The next morning, Yu Feiyang prepared his equipment, rode on the "Thunder", bid farewell to Chang Yuchun, and headed straight for Xiangyang.

In order not to attract attention, Yu Feiyang did not wear combat uniforms, but put on the outfit of a general warrior, passed through the pass and entered Xiangyang City, but no one suspected him. After entering the city, he found an inn and stayed there. It was inconvenient to move during the day, so he could only do it at night. After lunch, he went to the street for a walk, found out the location of Zhang Shicheng's mansion, and returned to the inn, and fell asleep.

I slept until the evening, and after eating something, I began to prepare my night clothes for easy investigation. I also brought his pistol, just in case, this pistol was made by him by himself. It was exquisite and practical. It could bring a silencer and climbing equipment, which were all brought in his backpack.

It was already the second day of the night. He blew out the candlelight and did not go to the main entrance. He was afraid of being suspicious, so he went up the roof through the window and sneaked along the roof.

After crossing two streets, he finally arrived at the Grand Marshal's Mansion. Instead of walking through the main entrance, he climbed over the wall through the back door and walked slowly along the base of the wall. He walked through several rooms in a row, but did not find the modern person who was almost the same as himself.

He thought for a while and came to the door of a barracks room. Suddenly he heard a loud shout inside. After listening carefully, it turned out that the soldiers were gambling. He had a sudden inspiration and found that there was a soldier at the door that was similar to his own outfit and was peeing in the corner of the wall. He quickly approached behind him, pulled out the Swiss army knife, hugged his neck from behind, and pushed the knife with his right hand on his neck, whispered: "Don't move, move your head to move!" The soldier was so scared that he was not panicked. He looked well trained and said slowly: "It's a brother, this kind of joke is impossible!"

"Grandma, bear! Who is joking with you? Tell me, which unit you belong to? What is the number? Who is your head!"

"Oh! You're good at it! Sorry, this is our military secret! I can't tell you, let me tell you, our heads will kill me!" said the soldier.

"Grandma, a bear! If you don't say it now, you will see the King of Hell go immediately. Do you believe it?" Yu Feiyang exerted force in his hand, and the blade had already penetrated into the flesh, and he pulled out a small mouth. "Wait!" Who is not afraid of death! "Brother, if I tell you, don't kill me, and you can't tell others! Otherwise, I won't say it if I kill me!", "What's the point, say it quickly!"

"I am a special forces soldier from the Flying Tiger Special Camp. Our head is called Wang Yixiong. He is nicknamed "Wang Dapao". We all call him "Brother Pao"!"

"What? Wang Dapao?" Yu Feiyang really wanted to laugh. The enemy was narrow, and this kid also came to the Ming Dynasty. It's really a bit dramatic! You can make a movie! The name is "Special Forces in the Ming Dynasty"! It's guaranteed to be popular all over the world!

No wonder it's so powerful! This kid is also an excellent special forces soldier, not much different from himself! If he hadn't practiced the skill of a broken bone hand, it would have been difficult to deal with him! He asked, "Say, where is Wang Dapao? Are you all trained by him?"
Chapter completed!