Yasuo, the swordsman of the later generations, once said that invisible pretending is the most deadly!

The king of the mountain country is now deadly! With the sound of heavy horse hooves, five thousand iron cavalry pulled the horses to the Bosten Lake and started to release horses to eat. Wang Hou's concentrated large-scale industrialization, assembly line production and use of steam engines for mining and forging, which made the once expensive heavy armor cheaper.

In the past, one set is more than five sets, so the recruited landlords and cavalrymen in Guanxi were willing to spend money to arrange them. A landlord grandfather brought three or four entourage members, and a full set of Liaodong heavy armor and horse armor, which was the best heavy cavalry.

Not to mention the number of people, that Bige is also many times stronger than the "Shanguo Army".

And this is not over yet. After the heavy cavalry troops passed by, five thousand light cavalrymen who carried two horses and camels to transport food also followed the place. The light infantry, whose number of people caught up with him, began to open the felt bag brackets pulled on the horse's back, and like the migration of later Mongolians, they built felt bags like big mushrooms on the earth.

He was invited into the tent, and the water of Bosten Lake, which was made with a yellowish taste in his hometown, boiled milk tea and canned food. Cao Zhang was also very talkative and continued to chat with Luo Zangsu. However, this Western Regions competitor had no intention of bragging to him. His eyes were straight and he kept looking out.

Wearing a heavy armor in Liaodong that he had just received for a short time, after experiencing the bloody battle in Hanzhong, the extremely capable Chang'an Bafu Corps held a heavy Xuanhua axe under his crotch, and also a big-bellied armor. He was extremely energetic and lined up in an orderly line into the military camp.

That aura and that equipment made the "Warriors of the Mountain Kingdom" even stayed here. The "thousands" of the army returned to the city in shame, with two plus six just equaling ten, and only two hundred soldiers from the king's family were still waiting here tremblingly.

Now Luo Zanghu doesn't know how many thousand Cao Zhang has in his hands.

However, there is a way to make a living without steaming buns. Cao Zhang also vividly depicts what kind of policy he will introduce after pacifying the Western Regions. Luo Zang-e's old face, which was blackened by the iron fire, suddenly looked at it violently, then suddenly clasped his fists and invited him in the translational buzzing voice.

"The Great Protector is a guest from afar. Xiao Wang wants to pay the sword from the middle of the country, and I hope the general will accept it with a smile!"

The Western Regions Protectorate was so pitiful in the past dynasties. Even Wang Shuang had only 5,000 cavalry. Most of the wars were controlled within the range of one thousand cavalry. The previous Western Regions Chief Mansion was even more pitiful. Ban Chao could only use thirty-six cavalry to attack hundreds of cavalry in the Huns division. His elite military policy has made the Western Regions forget what the Han Dynasty is!

However, I remembered the overwhelming fear of more than 100,000 Han troops attacking Dayuan again, and the Lord of the Mountain Country was still unwilling to accept it. Since the "huge" Shan Country troops could no longer shake the Han, then defeat the Han from the professional field! He was still very confident about his domestic ironmaking technology and was particularly arrogant. The Lord of the Mountain Country shouted and asked his subordinates to take a sword.

Not to mention, in order to overwhelm the Han people and prove that his forging technology was successful, Luo Zangzi really made a fortune. Although the forging technology of the Han Empire has been greatly raised in Wang Hou's hands like a triple jump, there is a saying that foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures. While Cao Zhang's particularly novel waiting, Luo Zangzi's subordinates really got a sword with particularly exquisite decorations.

The sword came from the precious ivory imported from the West as the handle, and was decorated with gold as a counterweight and tiger heads at both ends of the sword grid. When the sword was drawn out, the whole sword was also shining with cold light and murderous aura. The sword was made by Luo Zanghuo himself. Seeing Cao Zhang dancing like a decent few times, the bearded tall dwarf was also excited to brag.

"When I was young, I went to Damase to learn forging technology. In such a huge Western Region, there is really no one who can do it to my country. This sword is far more than many swords in the Central Plains. I hope the Protector likes it and give it to you to kill Hu..., Hu......"

Bang...

Before he could finish his mouth, he pulled out his own sword and slashed his sword. In the crisp sound, the blue Liaodong saber only cut a small gap, and the gorgeously decorated mountain city sword was broken in response.

"Tsk~"

Miss Wang, who made a fortune in the steel industry, immediately hugged her arms and curled her lips disdainfully. Cao Zhang's eyes couldn't help but straighten. Luo Zang's beard was thick, and her old face was as black as a black man than a white man. However, it was different for the leader. She turned around and slapped her bearded man on the face of the sword. He deliberately shouted and scolded in a translator.

"Who asked you to take the bad sword, and you can take the best sword!" 62

"Famous, my lord!"

This head sent him away, and the "dwarf king" of the mountain country laughed and beat him again.

"May the Protector and the Young Lady laughed! My subordinate was stupid and took the wrong sword. This was created to trick the Hu master into force. The real sword has not been brought yet!"

"Oh..., Oh..., I've heard that Shanguo casting technology is amazing!"

Forced to support the leader's smile, Cao Zhang nodded sadly. On the side, Miss Changle hummed again with disdain. On the other end, Deng Ai couldn't help but thrust the corners of his mouth with a smile.

Not to mention, after a while, the sword I brought was much more restrained than the exaggerated and restrained golden sword just now. It was dark and had an iron-wood hilt. Although it was not as golden as before, it looked like a magic weapon in martial arts, and it looked difficult to mess with it at first glance.

However, for the sake of the friendship between the Shanhan and Han countries, Cao Zhang smiled and nodded.

"Thank you for giving the sword to you. I will accept this sword!"

Who knew that the "Dwarf King" was quit, and shouted in a rough voice: "Major Protector! With this mountain sword, you no longer need the broken sword before. Please use this sword to cut it off!"

“Ha~”

Changle's little mouth turned even higher with disdain, and Cao Zhang's smile couldn't help but froze sadly.

"No need for this! Isn't it a pity to cut out the gap with the best sword?"

"Don't worry, the national sword of Wushan cuts iron like mud, and the ordinary mortal sword cannot leave any traces! Please lend me a knife and let me cut it..."

While speaking, the bearded king actually rushed to take Cao Zhang's sword into his hand, imitating Bruce Lee's voice! In the crisp sound, the whole tent quieted down again.

After all, there was a trace left. The blade stretched out a gap of the size of a melon seed, but the gap was still Cao Zhang's sword, and the broken one was still the dark sword of the dwarf king's bearded man who looked dark and pretended not to be easy to mess with.

“Hahaha~”

My stomach hurt so much that I covered my stomach and bent my slender waist happily. In Cao Zhang's sad eyes, the heavy beard on Luo Zangluo's face trembled violently. The beard, which was originally full of flesh, was so thrusting that it seemed as if he was about to cry. When he turned around, he slapped himself in the face.

"Who told you to take the wrong sword again! Take the best one!"

"But, the king, there is only the one left in the temple to worship!"

"If you ask you to take it, take it!"

The king of his country was like a gambler who was so angry that he was also sad to cry. His face was so heavy that he was so heavy that he was about to cry. His faces were flushed red. The "dwarf" men ran out of the tent again in a sad way! They ran up straight to the dark Mo Shan...
Chapter completed!