"Tell me about it?" Zhao Jin looked at the soldier who spoke and smiled.
But the other party suddenly felt a chill on his back and scratched the back of his head, "For example, this, what kind of queue gymnastics is this?"
Hearing this, Zhao Jin nodded. Under the surprised gazes of the soldiers, he raised the corners of his lips and said unhurriedly: "But I think it is necessary."
"If you don't think it's necessary..." Zhao Jin protracted his tone and whetted his appetite before saying, "Then beat me and I'll listen to you."
Zhao Jin clasped one hand behind his back, changed his original elegance, his eyes became sharp, and he brought out all the sharpness and aggression of his facial features.
"You must not be convinced by me, so how about letting your fists do the talking?"
The generals standing behind Zhao Jin looked at each other in confusion. Zhao Jin's words probably meant that they were also included.
"How is it?!" Zhao Jin raised his voice and asked again.
"good!"
Zhao Jin couldn't see the expressions of the generals behind him, but the soldiers in front of him were extremely excited.
"My lord!" a soldier shouted loudly: "When the time comes, don't cry!"
Zhao Jin's skin is fair, and although his facial features are not soft or even sharp, and his figure is not thin, he still looks like he has nothing to do with battlefields or martial arts.
Coupled with Zhao Jin's identity, these soldiers could not help but be excited.
Zhao Jin laughed and said, "I'll cry when the time comes, but that's not necessarily the case!"
"Okay! I'll give you half a day to rest. This afternoon, I'll give you a chance to beat me down here." Behind Zhao Jin, his fingers pointed down.
He raised his eyebrows and reminded: "Just call me, Sir, in the military camp."
"yes!"
Zhao Jin rested in Wei Yunbo's camp for a long time, got a general understanding of the situation of these soldiers, and felt confident.
In the afternoon, Zhao Jin stood on the stage and looked at a group of boys below who were eager to try.
Except for the officers on duty, basically all the soldiers in the entire military camp are here. Even the officers on patrol couldn't help themselves when passing by the school grounds and kept looking this way.
"bring it on."
Immediately after Zhao Jin finished speaking, soldiers jumped onto the stage.
After two moves, he was directly thrown off the stage by Zhao Jin.
Zhao Jin raised his eyelids and said, "Come again!"
Soldiers came on stage one after another. After more than ten rounds, Zhao Jin only had a shortness of breath, but it was obvious that he was still capable of fighting.
By this time, everyone had begun to retreat.
There are so many people, but no one can survive ten moves under Zhao Jin.
At this time, everyone finally believed that Zhao Jin was not a person with a false reputation.
Wei Yunbo watched on the side with his hands itching. Seeing that no one wanted to go up, he put the big knife on the ground and jumped onto the stage with his hands empty.
Wei Yunbo was the most skilled in martial arts among their generals. Seeing him take the stage, the somewhat dull soldiers suddenly became interested.
"General Wei! Beat the Lord down!"
"Yes! Fight on!"
When Zhao Jin heard this, he grinned and said, "Let you be happy first, I hope you won't cry later."
The fifty thousand soldiers were silent for a moment, and then changed their words in unison, "Come on, Mr. Zhao!"
Wei Yunbo wanted to laugh when he heard it.
"Master Zhao, please."
The two looked at each other, and the next moment, they started moving at the same time!
The battle between Zhao Jin and Wei Yunbo was much more exciting than before.
Those soldiers under Zhao Jin could not get away with more than ten moves, like adults bullying children, but when Wei Yunbo and Zhao Jin fought, they were almost evenly matched.
Both of them were using their bare hands and did not care about the so-called comradeship. Except for not punching them in the face because they wanted to go to court, they were not polite at all.
The punches hit the flesh, and the muffled sound of flesh colliding kept resounding.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Jin firmly suppressed Wei Yunbo to the ground. The muscles in his arms bulged and the veins on his forehead popped out. It was obvious that he had used a lot of force.
Wei Yunbo just couldn't move for a moment. After a while, he said helplessly: "The final general has lost."
The soldiers below did not care what they were shouting at the beginning, and they all cheered.
Zhao Jin let go of his hand, stood up, and said with a smile: "I accept it."
After this time, Wei Yunbo was convinced by Zhao Jin. He waved his hand and said, "Sir, you are joking. I have fought with more than ten people, but you still have the upper hand."
"It's because the general's skills are inferior to those of others."
Zhao Jin smiled, turned to look at the soldiers who were still cheering, relaxed his shoulders, and reminded them, "Don't forget, I won, then the training will be as I said."
The entire school grounds suddenly became quiet.
Zhao Jin proved his strength to this group of people. Although they were not very willing to accept such rigorous training, they had to obey orders.
I am willing to admit defeat, there is nothing to say.
After that, except for going to court, Zhao Jin spent most of his time in the military camp.
Seng Fanhui ordered people to deliver the daily military reports to Zhao Jin, but due to road problems, it was inevitably delayed for two days when they were delivered to Zhao Jin.
The situation in Cangbei County and Yedu County is not optimistic.
After reading another battle report, Zhao Jin threw the battle report on the desk and rubbed his temples. He obviously had a headache.
Li Longguo didn't know what happened, but he learned about the weakness of explosives, and directly attacked in a sneak attack, soaking all the explosives in the fortress.
In this way, all these explosives will be useless.
With the help of explosives, Qi Jiahan and Zhao Xingyi won several games in a row.
Now that the explosives have been destroyed, both sides have no choice but to fight with their lives. Although they are not losing every step of the way, they have no advantage and there are too many casualties.
In Yedu County, the situation is even more severe than at the border.
Zhao Xingyu didn't know when he mastered the technology of making explosives!
Both sides had explosives, and they bombed each other. After several rounds, the number of casualties was extremely terrifying.
In a war with hot weapons, there will always be more deaths than in the era of cold weapons.
Zhao Jin looked at the tree character on it and for the first time began to wonder whether he should not take out the explosives.
Mucheng is now barely able to withstand Lilong's attack, and the two sides are in a stalemate.
And Zhao Xingyu has already captured three cities in a short period of time.
"Probably the best news is that Zhao Xingyu did not directly tell Lilong the production method."
Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.
Because of the serious situation in Zhao State, the atmosphere in the court hall has been particularly solemn and heavy these days, making people breathless.
Zhao Qian leaned on the dragon chair with a tired look on his face, "Dear ladies, do you have any suggestions?"
"Your Majesty, we must find a way to hold a stalemate with the eldest prince first."
Zhao Jin changed his usual low profile and stood up. His tone was sonorous and powerful, "The eldest prince has explosives in his hands. If we continue to fight like this, there will be no one left on either side."
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