"It seems that I can harvest some skill points today!" Zhao Yanxun was secretly happy.
How about letting the zombies outside bite them for a while? Wait until they are all mutated?
But as soon as this idea came to him, an alarm sounded in his mind, and he instantly understood why.
"You are not allowed to earn skill points maliciously, the system... I really thank you!"
At this moment, Zhao Yanxun couldn't help but have questions in his mind. Since the system would alert him if he did so, why didn't the system alert him when he allowed people to leave the city last time, putting these people in danger?
Maybe it's because, objectively speaking, leaving the city is indeed a way to survive, or maybe it's because I didn't directly promote this matter, so the system didn't place the responsibility on me... Zhao Yanxun said secretly.
Seeing him sometimes happy and sometimes frowning, everyone around him looked at each other, and they couldn't figure out what King Yong was thinking at all.
At this time, Zhao Yanxun was heard saying in a deep voice: "Bring the arrow..."
Immediately, a guard came under surveillance, and the next moment Zhao Yanxun drew his bow and arrow, aiming at another zombie under the city wall.
With a "whoosh" sound, the arrow roared out, and another arrow sealed the throat.
"Ding, kill a zombie, get 1 skill point, and now have 19 skill points!"
If one shooting and some people thought it was a coincidence, then at this moment... everyone around him would be convinced.
Lying on the female wall and looking at the two corpses lying on the ground, everyone on the city wall was convinced.
"My lord is mighty!"
I don't know who shouted, but it immediately caused a chain reaction. The four words "King Yong is mighty" kept ringing on the city wall.
The soldiers didn't have that much on their minds. In this desperate situation, as long as someone could give them hope, they would not begrudge their praise.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yanxun shot five or six more arrows, each of which killed a zombie.
"The prince is mighty..."
The soldiers kept shouting, but Zhao Yanxun was enjoying the system prompts in his head.
"Ding, kill a zombie, get 1 skill point, and now have 24 skill points!"
"Ding, I feel the military morale is gathering and trigger the side mission, but you can give up!"
"Mission requirement: Obtain the military power of Longyou Dusi!"
"Task reward: Thirty sets of armor!"
Triggering a side mission? After owning the system for several months, this is the first time Zhao Yanxun has encountered it.
Reward thirty sets of iron armor? This reward is still very generous, but the condition is to seize the military power of Longyou Dusi.
The difficulty is very high, but Zhao Yanxun is keen on the system rewards, and even more so on the military power of Dusi Yamen, so he naturally chooses to give it a try at this moment.
It can be said that this time he was pushed one step forward by the system.
Of course, you can't be too anxious about this.
Under the city wall, there were still zombies chasing pedestrians, and Zhao Yanxun still shot them one by one.
Finally, when the skill points reached fifty, Zhao Yanxun increased his arm strength.
The shooting just now consumed nearly half of Zhao Yanxun's physical strength.
Feeling the huge strength in his arms, Zhao Yanxun felt a huge sense of satisfaction in his heart.
"Here comes the arrow..." Zhao Yanxun said in a deep voice.
Lin Dagui hurriedly handed over the arrow, and Zhao Yanxun drew his bow again, but aimed at the moat further away.
The target is outside the sensing range of Zhao Yanxun's system, which depends on his own "mental strength" level, so he has to take aim for a while.
Fortunately, he is strong enough. If an ordinary person fires arrows continuously like this, his arms will not be able to bear it for a long time.
Zhao Yanxun shot dozens of zombies in succession, making him completely equal to a god in the eyes of the soldiers.
While taking aim, Zhao Yanxun suddenly said: "Mr. Chen, how expensive is Geng this year?"
Although he didn't understand why Zhao Yanxun asked, Chen Anming still replied: "Reply to Your Highness, it's already fifty-seven!"
At the age of fifty-seven, he has many grandchildren.
"At this age, it's time to go home and enjoy your family in peace!" Zhao Yanxun said in a calm tone.
Hearing this, Chen Anming was a little stunned. Zhao Yanxun should not have said these words.
"Yes...it's just that in this situation, I can't do anything if I have this intention. I have to take care of the affairs in the yamen!"
Chen Anming had just finished speaking, but Zhao Yanxun said slightly: "If you don't mind, Mr. Chen, I can help you!"
Chen Anming couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked: "What does Your Highness mean by this?"
"Deploying troops and generals is really a lot of work and effort. If Mr. Chen trusts me, he can hand over all the matters to the palace!"
King Yong was asking for military power, and Chen Anming immediately felt repulsive.
"Your Highness, be careful, military power is a public weapon, how dare I grant it privately!" Chen Anming looked serious.
"Master Chen, have you seen these monsters outside? They are public and private weapons. We must survive first!"
After saying this, the arrow roared out.
After a breath, the arrow pierced the throat of the zombie in the distance, causing him to fall straight to the ground.
At this time, Zhao Yanxun turned around, looked at Chen Anming and said, "With Dusi's soldiers, can you break out of the monster siege and give the city a way out?"
Chen Anming is still self-aware of this issue.
"Master Chen was a hero when he was young, but this man... he can't accept old age!" Zhao Yanxun said with a slight smile.
Although what Zhao Yanxun said makes sense, power cannot be let go easily.
However, Chen Anming's reaction at this moment was far beyond Zhao Yanxun's expectations.
He originally thought that Chen Anming would reject him directly, but now the old man was hesitating and thinking.
What does this mean? It means that military power can be discussed, and it is not as complicated as he thought.
"Now these soldiers are afraid of the majesty of the capital and are still obeying orders. But if Master Chen cannot bring them a future, I am afraid that sooner or later it will bring disaster to themselves!" At this moment, Zhao Yanxun had already begun to threaten.
These words all hit Chen Anming's inner worries.
Nowadays, the imperial court doesn't even know whether it is still there or not. There is no great benefit in entangled with the system itself. The only thing that can unite people's hearts is profit.
If you want people below to follow you, you have to bring benefits to them.
But what can Chen Anming bring to the people below?
He doesn't even have a feasible plan now. Maybe he had ambitions when he was young, but as Zhao Yanxun said, he is really old.
Taking the arrow from Lin Dagui, Zhao Yanxun drew his bow again and said slowly: "Retreat bravely from the rapids, the way to start well and end well!"
There was already a hint of threat in these words, which made Chen Anming, who was already suffering, feel even more uneasy at this moment.
"Your Highness, minister..."
I wanted to say something, but Chen Anming didn't know what to say for a while.
"You are worried about all these things. Do you really want Mr. Chen to hold on to them?"
Zhao Yanxun pressed him again, and Chen Anming's reactions gave him greater hope.
After being silent for a long time, Chen Anming said slowly: "Your Highness, if I withdraw from the family relationship, all the descendants in the family will be useless. I am afraid that the family will have nothing to rely on!"
He was making conditions, which made Zhao Yanxun extremely happy, as the business was about to be completed.
Zhao Yanxun smiled slightly and said: "Master Chen, don't worry, my palace is short of a guard. Master Chen can recommend one in the palace!"
The hundreds of guards in Prince Yong's Mansion were Zhao Yanxun's trusted subordinates, and Chen Anming knew this very well.
Feeling Zhao Yanxun's sincerity, Chen Anming really had to think carefully about what to decide next.
