For a moment, Kim Jong-yang's head was as big as a fight, and he didn't know what to do. Kim Jong-yang might be an ancient player, maybe he could be a painter or calligrapher, but he could not be a military strategist. For example, in the current scene, let him
Feeling a little confused.
But even so, Kim Jong-yang knew that he was attacked from both sides, especially what they were facing was actually what the two countries meant to the Blue Flag Army.
"Master, now the enemy is in front of you, and the Blue Flag Army will sooner or later face a disaster. Wulin Owl is a Thai princess and continues to stay here. If there is any mistake in safety, then we will be in trouble. Therefore,
I think the best way now is to send Your Highness Wulin Owl away as soon as possible!" Jin Zidan said in a deep voice.
Kim Jong-yang couldn't help but be stunned. Although Jin Zidan said this nicely, he was actually suspicious of Wu Lin Owl's identity, afraid that she would stay here to spy on military information. Kim Jong-yang frowned and said softly: "It's just the god of death."
"Of course there is no problem with the boss of the God of Death. Here is a little kid who is willing to guarantee his life. After all, he and Wulin Owl have known each other for a short time, so they are not very familiar with each other!" Jin Zidan interrupted Jin Zhengyang's words and said confidently.
"Of course I know there is no problem with the God of Death," Kim Jong-yang said lightly: "But if we send her away rashly, then the God of Death will ask, what should I do?"
"Go and tell him, now is the life and death of my Blue Flag Army. It is a forced one to do so. I believe that the boss of the God of Death will understand us!" Jin Zidan said softly.
Kim Jong-yang nodded: "Okay, let me tell him!"
"Father, I have some requests!" Jin Zidan said in a deep voice.
"Say!" Jin Zhengyang glanced at him gently, with a meaningful look in his eyes.
"The child wants to discuss with the God of Death Boss, can we speed up the dressing change and expand the scope of the dressing change troops? After all, Thailand is ready to move, and Myanmar is probably not idle. With our current armed forces, it is really difficult to deal with
Fighting at the same time on both sides will protect the safety of our rear!" Jin Zidan said with a serious face.
Kim Jong-yang looked embarrassed: "Zi Dan, you also know that our finances are in great difficulty at the moment. The Southern Legion's dress was replaced by the drugs we harvested last year, this year."
"The child will find a way to deal with money. Even if the poor take off his pants, the child will still pull the troops up!" Jin Zidan said with a firm look on his face.
"How much money can you have? Alas, if the finances can support it, the father and commander also want to build the Blue Flag Army into a modern strong army, but forget it, go and talk to the god of death, maybe he can help.
Busy!" Jin Zhengyang said in a deep voice.
"Father Xie, oh by the way, when I came, I heard that the boss of the God of Death was assassinated. I don't know what his situation is now? Is it okay?" Jin Zidan suddenly frowned and said softly.
Jin Zhengyang showed a faint smile of relief and said softly: "It's okay, that kid is also alert. If any of us were replaced, he would probably not be able to escape the assassination, but here the kid was just a false alarm!
Now I’m drinking tea from Uncle Fu!”
Jin Zidan snorted coldly: "These assassins here are arrogant. What are they in Jinghua City? Are those unprepared food stalls on the roadside? Come when you want to come, go when you want to go? Father and coach, or keep the children.
Come down and catch these murderers!"
"Nonsai, the Blue Flag Army is full of dangers. As the commander of the Southern Legion and the young marshal of the Blue Flag Army, you don't want to be the most important thing, but you are angry for a few clowns. How can you accomplish a big thing?
?” Jin Zhengyang glared at Jin Zidan with annoyance and said in a deep voice.
Jin Zidan couldn't help but suffocate and said loudly: "But, the last time the father was assassinated, and now the boss of the God of Death is the enemy. The enemy is not only arrogant and bold, but also has careful plans. If they are not captured, who knows they
When will it appear? If the father-in-chief, the boss of the God of Death, or other senior leaders of my Blue Flag Army are damaged, it will be difficult for a child to die!”
"I know your filial piety, but don't worry, with Uncle Fu and the Black-clothed Massive Guard, a few little assassins can't make a difference. Now, Nie Jianyuan has found the whereabouts of these people, just waiting to find an opportunity.
I'll catch them all in one go. Humph, then I'll see who is trying to want my life so deliberately!" Jin Zhengyang snorted coldly.
"Father, the child thinks that Shannanbang or the Indian San is the most suspicious. Whether it is against the father, or the boss of the God of Death, they are all trying to deal with our Blue Flag Army. We must not refuse to avenge the grudges here!" Jin Zidan
A little excited.
Kim Jong-yang nodded softly: "What you said makes sense, but now we should prepare for the battle with Shannanbang first. These tricks of carvings are hard to reach the elegance of the great things, and ultimately they will have to fight the two armies.
Only then can you decide the outcome!”
"Mr. Father is right, then I'll go and see the boss of the God of Death first. Zi Dan takes his leave!" Jin Zi Dan stood up, respectfully headed at Jin Zhengyang, smiled and Maitreya, turned around and left!
Kim Jong-yang and Xiao Maitreya looked at each other for a while, Kim Jong-yang whispered: "Do you think that boy who died of death would agree to him?"
Xiao Maitreya curled his lips and said lightly: "Worry about that boy, you might as well worry about yourself, playing chess, playing chess. If you lose the game here, that good daughter's heart will be mine!
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"Boss of Death, Uncle Fu, Young Marshal is here!" A member of the black-clad guard walked to Tang Feng and Uncle Fu who were sitting next to him drinking tea and bowed and bowed.
Tang Feng raised his head and found that Uncle Fu's brows couldn't help but frown. Uncle Fu's temper is a bit strange. For example, at present, he is well-known in Jinghua City and even the entire Blue Flag Army. He is the chief manager of Jin Zhengyang.
But no one called him this title, but he was called Fu Bo, and he was obviously willing to accept it.
"Let him come in!" Uncle Fu said lightly.
The member of the Black-clothed Mass Guard nodded quickly and turned around and left. Although the little Zhuxuan in Uncle Fu looked very simple, he was very cautious. Anyone in the entire Blue Flag Army except Jin Zhengyang would come.
We must first report, even Jinzidan is no exception. Of course, there is another special person here now, that is Tang Feng.
"Uncle Fu, the boss of the God of Death!" Jin Zidan couldn't help but look envious when she saw Tang Feng and Uncle Fu sitting together to drink tea. She didn't know whether she was envious of the leisurely life of the two, or of Tang Feng's ability
Here is the treatment for drinking tea with Uncle Fu.
Uncle Fu is not only capable, but also has a few masters in the Blue Flag Army. He also has a special status and a high seniority. At least, many generals and masters in the Blue Flag Army are his disciples or have been guided by him, so,
Uncle Fu has a huge influence on the Blue Flag Army. There are very few people who can make him look at it, and even fewer people who can let him drink tea and chat with him.
From this point of view, it is reasonable for Jin Zidan to envy Tang Feng.
"Haha, the young marshal has always been busy with military affairs. Why are there any time today?" Uncle Fu nodded to Jin Zidan with a smile.
"Zi Dan also wanted to be as lucky as the boss of the God of Death to listen to Uncle Fu's teachings, but he never had the chance. Today he came back to report something to his father and commander, and at the same time he came to visit the boss of the God of Death. As soon as I came back, I heard that the boss of the God of Death was assassinated.
What's going on? Is it okay?" Jin Zidan turned to look at Tang Feng.
Tang Feng smiled slightly and whispered to Jin Zidan: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Shaoshuai, it's just a false alarm. I guess the other party may not really want to take my life!"
"I think the other party deliberately wanted to take the life of the Lord of Death. You must know that the Blue Flag Army is currently the critical period for the troops to change their clothes. How important is the Lord of Death to the Blue Flag Army? It can be said that the Blue Flag Army has successfully changed clothes.
Then the Blue Flag Army will be born, otherwise it will be the end of destruction. The God of Death is the key to changing clothes. If you assassinate you and cause the Blue Flag Army to fail in the overall dressing, Shannanbang will probably immediately face the Blue Flag
The army launched an attack!" Jin Zidan said in a deep voice.
Tang Feng raised his eyebrows: "Brother Zidan means that the assassination of me was done by people from Shannanbang?"
"The direct result of assassinating the boss of the God of Death is that it will lead to civil strife in the Blue Flag Army. Apart from Shannanbang, I really can't think of anyone who will get more benefits than them!" Jin Zidan said in a deep voice.
Tang Feng pretended to be moved, but he sneered in his heart, in addition to Shannanbang, it is certainly possible that you and the Zhuque Hall are also. Yes, why didn’t the Golden Pill mention Zhuque Hall here? Tang Fengjing
He glanced at Jin Zidan, who was calm and calm, and suddenly guessed the answer.