Immediately, he estimated the date, put away his smile, and gave orders in a solemn voice.

"The war is approaching, let's get 50,000 new soldiers into the camp for training as soon as possible."

"Yes, General."

"only......"

The personal soldier replied respectfully, then looked worried, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Seeing this, Meng Tian frowned and waved his hand to signal him to continue.

"What else? Feel free to tell me."

"General, the two armies have fought countless battles before, and most of the soldiers are hostile to the Xiongnu. I'm afraid that many incidents will arise recently."

The personal guard lowered his voice to remind him, his tone urgent and filled with deep worry.

Meng Tian didn't care. He walked up to his personal soldiers, patted their shoulders with his palm as big as a palm fan, and smiled heartily.

"No problem, let them fight in the martial arts arena. As long as no one gets killed, let them do what they want."

"As we fight, maybe we'll develop feelings for each other."

After he finished speaking, his eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of deep thought flashed across his deep eyes.

No matter what happened in the past, they are now comrades and will support each other in the future.

I am not afraid of them fighting, but I am afraid that they will be clearly divided and become strangers.

Otherwise, how can there be any tacit understanding when we go to the battlefield?

After hearing the general's explanation, the soldiers suddenly understood.

He rubbed his hands embarrassedly and chuckled.

"The general is a man of foresight, and we, the humblest men, cannot even begin to compare with him."

Meng Tian pretended to be angry, glared at him with his tiger eyes, kicked his leg lightly, and cursed him with a smile.

"Okay, stop flattering the general and get back to work."