Wang Zhanjin sat cross-legged on the ground, looking up and gasping for breath. Sweat seeped out from his forehead and the tip of his nose, one drop at a time, collecting on his cheeks and hitting the ground. He was very angry, angry, and angry.
Damn, I'm even more angry about that bowl of iced mung bean soup.
"Captain Wang, there's no one there. We've searched the entire camp, but there's no one there."
Several soldiers ran to Wang Zhanjin, panting and covered in sweat.
Wang Zhanjin cursed, stood up, patted his butt, and said, "Let's go to the kitchen and split a melon to eat. I'm born with a low life and can't afford to drink ice-cold mung bean soup."
Although he said this, he was thinking in his heart: The little thief came to the martial arts field for more than just giving Yan Zhuo a bowl of mung bean soup. Since he got involved, he must get something useful.
Okay. Good boy, we are still in trouble. Just look at the almanac these days and don’t fall into the hands of your uncle Wang.
Wang Zhanjin felt cruel in his heart, so he walked to the kitchen and used one of the nine moves on the three big melons on the table: "The wine is so good that the chest and courage are still open". This move has a light and swift blade, and only one move.
After cutting it out, the three large melons had been cut into sixty-six and thirty-six pieces, which attracted the admiration of all the soldiers.
"Captain Wang, you are a master of swordsmanship."
"Wang Xiaowei, what kind of sword skills are you using? Please teach us too, so that we can be majestic and majestic."
Wang Zhanjin held up a piece of watermelon and said with pride: "My sword technique is called Zhanjin Nine Styles. It is the sword technique passed down from our ancestors in the Wang family. It is not passed down to others."
Under the flattery of everyone, Wang Zhanjin finally felt a little better. He happily ate three large pieces of watermelon and put down the bowl of iced mung bean soup for the time being.
treetops.
Sato had finished the ice-cold mung bean soup. He touched his belly and let out a long burp. This ice cube was even rarer in Fuso, even if Oda wasn't that long.
The ruler of the country cannot enjoy ice cubes every day. If the ice cubes cost a little more, he will be labeled as a profligate and indulgent hedonist by the historian.
Sato was really addicted this time, his eyes were crooked, and he was very proud: Even Lord Oda couldn't drink so much iced mung bean soup in one day. However, drinking too much mung bean soup is useless, the mission is still important
, we need to find out the general’s information as soon as possible.
With this thought in mind, he leaned against the tree, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for the night to fall. He wanted to explore the general well at night.
The night is always dark, and it is still dark tonight, and black is always the best at hiding. The opaque black is like a mask that covers the sky and the earth, making it difficult for people to see the true appearance of the sky and the earth.
Sato jumped down from the treetop, still wearing the Jiang Zuo military uniform. He walked on the path of the martial arts field, yawned and stretched deeply, looking at ease as if he was the martial arts field.
's owner.
As he walked, he saw a knife-wielding soldier half-naked, performing sword skills in the open space.
Sato couldn't help but become interested. He stood and looked at it for a while, and thought to himself: This man looks strong, but his sword skills are really sparse and ordinary. It's just a child who has learned the basic sword skills.
Sato was right, the man who practiced Kung Fu was none other than Wang Erhu. He learned this sword technique from the bodyguard in the escort agency, and it was called "Bagua Sword Technique".
In fact, this Bagua sword technique has nothing to do with Bagua, it is just a name that the street performer wanted to gain prestige. This sword technique can be used to great effect, and it is very powerful. At first glance, it looks very impressive, but in fact it collapses at the first touch.
There is no table at all.
Sato saw that Wang Erhu's sword technique was full of loopholes, and he couldn't help but feel like a "human teacher". He walked forward and shouted: "Your sword technique is full of loopholes. If you encounter an opponent who knows martial arts, you won't be able to go three rounds."
Wang Erhu was practicing vigorously. When he heard this, he felt a sudden anger in his heart and cursed: "You said that my sword skills are not good, do you dare to compete with me?" After saying this, he threw a steel knife to Sato.
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Sato was stunned, and looked at Wang Erhu. Erhu (Biao) became more energetic, and he was vaguely annoyed: What should I say if I have nothing to do? If I try to attract other people, I would be exposed.
"No, no, I still have something urgent to report to the general..."
Before Sato could finish his speech, Erhu struck him with a sword. His sword was powerful and heavy, and suddenly a line of light was drawn in the dark night.
Seeing this, Sato could only return the sword. He held the sword with one hand and used the "twisting" method, twisting off Wang Erhu's blade in just an instant.
"You lose. I have something urgent to report to the general, so I won't bother you anymore." Sato said this and then asked, "Which one is the general's big tent?"
Wang Erhu froze on the spot, looking at the steel knife that fell to the ground, his eyes trembled, and he only said: "The one in the middle of the third row..."
Sato said "Oh" and continued to walk forward leisurely, leaving Wang Erhu alone in a daze.
Wang Erhu was an extremely proud man. Two consecutive defeats in one day that he had no power to fight back made his proud heart as fragile as an egg.
Most of this man's sadness and pain came from the discrepancy between his self-perception and his reality. Wang Erhu thought he was different and fell into a trance when he was hit, while Wang Mancang on the other side was polishing his armor and Japanese swords in the camp.
, thinking about going home, melting the Japanese sword and adding some good sickles and farm tools, Wang Mancang couldn't help but have a satisfied smile on his face.
Sato observed carefully outside the camp. He counted the tents and identified Yanzhuo's big tent.
There was still light in Yan Zhuo's tent, and human voices could still be vaguely heard inside. It was Yan Zhuo and Wang Zhanjin who were talking. Suddenly, there were several sounds of swords, and the two seemed to be moving.
Get started.
Sato was confused when he heard what he heard outside the tent. It took him a while to realize that the two men were teaching martial arts. Thinking of this, he looked up at Tianshi and made a note in his mind: At three o'clock in the morning, the two of them were in the tent.
Teach martial arts inside.
After a while, Wang Zhanjin came out of the tent sweating profusely, and Yan Zhuo also put out the lights.
Sato glanced at Tianshi again and wrote down: When it is ugly, the general will rest.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of sparse water flowing from Yanzhuo's tent. He also wrote down: When you are ugly, urinate.
For several days in a row, Sato recorded Yan Zhuo's daily routine like this. When to get up, three meals a day, when to have a bowel movement, when to urinate, when to go to bed, and when to get up at night. Everything, no matter how big or small, was recorded by Sato
