The sky is high and the air is clear, and the sky is thousands of miles long.
Five thousand people were lined up neatly in teams on the martial arts field. Yan Zhuo stood on the stage and looked at the soldiers below the stage and said: "The formation of snakes and pans is rising!"
Following Yan Zhuo's order, the five thousand people were instantly divided into four groups of eight teams: Tianzhuo, Dijiao, Tianchong, and Dichong. Tianzhuo, Dijiao was in the middle, Tianchong, and Dichong were each in rows left and right. They only listened to the three drums.
, the snake and pan formation has been set up.
Yan Zhuo put up a big flag, waved the command flag in his hand, and shouted: "Wind Yang Formation rises!" Upon hearing the order, all the soldiers rotated around the celestial axis, and turned into the Feng Yang Formation again.
"Attack the entire army!" Yan Zhuo issued the order again.
Five thousand soldiers and horses turned into five hundred combat groups in the blink of an eye. The more than a thousand wolf fangs waving were like a moving bamboo forest, which made people dazzled and intimidated.
"General, in just half a month you have trained these 5,000 soldiers and horses well. This is enough for the Japanese pirates in Zhenhai to drink a pot!" Wang Zhanjin looked at the well-trained soldiers and said,
The face is full of smiles.
Yan Zhuo was worried and said: "There are eight formations of sky covering, earth carrying, wind rising, cloud hanging, dragon flying, tiger wing, bird flying, snake and pan. So far we can only practice three of them skillfully.
For half a month, I can only practice three more formations at most. The power of these eight formations depends entirely on the random changes in response to the challenge. With these two formations, it is even more powerful. Without these two formations, it is like a dragon playing in the shallows. The power is hugely different.
Don't."
"It's good if it's a dragon. The dragon in the shoal is also a dragon, and it can eat all those Japanese pirates!" Wang Zhanjin said this, clenching his fists, and he seemed to be very interested in fighting the Japanese pirates.
The appearance of a scene.
Yan Zhuo looked at Wang Zhanjin's appearance and said: "We must win with one blow. We will wipe out the Japanese pirates in Zhenhai in one battle. If those corrupt officials don't respond, we will cut off their financial path!"
"I think you think you haven't made enough enemies. When you came here, there were people who wanted to kill you. It seems that after this battle is over, you won't be able to go back." Although Wang Zhanjin was teasing Yan Zhuo, he didn't mean it at all.
Makes no sense.
In order to prepare for the war against the Japanese bandits, the imperial court had prepared a lot of food and salary. This batch of food and salary was purchased at low prices in the name of military rations. Quartermasters and Daotai in various places only needed to sell the granaries stored in various places at high prices when the time came.
If you sell it, you can make a lot of profit at least. You can really make money while lying down. This is not counting the majority of the profits of this group of corrupt officials. Corrupt officials from all over the country can still continue to prepare for the war and eat the big names. From then on
Wealthy businessmen from all over the world were raking in huge sums of money. Also, the casting of ordnance, the sale of timber and iron ore were all large-scale transactions, and one transaction would amount to millions of silver.
Yan Zhuo has cut off the wealth of this group of people, so how can these people make Yan Zhuo's life easier?
Yan Zhuo didn't panic at all, he just shrugged and said: "I just want to get into trouble with them. Let's see how many people in the Jiangzuo Dynasty regard me as a thorn in their side. I'll write it down for them all, and I'll take care of them all in the future."
Got it!"
Wang Zhanjin smiled and said: "Then I am waiting for the good news from the general!"
"You don't believe it?" Yan Zhuo glanced at Wang Zhanjin, "In one year, within one year I will make the name Zhao Gongdao so popular in Jiangzuo, and I will make those corrupt officials tremble when they hear my name!"
"I'll wait and see, but when the time comes I'll look for you again. You'll be in the mound and I'll be outside." Wang Zhanjin said coldly. His relationship with Yan Zhuo is now even closer, and his nature of not showing off to others has changed.
It was revealed that his mouth was like a knife, but he kept spitting out Wang's cold words.
"Report to the general, the eight formation demonstration is completed!" a Jingkou guard said.
"Well, very good. Thank you for your hard work, brothers. Let's rest where we are." Yan Zhuo replied. As soon as he finished speaking, a flying knife shot straight towards him with a bit of cold light. I saw that Yan Zhuo's right hand shot
He dodged, pinched his fingers, and caught the flying knife in the middle of his fingers.
Yan Zhuo showed such a trick, and the soldiers on the side were stunned, and they admired their general in their hearts.
He looked at the flying knife, which turned out to be the kunai of the Fuso ninja. There was a piece of cloth hanging behind the kunai, with a thank you written on it: At three o'clock tonight, I will meet you in the bamboo forest outside the city. I hope you don't want it.
Excuse me, we are only competing in martial arts and not in war.
"Who is this?" Wang Zhanjin asked.
Yanzhuo replied: "It's not very obvious. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a letter of challenge from Fuso Ninja. They want to meet me in the bamboo forest tonight."
"Are you going?" Wang Zhanjin then asked.
Yan Zhuo said: "Why don't you go? It's hard to refuse such hospitality."
"But if you go, if someone catches you and accuses you of having an affair with a Japanese bandit, then all your plans and the Eight Formations will be useless, and I won't be able to be a general." Wang
He opened his mouth and said.
"Then wouldn't it be nice if I brought their heads back?" Yan Zhuo wrote lightly.
Wang Zhanjin was speechless for a moment and only said: "Your martial arts skills are high and you are powerful. Just pretend I didn't say it."
Night, midnight three quarters.
The bright moon hangs high, black crows perch in the trees, and the evening wind blows the bamboo forest like waves.
Yan Zhuo came to the bamboo forest alone in black clothes. He held a sword in his hand and stared into the depths of the bamboo forest with his eyebrows and eyes, looking cold and indifferent.
"You are here. I have admired General Zhao's name for a long time, and it is like thunder in my ears."
In the darkness, Hattori's entire warehouse slowly walked toward Yan Zhuo.
"I have a full inventory of Hattori."
When Yan Zhuo heard the name Hattori Quancang, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly and he said, "Are you the ninja god?"
"You have actually heard of me. It's such an honor. I wouldn't dare to be considered the god of ninjas." Hattori Quankang leaned on crutches and stopped three feet away from Yan Zhuo.
"Well, I heard your disciples talk about it." Yan Zhuo said coldly, "But you should also hear your disciples talk about me. You are the Ninja God of Fuso, and I am your God-Eating God of Fuso!
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Hattori Quancang sneered and stared at Yan Zhuo with his eyes: "Young man, don't talk too much. Remember, if you talk too much, you will get slapped in the face in the future."
