I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 99 - 78: Prince Rui Is Actually...

In the original book, because of Prince Rui’s sudden death on the battlefield, the Emperor had to let Rong Heng and Marquis Gu reorganize Prince Rui’s troops and temporarily act as commanders.

As Tang Zhan mentioned, although there are not many living members of the Xiao Family Army now, they actually spread across various military camps.

These Xiao Family Army soldiers, upon meeting Rong Heng, the former Pingnan Marquis’s grandson as the commander, were regrouped and, after various raids and battles, revived the military spirit, united as one, and once again raised the prestige of the Xiao Family Army.

She most loved protagonists like that.

Rong Heng, who had been gazing at that banner, retrieved his gaze, a bloodthirst rising within his dark eyes, clenching his fist tightly.

Of the once hundred thousand strong Xiao Family Army, perhaps less than ten thousand are now alive.

And with half the blood of the Xiao family flowing in him, he carried the weight of those hundred thousand lives.

He would restore this banner, no matter what it took.

Dayan, a hundred years since its founding, relied on the Xiao and Gu families in the military.

These two families, one in the south and one in the north, followed Emperor Taizu in southern and northern campaigns, expanding territories, and were thus bestowed hereditary titles as Pingnan Marquis and Dingyuan Marquis.

Back when the Xiao Family was executed en masse, Rong Shuo was appointed as Prince Rui by Rong Jing after ascending the throne, to guard the Southern Border, replacing the Pingnan Marquis, and taking over the remnants of the Xiao Family Army.

Rong Heng remembered the last time Rong Shuo found him was seven years ago, after he was named Prince Rui.

That man looked deeply at him, his eyes red, his voice hoarse, saying: "Fifth brother, I can’t save the Xiao family, but I will protect the Xiao Family Army for you."

Back then, Rong Heng was still a child about the same age as Rong Yunhao now, considering himself unparalleled in wisdom, yet unable to face the world that drastically changed overnight.

He had just become the grandson of a criminal marquis, even resenting his own bloodline, hating the Xiao family for their rebellion, hating the former Emperor for issuing that will, hating the words Heir Xiao said to him before dying.

The eight-year-old Rong Heng hated everyone in this world, and also hated himself for being too young to change anything.

He heard Rong Shuo’s words, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, his handsome face cold as ice, the former jovial Fifth Prince turning gloomy and unpredictable, coldly mocking:

"Protect? Imperial Brother... no, now you should be called Prince Rui, Prince, does the Xiao Family Army serve you well? Holding such power, deciding life and death, does it feel better than being a powerless, nameless Eldest Prince?"

"Heng, shut up! Apologize to big brother!"

Rong Luo heard him speak this way and sternly shouted from the side, icy frost covering her pretty face.

"Rong Luo, don’t you resent him for taking what once belonged to the Xiao family?" Rong Heng said deeply.

Rong Shuo looked at them, seemingly wanting to like before, pat their heads, yet seeing Rong Heng’s eyes filled with panic and hatred like a startled bird, his hand hovered in the air but silently withdrew.

"Fifth brother, I will come see you another day." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Only later, Rong Shuo never came to see Rong Heng again.

Rong Heng now just realized, that when he was young, being praised by many as unparalleled was actually the most foolish in the world.

Years have passed, Rong Shuo within his army continuously preserved the Xiao Family Army’s military banner.

He said he would protect the Xiao Family Army for him, and those words turned out to be true.

Tang Zhan said again: "The Prince also said this is a tribute."

Gu Lan was taken aback, suddenly quickening her pace.

She wanted to see Prince Rui, wanted to know what such a man was like.

Upon entering the military camp, Gu Lan realized the troops making such earth-shattering training noise outside were merely a few hundred people.

These people lined up neatly, each wearing dark-colored light armor, holding curved knives, with solemn and sharp expressions, exuding a dense evil qi.

Compared to them, those seemingly magnificent imperial guard were merely ornamental.

"These people are elite," Rong Heng couldn’t help but say, watching the soldiers’ training movements.

Tang Zhan nodded, still quite willing to heed Rong Heng:

"Yes, these are battle-hardened veterans from our army. Before rewarding the troops, the Emperor specifically had the Prince bring them back from the Southern Border to the Capital City. After the Prince leaves tomorrow, they will be led by General Li as temporary guards for the Capital City."

"Today is their last training session."

Gu Lan frowned: "Letting elite veterans serve as guards? What’s the reasoning behind this?"

A troop, precisely because it has countless veterans, thus has cohesion and military spirit.