On the county's official road, hundreds of people were walking on the compact loess road, hundreds of them were wearing various armors and holding weapons of different lengths in their hands. They walked in clusters. This was completely different from the modern army.

In the industrial age, the military's clothing and weapons were standardized and unified. They were all in very neat queues when marching. However, in an era when productivity was a small peasant economy, the weapons of the army were not standardized, and the weapons provided by the government were uneven. In order to save lives, soldiers would add money to ask the blacksmith to make a good weapon for themselves, or seized by the opponent. As for armor, it was even more impossible to be standard. Such things that saved their lives on the battlefield were often made by themselves. The clusters of queues formed were actually small gangs. In cold weapons fighting battles, these small gangs had a higher tacit understanding of each other. However, this also created the mountainism of the army in the feudal era. Generals often did not listen to the emperor's orders. Because the army was filled with small gangs. These small gangs spread from bottom to top.

Of course, in this era, there were soldiers holding standard weapons, wearing standard armor, and walking in a relatively neat array. For example, the Imperial Army guarding the capital was such an army. But such an army was like a good person in the eyes of the veterans of this dead-bone camp. They had never seen blood before, and they could easily panic in front of the knife.

The Imperial Guards of all dynasties in the classical era of the Eastern Kingdoms had this problem. Although they had abundant material support, they were difficult to train strictly because there were too many people in the aristocrats. Only when the materials were abundant, the training was strict, and the killing army was considered a modern army. The ancestors of the Imperial Guards were the group of soldiers who conquered the world with the emperor. Now, the most fighting in the capital was fierce. As for combat, they could only rely on the advantage of cultivation to suppress the enemy.

The Death Bone Camp fought with the northern barbarians all year round. These soldiers who had rolled in the pile of dead people were walking carelessly on the pipeline, and the passing merchants all avoided it. They were so majestic. The only discipline of these officials was reflected in being able to follow a general riding a tall horse without falling behind.

This general who was dressed in a furious horse was also a disciple of a noble family. In this era, only the children of a noble family could be officials, and the officials here could be civil or military. As for the civil and noble martial arts, it only appeared after the rise of the imperial examination. Before the rise of the imperial examination, aristocratic families controlled the court and the army, and it was impossible for military officers to become inferior.

This disciple of the military general was talking to a friend beside him wearing a literary costume. Wen and Wu said freely that this could only be seen by the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, because they were all disciples of the aristocratic family. Perhaps they had been married for dozens of generations. There were very few aristocratic families in this circle. Sometimes making friends was actually to expand their reputation in this circle. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Ji Kang had a great reputation, but he was unwilling to make friends with people with real power, which damaged the reputation of people with real power in the circle of aristocratic families, so he was killed by the real power.

The civil servant is Han Tao, and the military general is Zhou Song.

Han Tao said: "Brother Zhou, there are thousands of people gathering in Qingya Mountain. Who is planning here based on what you see?"

Zhou Song laughed and said, "Brother Han, I am here, any demon will definitely become a fragile person in front of the army. Why do you need to learn from that mediocre person to disturb yourself?"

Han Tao knocked on the folding fan, nodded and said, "It must be because I was too worried that Brother Zhou would laugh. But recently, the national teacher in Kyoto is becoming more and more arrogant. All regions are rising again."

Zhou Song: "Brother Han, after you become an official, you will be free and easy."

Han Tao: "Hahaha" laughed over.

It was not Han Tao who was sensitive. As a local official, he knew that the place where Zhao Mingyi was active was originally a place where monsters were entrenched in smoke and chaos. As a prince of a rich family, he was not worried about monsters. Monsters were entrenched in mountains and wilderness and had a fixed territory and would not roam for nothing. However, if thousands of people were entrenched, he was worried about chaos because the rioters gathered together and could cause damage. In the past dynasties, what Confucians were most worried about was that the heretics gathered a large number of refugees in the name of establishing religion.

Especially the struggle between the aristocratic families in the court and the national master has reached incandescent. Several disciples of the national master were led by the righteous way to jointly wipe out the country because of harming the people and the country. Although the evidence is as strong as a mountain, the emperor was still "blinded" and chose to trust the national master. Now that Han Tao discovered this phenomenon of gathering under his own rule, he immediately contacted his friends to send troops to help him to explore the essence of Qingya Mountain.

When these two were chatting and laughing, four thousand meters away, climbing on the top of a tree like a monkey, Zhao Mingyi looked at the team with a telescope. He was thinking in his heart.

In my heart, Zhao Mingyi had already destroyed this team dozens of times, and wanted to shoot the two people in the team directly, but reason made Zhao Mingyi sigh. The aristocratic family circle is very young. Once two people die unknown, they will definitely investigate, and the investigation will definitely investigate himself. Once it is found that it is related to him, then the next time it will definitely not be the army, but the senior brothers who came to clean up the portal. What should I do then? Go back to slaughter the sect?

Although Li Er had the experience of facing the encirclement of major forces and survived alone, Zhao Mingyi did not like to fall to that end, if Li Er (his own) had not been aware of the Internet mentality, it would have collapsed long ago.

So after thinking about it again and again, Zhao Mingyi was ready to communicate. For Zhao Mingyi, communication may be more technical than combat. For Zhao Mingyi's current cultivation and the current arsenal, war is enough to be destroyed, while communication is to let the opponent do things according to his own wishes. It requires subtle and appropriate demonstration of deterrence. Any communication requires strength as a backing. If there is no strength as a backing, even if both sides have common interests, communication obstacles will arise under the brink of one side.

After jumping out of the tree, Zhao Mingyi took off his camouflage uniform and his strong figure suddenly appeared. However, he opened the package and changed into the dress of a hero in the master's sect. He put the gun into the box and buried it underground. Then he changed into a long sword and hung the ring pendant given to him by his master.

He pulled out the long sword, used the sword as a mirror, looked at his appearance, "It looks pretty good." Zhao Mingyi gave himself a 90-minute evaluation. He inserted the sword into the scabbard, Zhao Mingyi showed a sunny smile, held the sword in his hand, and walked towards the pipe.

Forty minutes later, a handsome young man stood on the official road with a long sword on his back, blocking the two disciples of the aristocratic families, Zhou Song and Han Tao.

When Han Tao saw Zhao Mingyi, he lit up his eyes, but Zhou Song came forward with his horse.

"Who are you and why are you blocking the way for the official army?" Zhou Song pointed at Zhao Mingyi with a spear.

Facing the horse fighting weapon in front of him, Zhao Mingyi's smile did not diminish. He pulled out a tweeter from behind and said, "A Taoist priest down the mountain, today I saw the general leading the Zhong to meet him for twenty miles. The friendship of the landlords was assured." Zhao Mingyi's tone was slight, but his voice was extremely penetrating. The horses on the official road could not help but neigh in the thunderous sound.

The tweeter was in his hand, aiming at the general subwoofer with armored body. The style was extremely strange. In fact, Zhao Mingyi was able to transmit sound through his cultivation level forty meters of air around him. (This electronic speaker was made by refining the weapon.)

Zhou Song controlled the horse head and raised his voice and said, "Why are you going here? Do you have a document from the government?" Zhao Mingyi smiled and said, "I walk around the world and kill one person with ten steps. I will not stay thousands of miles away. I wonder if the government can take care of me?" This statement was shocked, but the veterans and gangsters behind felt a strong murderous aura from Zhao Mingyi's tone and expression. Some veterans in the Death Bone Camp felt that their vital points were being watched. After being swept by Zhao Mingyi's gaze, their pores were a little numb. As Zhao Mingyi had never killed anyone, Li Er killed more than one person, Li Er was the other side of Zhao Mingyi.

Zhou Song raised his spear and shouted: "Who is the demon? He actually made such a rebellion, "The left guard." A soldier (the dragon suit) in armor shouted "Here."

Zhou Song pointed at Zhao Mingyi and said, "Take this guy down for me."

Looking at the soldiers rushing over, Zhao Mingyi said coldly with three points: "You must drink wine, whether it is a ban or a punishment."

Then he took a step forward. This move was comparable to a tiger pounce. When he jumped to Zhou Song, Zhou Song was shocked and hurriedly raised his spear, but the spear rod was held by Zhao Mingyi's hand. When the spear rod was held by Zhao Mingyi, Zhou Song felt that his spear was as if he had been inserted into a siege hammer. It didn't move at all.

Zhao Mingyi, holding the spear, pushed forward, like the brute force of a hydraulic press, passed to Zhou Song through the spear. Zhou Song tightly clamped his legs against the horse's belly, trying to use the power of the horse to resist the deviation. However, the horse under his crotch could not stop the strange force. The horse's shoes slid backwards on the ground for ten centimeters, and in the end the horse could not stand it and retreated to the back.

The gentle road was as gentle as a road roller at this time, and his boots were sank into the depth of the rammed earth layer. He just took one step at a time and pushed the knight back with one hand. Zhou Song was not a cat or a dog. As a disciple of a noble family, he also studied hard and practiced hard. The horse under his crotch was absolutely extraordinary, but now it was as weak as a baby. The soldiers around him who were originally preparing to come up to see him couldn't help but stop.

Zhou Song, who was riding on the horse, had his face turned red with all his strength, saw that the soldiers around him did not go up, and couldn't help but shout: "Those who retreat before the battle, kill!" At this time, the soldiers around him shook their senses and rushed up with swords carefully.

Zhao Mingyi turned his head slightly, and his sharp eyes made the group of people take a step back in fear. Zhao Mingyi whispered, "Let me go." After the words came, Zhao Mingyi twisted his wrist and the spear rod also turned. Zhou Song's spear rod slid and took it out of his hand, and a layer of skin in his palm was worn off.

The spear rod was snatched off with one hand by Zhao Mingyi.
Chapter completed!