Chapter 12

"The end will take command!"

Chen Ze stretched out his hand to pull, and a silver glow entered Li Quan'an's body.

Jiangxing, wu'anguo!

Since getting the new generals, Chen Ze has never found a chance to try. At this time, he happens to practice with these * * sons.

Li Quan'an, the counsellor in the eyes of the public, changed greatly at this time.

His body was straight. After bowing to Chen Ze, he looked solemn and walked into the camp.

Each step of stepping down the Qi machine is as thick as a moving mountain in the eyes of others.

His change stunned everyone present. Even the fat shopkeeper who was about to stop him stopped temporarily and looked at Li Quan'an and Chen Ze with curiosity.

However, even though Li Quan'an's changes are strange, which of the people in the camp is not used to seeing the big scene?

After the initial surprise, Meng Yang shouted, "who the fuck are you scaring?"

The palm of Pu fan was about to greet approaching Li Quan'an.

"Wait a minute!"

But at this time, Li Quan'an shouted in a deep voice.

"Yo? That's advice?"

Meng Yang slapped him in the air and showed strong disdain in his eyes. He said in a bah voice, "I thought you were a character, but that's the result."

Li Quan'an ignored him, glanced around coldly, and then said a word that the whole audience was angry.

"One is too few. I'll hit ten!"

Hearing this, Chen Ze covered his forehead with his hands, and his face was full of tears and laughter.

There is really something wrong with the intelligence of Wu'an country

He even doubted whether Jiangxing had hidden generals' skills. For example, Wu'an country had its own ridicule skills.

"You old man, die!"

"Wow, I'm so angry that everyone tore the old guy up side by side!"

Li Quan'an is old-fashioned all the year round. Although he is only in his early 40s, he can afford to be an old man.

A word provoked a riot. Everyone rubbed their hands and flushed their eyes and wanted to rush to Li Quan'an.

"Well, well, I'll help you!"

Meng Yang was close to the water and was clenching his teeth and fist, but at this time

"Wait!"

Another loud drink shook the whole audience.

When they saw it, it was Chen Ze.

"What's the matter with you?"

Meng Yang is speechless. Is it true that a family doesn't enter a door? Why does this master and servant grind like this.

Chen Ze walked to Li Quan'an with a light smile and said slowly, "you want to fight with my entourage. Naturally, it's no problem, but..."

"But what?"

Meng Yang angrily denounced, and his chest heaved violently with a sultry breath, which was about to explode.

"But not for nothing?"

Chen Ze said with a smile, "you have to add something, don't you?"

"Do you want to bet?"

Meng Yang understood and raised his chin, "what's the bet?"

"This is simple."

Chen zewei smiled and glanced at these angry men on the spot, "if I win, you people here are up to me to choose. Before the end of this task, there must be no disobedience!"

"Hum!"

Meng Yang snorted coldly and said, "what if you lose?"

"Lost?"

Chen Ze touched his chin. "I think it doesn't seem to relieve your anger to let you beat me up?"

"If I lose, I'll take off my pants and stand upside down and walk around the barracks. What do you think?"

"Slip... Bird?"

Meng Yang opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.

Others present also temporarily accepted their anger and glanced at Chen Ze's lower body strangely.

Some people couldn't help laughing at the thought of this gentle childe shaking his words upside down in full view of the public.

Men want face.

To be fair, these people would rather be dismembered than do such a shameful thing.

Sure enough, it's more than ten times more effective than beating him!

"What do you say?"

Meng Yang looked back at his companions. The other party asked for ten for one. He could not promise this bet alone.

"Come on, who's afraid of who!"

"Still need to think, count me!"

"Bet, bet!"

For a time, there were a flood of responders, not to mention ten. The twenty or thirty people in the camp fought bravely and almost fought for the place of these ten.

"Don't rob!"

Meng Yang roared violently. He still had some prestige in the camp. The chaotic crowd turned to look at him.

"Guo Zi, ah Qi, and you, you, you!"

He pointed to nine of them and shouted, "just ten of us!"

No one objected.

Everyone has been in the same robe for many years. Who doesn't know who?

Meng Yang's nine people and himself are the top ten in the camp. In order to win the bet, he obviously doesn't want to give Chen Ze a chance.

"Very good."

Until then, Li Quan'an, who attached the general star of Wu'an state, said coldly, "it's like something. It's too small inside. Come out with me!"

After talking, he turned and went out of the camp.

"I see how arrogant you are!"

Meng Yang's teeth itched with anger. With a fierce wave, he led the nine brothers out.

The rest of the crowd followed closely with hula, but put Chen Zehang aside as a bet, and no one looked at him more.

"Little brother, you're too big this time."

In an instant, only Chen Ze and the fat shopkeeper were left in the camp. The latter walked up to Chen Ze with a bitter smile and sighed deeply.

"Oh? What does Lord Xu say?"

Chen Ze didn't hurry out. He looked at the fat shopkeeper with a carefree face.

"Let me ask you, what is the first priority of marching and fighting?"

The fat shopkeeper asked instead of answering.

"There is a saying in the art of war. Only by knowing yourself and the other can you win every battle. Marching and fighting is the most important intelligence."

Chen Ze answered without thinking.

"Yes, you also know the truth of knowing yourself and the enemy, but why do you..."

The fat shopkeeper shook his head and sighed, and said in a deep voice, "do you know the identity of the soldiers in Shura camp?"

"Please tell me, Mr. Xu."

Chen Ze smiled and said that he was not in a hurry to go out. He just wanted to get information about these * * from the fat shopkeeper.

"These people..."

The fat shopkeeper looked at Lu Yise and said, "they are not people of Qingyang Empire, but Xuanjia people!"

"Xuanjia?"

Chen Ze raised his eyebrows. Before, he saw that these * * were strong and powerful. He guessed that they were the elite soldiers that Mr. Hua focused on training in the past. Who thought they were people of Xuanjia Empire?

Xuanjia Empire ranks last among the four empires in terms of strength, its territory area is the smallest, and its resources are the poorest because of its poor location. However, no one dares to underestimate Xuanjia empire.

It is also because they live in a bitter and cold place all the year round. The folk customs of Xuanjia empire are fierce, and all the soldiers under them have excellent endurance and toughness. On the contrary, they rank first in the quality of soldiers of the four empires.

The greatest wish of all the generals on this continent is to have an elite army like Xuanjia soldiers. Even the general who holds the most elite Qingfeng army of Qingyang Empire has said more than once that if the two armies are against each other, 600000 Xuanjia elite can break a million Qingfeng army!

This shows the strength of Xuanjia soldiers.

"In the past years, when old Hua's leader broke through Liufeng city of Zhu Yan Empire, he accidentally rescued these 200 Xuanjia elite soldiers. These people remember the kindness of old Hua and have been loyal to old Hua ever since."

"Over the years, they don't know how much credit they have made for the old Chinese and the Qingyang Empire, but it's a pity..."

The fat shopkeeper also felt it. He suddenly stopped talking here, but couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. Finally, Fang said, "I think your entourage is extraordinary, but it's too big to say that you can take one to ten!"

Bang!

Before the voice fell, a dull sound came from outside the self operated account. Then, a strong figure flew down and broke the curtain, just falling at their feet.

With a closer look, isn't this man who has been beaten to silence one of the nine people just selected by Meng Yang?

Fat shopkeeper:???

The innocent Chen Ze shrugged and said with a smile, "the so-called knowing yourself and the enemy is based on the equal strength of both sides, but now I only need half, that is, confidants!"

He grew up in the military camp when he was a child. He had long seen that these ruffians were extraordinary. The words of the fat shopkeeper also confirmed this.

However, it is only unusual. Compared with Chen Ze, he estimates that the strength of these big men is almost equal to the fake general star he pulled out with a black face.

Elite soldiers.

After all, it's just soldiers, but who's wu'anguo?

It's a fierce man who can resist more than ten moves of the world's first fierce general Lv Bu and save his life. He's just a fierce man who lost one arm!

One dozen ten, wuanguo can't do them?

Are you looking down on Wu'an or Lv Bu?

In addition, Bai Rao was alone in front of the entrance of the valley. Although there were 12 helpers from the Wei family, most of the pressure was on Bai Rao. If Bai Rao didn't stand up, he would have been in a different place.

From Bai Rao, Chen Ze can roughly infer the strength of Wu'an state.

After all, the force value of Wu'an state is eight points more than that of Bai Rao!

So Chen Ze is not worried about losing his bet.

"This... Impossible!"

The fat shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and suddenly rushed out of the camp at a speed that was very inconsistent with his figure.

Chen Ze smiled and kept up leisurely.

Outside the tent, the roar shook the sky.

Not only Chen Ze's camp, but also the Xuanjia soldiers in the other nine camps ran out after hearing the news. At the moment, they are surrounded in a big circle and can't help clapping their hands.

What excites them to watch is the battle of one dozen and ten.

The fat shopkeeper was very fast. After he rushed out of the camp, he had reached the periphery of the crowd. A burst of pickpocketing pushed him in. What he saw shocked his body.

A dozen ten?

No, it's already one dozen six!

He said a few words with Chen Ze. In addition to one of the ten people led by Meng Yang being blown into the camp tent, there were three people with closed eyes in the field. They saw that they had lost their combat power.

As for the other six people, they were not suppressed by Li Quan'an. They could attack each other once or twice from time to time, but it was also obvious that the six of them were at a disadvantage.

"I fucking fought with you!"

The fat shopkeeper rushed into the crowd and saw Meng Yang's face full of anger. He pulled out a long gun from the side of the field and jumped up high. He held the gun high above his head. The gun made a knife move and smashed Li Quan'an's head with the force of splitting the sky.

On the other hand, Li Quan'an was besieged by three other people at this time, trying to exchange injuries for injuries and bombard back one person. It seemed that he was also angry. He turned a blind eye to the killing on his head and was trying to capture the other two people.

It looks like a situation in which both sides lose!

"No!"

The fat shopkeeper's face changed greatly and immediately opened his mouth to drink.

However, it is still slow.