, Yun Fei looked at him a few more times.
In that era, ordinary commoners' names were often very simple, such as common names like "Goudan" (Dog Egg) or "Tiezhu" (Iron Pillar).
Slightly more respectable ones were nothing more than "Wang Da" or "Li Er."
While Yun Fei couldn't quite pinpoint the specific meaning of "Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming" at the moment, it sounded much more refined than ordinary names.
To have such a name indicated that his family background was at least not bad, that his family valued education, and that he himself should be somewhat literate and knowledgeable.
Thinking of this, Yun Fei stepped down from the stone and walked to Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming, reaching out to pat his shoulder.
He said in a clear voice:
"Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming, right?"
"Good! From today onwards, I officially appoint you as—the Grand Marshal of the Da Fei Dynasty!"
After all, this world truly has Wuxia, so he needed a target to help him attract attention.
And now with Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming as the Grand Marshal, if a Martial Forest expert came for a beheading, it would be Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming who would be targeted.
As for whether Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming would leak information, Yun Fei was not worried.
Before Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming could leak anything, the hundreds of Death Warriors around him were not to be trifled with.
If he dared to reveal even half a word about Yun Fei, he would immediately be chopped into mincemeat.
Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming, who had been nervously bowing his head, suddenly froze upon hearing these words, almost unable to believe his ears... Even when Yun Fei, whose identity was clearly very high, gently patted his shoulder, Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming still felt a bit uneasy.
However, when he heard the title "Grand Marshal of the Da Fei Dynasty," he instantly froze, as if he had been fixed in place.
"Da Fei Dynasty?"
Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming repeatedly pondered in his mind, but he couldn't recall the origin of this Dynasty.
He subconsciously scanned his surroundings; hundreds of burly men, at least two meters tall, stood before him, causing him to involuntarily swallow.
A word suddenly emerged in his mind—Rebellion!
As soon as this word appeared, his legs immediately became even weaker, and he could barely stand.
"Young... Young Master, what are you... planning to do?"
He spoke tremblingly, his voice full of fear, and he plopped to his knees.
Yun Fei, however, laughed loudly and reached out to pull him up:
"What are you afraid of? Follow me, and you'll enjoy endless glory and wealth!"
Just then, a commotion came from deep within the forest.
Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming looked back in horror, only to see large numbers of Death Warriors rapidly gathering from all directions, their numbers already exceeding a thousand.
These Death Warriors stood silently behind Yun Fei, like a forest forged of steel.
During this time, Yun Fei had also gradually noticed a pattern: the more Death Warriors there were, the wider the range he could summon them from.
Initially, with only ten Death Warriors, the summoning range was no more than ten meters;
Now, with over a thousand, the summoning range had expanded to a thousand meters.
He thought about it and realized it made sense; if it weren't for this, as the number of Death Warriors increased, there wouldn't even be enough space for them to stand.
Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming watched all of this dumbfounded. This was a scene he had never witnessed in his life—so many burly men gathered together.
"Now," Yun Fei patted his shoulder again, his voice firm,
"Take us to attack Qingshan City."
"But... but..." Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming stammered in response,
"Qingshan City has a garrison!"
Yun Fei's lips curved, revealing his stark white teeth:
"What if I give you an army of one hundred thousand?"
"One hundred thousand?!"
Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming's eyes widened, almost disbelieving his ears, his voice trembling slightly,
"Is... is it really one hundred thousand?"
Yun Fei nodded confidently.
With a gulp, Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming swallowed again.
One hundred thousand soldiers!
Da Fei Dynasty!
Grand Marshal!
These three words echoed in his mind, like a mental storm.
Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming felt his heart pounding like a drum, almost bursting through his chest.
He asked with a slight tremor in his voice:
"Young Master... no, My Lord! Can you truly mobilize such a vast army?"
Yun Fei did not answer immediately, merely smiled faintly, then turned to look at the forest behind him—it was already filled with Team after Team of Death Warriors.
In just a moment, the number of Death Warriors had already exceeded two thousand, and it was still rapidly increasing.
Each Death Warrior, upon appearing, would automatically fall into formation, standing neatly in the forest, in perfect order.
He raised his hand and pointed to the continuously expanding army, his tone calm yet with a hint of confidence:
"My army is gathering; one hundred thousand is just the beginning."
Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming's eyes widened as he gazed at these tall, disciplined warriors. His initial shock and apprehension gradually gave way to an indescribable excitement.
He took a deep breath, then suddenly knelt on one knee, cupped his fists, and declared loudly:
"Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming is willing to die for My Lord, to go through fire and water, without a moment's hesitation!"
Yun Fei nodded in satisfaction and said:
"Very good. Now, you will lead us to Qingshan City."
"Yes, My Lord!"
Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming rose and led Yun Fei and the steadily growing army of Death Warriors southward.
Along the way, the number of Death Warriors grew rapidly; almost every time they walked a certain distance, the army expanded.
By the time they emerged from the forest, their numbers had exceeded five thousand.
Yun Fei, meanwhile, always followed at the rear of the army, observing everything from a distance.
The reason he decided to recruit a Grand Marshal was not a whim, but a result of careful consideration.
This world possessed Wuxia, though its specific levels and combat power system were still unclear.
But for him, that didn't matter.
With his "cheat" of summoning one Death Warrior per second, he could completely overwhelm quality with quantity.
Even if an enemy could kill a hundred or a thousand, even if they could kill ten thousand or one hundred thousand.
Then he would send millions, tens of millions of soldiers.