Mr. Ye Dui was a serious master, but when he arrived at Zhu Zhen, he stayed there for a long time and was also very harmful to Zhu Zhen. He either followed Zhu Zhen to talk about some conspiracies or drinking and chatting with Datou Bing. During this period, he could not help but say a few vulgar and dirty words with Datou Bing.

At first, these big-headed soldiers trained by Zhu Wenzheng were still a little nervous. After all, they were big figures from Yingtian Mansion, and even the Duke of Wu had to treat each other well. They farted loudly and were afraid that they would be blamed for disrespectful scholars.

When I came to see this old man, although he always had a stern face on weekdays, he seemed to have owed him hundreds of taels of silver, but he was kind-hearted and even more humorous than the approachable Mr. Zhang Dashe. In addition, Mr. Ye Dui's speech was easy to understand and thought-provoking. He always explained the profound truths in a simple and easy way. Those who were more bold would rely on their courage to ask Mr. Ye Dui to give him a name.

Mr. Dui didn't dislike him. He didn't have the coldness of scholars and would always meet his requests. Later, a bunch of big-headed soldiers followed Mr. Ye Dui. This one carried a piece of pork and the other one carried a lamb leg, which made the old man not happy even if he wanted to study.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who pays attention to order and hierarchy, is different. Zhu Zhen doesn't like to be arrogant. He prefers to be communicating with his soldiers and brothers. Mr. Ye Dui thought he would not be able to adapt, but he saw the simple smiles of those honest men, and he could not show off his past airs no matter what.

Mr. Dui unknowingly forgot about the thoughts of Zhu Zhen, calmed down and helped Zhu Zhen do a great career.

In the view of Mr. Ye Dui, although Zhu Zhen was young, he had some ideas, even Zhu Yuanzhang, who was talented and wise, was not as good as him.

Perhaps, the dream that the little guy talks about is not just about saying it.

However, Ye Dui knew that only two people knew what Zhu Zhen said to him that day. If the third person knew, it would be a disaster.

It is a big truth for Zhu Zhen to open his mouth, but every day it seems that he is very unrestrained. There are always be beauties around him. When the old man is tired of studying late at night, he looks at Zhu Zhen's tent, either Duanmu Yuhe's silk and bamboo sounds or Zhang Lingfeng's bell-like smile.

This made Mr. Ye Dui very suspicious. This little bastard who was sleeping in the crowd of women every day was really the "saint" who talked to him about the way of governing the country with a serious expression on his face that day?

Today, Zhu Zhen was single-handedly walking on cliffs and climbing cliffs. The soldiers under the military mountain all felt their hearts in their throats. It was strange that Zhu Zhen's soldiers were different from those of others.

The soldiers raised by others are either burning, killing, robbing, or doing all kinds of evil. They are the elites of the Duke. Every time they break through a place, they will burn, killing, and robbing them. His mother Zhu Zhen's soldiers have endless human nature. Seeing the common people suffer, they are all more uncomfortable than anyone else.

People think that Zhu Zhen cannot become a big climate in Xuyi, but these soldiers are so convinced that they are not convinced.

With the anger that emerged from the soldiers' eyes, Ye Dui knew in his heart that as long as Zhu Zhen gave the order, they would dare to fight to the death even if they attacked Junshan."

Boy, don't have any trouble, otherwise I, the old man, will lose hope."

Mr. Ye Dui couldn't help but talk to himself.

Under the military mountain, countless people were also looking up at Liu Qingshan. It is important to know that since the warrior jumped onto the huge rock, it was like a god descending to earth. The huge rocks were picked up by him with the iron gun in his hand. Even a literati like Ye Dui knew that such a warrior was rare even in ancient legends. If Zhu Zhen could get this son, he would have obtained a right-hand man. In the future, there would be few people who could challenge Zhu Zhen on the battlefield in Xuyi and the battle formation.

In Ye Dui's heart, no matter who is Zhu Yuanzhang or Zhu Zhen, it is not important to him. Ye Dui's mind suddenly jumped, his eyes widened, and he looked up at Zhu Zhen among the mountains, and saw that Zhu Zhen had quietly pulled out a bow and arrow from his back.

Zhu Zhen used muskets, and everyone knew about this in the military camp.

It was this time that he actually picked up the bow and arrow.

His legs hung upside down on an ancient vine, his head was hanging upside down, and he pulled the bowstring with both hands and aimed at the Chaotian stick."

Hiss "Everyone took a breath, but no one expected that the county man would do this.

It’s your feet off the ground, how can you use the force to shoot a bow and arrow?

The man held his breath and concentrated, and saw the arrow as if a comet in the sky was ready to break free from the constraints of gravity at any time, ready to go.

A little cold light left the bow, and then the arrow was like a flying geese.

Under the military mountain, the soldiers looking up at the battlefield almost opened their eyes wide at the same time and went to see the arrow. I don’t know who was surprised first. The people who were in the Liming voyage who could not see clearly tried to open their eyes, but they could only see Zhu Zhen hanging upside down on the ancient vine. They couldn’t help but feel scared until they fell to the ground. Then they felt a sense of amazement.

Zhang Dashe opened his mouth wide, looked at the Chaotian stick that was shot through his throat with an arrow, and said tremblingly: "The county man is a real god."

Chang Mao and Hu Er also slapped their hands suddenly, as if they were children, and said in surprise: "This god has an arrow. Could it be that the descendants of ancient times?"

Han Zheng, who was watching the battle, was setting up young and strong men to dig trenches. Seeing this, he couldn't help but laugh, and said excitedly: "Capture the king first, or use this method to capture the county man, the county man is a real god."

On the cliff, one of the ancient vines was shaking constantly, and a young man, like a hesitant ape, kept changing positions, and finally landed on a raised rock. He pulled the bow like the moon in his hand, just like an immortal in mythology. The bow and arrow in his hand kept flying out, and every time he shot it out, a bandit would be killed.

The bandits who were originally thinking of going down the mountain were suddenly in a hurry and kept looking for rocks to hide, worried that they would be killed by Zhu Zhen with one arrow and become the soul of the dead.

The soldiers and the people under him seemed to be in a dream, and no one dared to breathe loudly, for fear of missing the scene in front of him.

This should be a magic arrow that you dare not show in the storybook!

Ye Dui saw Zhu Zhen pulling the bowstring in his hand, quietly looking at a horse bandit lying on the ground wailing, and finally muttering to himself, as if he couldn't bear the injured horse bandit, but he had to kill him.

"The sin is so great that you can't keep it."

The bow string trembled, as if it made a sound of joy after the heavens walking, and shot out suddenly.

The archery technique was extremely accurate, and the arrow hit the middle of the eyebrows, ending the man's pain.

Zhang Dashe, who was in a state of excitement, shouted: "The power of the county male god, who dares to oppress the people of Xuyi?"

Zhu Zhen, on the stone, had a lonely expression. Killing people was not something he liked, but killing them was something he had to leave. He shouted to the soldiers and civilians at the foot of the mountain: "The thief is brave enough to not attack the mountain at this time, when will he wait?"

As soon as the middle-aged vines swept, Zhu Zhen was farther away from the remaining horse bandits who intended to approach him.

Liu Qingshan gasped for a while while leaning on the iron gun, and suddenly laughed loudly and said, "It's really good to meet this hero today. I'll wait for a while for a while for a while for a while."

Han Zheng and Zhang Dashe looked at the two generals who were killing all directions on the military mountain and said horrified: "I really don't dare to underestimate the heroes of the world." Ye

Dui was originally shocked and couldn't help but see Zhu Zhen losing his strength. After only a moment of rest, he could draw his bow and arrow to shoot the bandit again. He still shot every shot, and he smiled at Zhang Dashe and said, "DaShe, you are good at commanding wars. I'm afraid you will have to work harder in this battle."

Chang Mao, who was a little more reckless, couldn't help but want to swear. What's the point?

There are so many military generals here, why should I order Zhang Dashe, a literati?

How could Dashe not know Mr. Ye Dui's painstaking efforts? Zhu Zhen and Liu Qingshan's divine power will make the image of a warrior high in Xuyi. The way of civil and military lies in balance and cannot make outsiders look down on scholars in Xuyi.

Dashe shouted: "Shield soldiers come forward, spearmen follow, archers rush into the formation, listen to my specific command, follow me first."

Zhang Dashe has been with Zhu Zhen for a while. Although he is a bit pedantic, he loves to learn the way of fighting, so he has more of Zhu Zhen's shadow in leading troops.

The group of people formed a strange formation on the rugged mountain road, which not only maintained combat effectiveness in the narrow space, but also had a gap to ensure that the soldiers were not seriously injured by the stones falling from the sky.

Yu people followed closely behind, ready to tear the horse bandits who harmed them into pieces at any time.

Looking at the fierce momentum and as Zhu Zhen's soldiers attacked the people on the Junshan Mountain, Han Zheng said blankly: "If my father could see this feat, he would die with peace of mind."

Junshan.

Knife and axe cut into a shattering.

The magic gun warrior picked up the huge rock and shouldered with the sky.

The launcher arrows kill the bandits, and the immortals fall into the mortal world like arrows.

The war in Junshan was like a terrible destruction, and it was not as difficult as Ye Dui and Han Zhengxiang thought. Some horse bandits wanted to stay in a stalemate and escape their lives, but their brains burst out by the angry people with stones.

When the last bandit died without a complete body, the angry people suddenly lost their last strength. Some knelt on the ground, some lay on the ground, not caring about the plasma and wounds on their bodies, and burst into tears.

If one day we were united, why would we be humiliated and bullied?

Han Zheng looked at Zhu Zhen, who had already lost and left, was carried by the loyal Hu Er and was on the flat top with a pale face. Blood burst out from the wound. He just stopped resting. He was deeply impressed.

He bowed to the ground, and admired his tone with great loyalty."

Today, the Lord will be kind to my Hanjiazhuang, and tomorrow, my Han Zheng will repay you with death. Please accept my Han Zheng’s worship.”

Mr. Ye Dui turned his head and didn't want to see this scene. He knew that, logically speaking, Zhu Zhen, as a minister of Zhu Yuanzhang, was a very taboo thing to accommodate his retainers, but he couldn't say anything about this situation?

Everything is what Zhu Zhen deserves. If he reports this to Zhu Yuanzhang, he will become a despicable villain.
Chapter completed!