Not to mention being on par with the Xu and Chang families, that's something he wouldn't even dare to dream of. What Geng Bingwen hoped for was that his title of Marquis of Changxing could be passed down smoothly; that was more important than anything else.

Geng Bingwen was well aware of Emperor Ying Shi's great talent and ambition. He also knew that, barring unforeseen circumstances, there would definitely be another major war in the Northwest in a few years, and the imperial court would inevitably want to completely eliminate those Mongol remnants and regain control of the Western Regions.

Now that I'm older, I still have to do some things, and there's nothing to complain about; this is the fate of a military commander.

Let alone military generals, all civil officials are the same; they all have to serve the monarch.

As long as one can achieve great things and be given important responsibilities, that is better than anything else, and that is something to be proud of, and that is enough.

Geng Bingwen and his men sailed the seas, slowly making their way towards Busanwei. Meanwhile, on land, Xu Huizu led a large army to assemble in Liaodong, with elite troops being drawn from various garrisons along the way.

Fu Youde, with his full head of silver hair, sat in the central command tent. His eldest son, who was the emperor's son-in-law, had not gone to war. His second son, Fu Chun, who had been adopted by his elder brother Fu Youren, and Fu Rang, who had served as the third son of both Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Yuanzhang, had also come to the front lines.

As for his youngest son, he died in battle during the campaign against Yunnan.

It's nothing, just as a clay pot is bound to break at the well, and a general is bound to die on the battlefield.

Even as a great general, Fu Youde was prepared to die on the battlefield. Wanting his sons to achieve great things meant he was also prepared for them to die on the battlefield.

"Father," Fu Chun said with a beaming smile and high spirits, "the imperial grain has arrived, and a batch of kerosene and firearms has also arrived."

Fu Youde nodded slightly and said, "It is said that in military campaigns, supplies must be prepared before the army moves. Go to Marquis Shenyang's place and take stock of the cavalry and warhorses."

Fu Chun hurriedly walked out of the central command tent. Fu Youde was sometimes a little worried about Chahan, the Marquis of Shenyang, but this time, Chahan really couldn't be missing from the battle.

Chaghan was, after all, the son of Naghachu, who had served as Grand Commandant of the Yuan Dynasty and fought against Goryeo. Although he had some victories, he had also been defeated by Yi Seong-gye and suffered a very humiliating defeat.

This time, Chaghan led his army to avenge their previous defeat. Although Nahachu may not be a 'famous general,' there are some things that must be done, and some things that cannot be pretended not to have happened.

Moreover, although Chahan, as a general under Lan Yu, had made many contributions by following Lan Yu, that was far from enough. Chahan was the Marquis of Shenyang of the Ming Dynasty, a subject of the Ming Emperor. His Mongol cavalry had always been stationed in Liaodong.

Many people had similar experiences when they went to war in Korea. Moreover, in recent years, driving out and killing the Jurchen tribes in Liaodong was also part of their military duties.

Zhang Yu and his men had already arrived and assembled. Two years ago, they were immediately ennobled, and now they had received their appointments much earlier. These newly promoted military officers of the Ming Dynasty felt no dissatisfaction, only excitement; their opportunity to make a name for themselves had returned.

One marquisate is not enough; they want the title to be hereditary and permanent. They also hope to be granted the title of duke. They have even more pursuits and ambitions!

Great battles are nothing special; that's the very purpose of military commanders. With less pressure from the north, launching an eastward offensive to conquer Korea presents a rare opportunity, a battlefield where commanders can make their names and achieve fame.

Wearing the seal of a Grand General, Fu Youde, though his hair was now completely white, still possessed a robust physique. He didn't know if he would ever have the chance to participate in another great battle, but he cherished this opportunity.

He had spent most of his life fighting on the battlefield, achieving great success, but that wasn't enough. He loved this feeling; he knew he existed for the battlefield.

Looking at his elite troops, Fu Youde was satisfied. The imperial court seemed to be raising an army to punish injustice, but this war had been planned for a long time, as could be seen from the large amount of supplies and provisions prepared in Liaodong.

Since the imperial court has been planning for this war for a long time, we must win this battle decisively!

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