Six-leaf light boat, each of the five elders drove one, and Wang Chen and Yan Qingge rode together.

The landing site had been studied long ago, and it was a lush reed bush away from the enemy camp.

The seven of them quickly went ashore, quietly touched the camp, easily eliminated a group of patrol soldiers, and then changed into soldiers' clothes and swaggered towards the camp.

The tents of the enemy camp were white on one side and black on the other, and it was obvious that they were the tents of the two teams.

To Wang Chen's surprise, these soldiers were very loose, the sentries dozed off with their weapons, and no one looked for them to give them a code or anything, as if they were not worried about stealing the camp from the other side at all.

There were even soldiers who were so drunk that they fell asleep on the edge of the tent.

It's like a wartime barracks, it's exactly like a concentration camp for drunkards.

Compared with the Yan army on the opposite side, which has a strict military appearance, it is no wonder that Cheng Dongqing confidently said: If there is no practitioner to intervene, it can completely wipe out the royal family of Xiayin Country and the army of Cangyue Country.

With such an army, how can there be any combat effectiveness to speak of?

Su Chen seemed to see Wang Chen's doubts, so he whispered to him:

It's not that the royal family and the generals of Cangyue are stupid, because there are cultivators who participate in the war.

And the generals of the army, big and small, must be cultivators.

Since cultivators are involved in the war on a large scale, the generals naturally have to be placed under the unified management of the cultivators' camp, and the secular army is restrained by the junior officers, which will cause military discipline to be lax.

Because as long as the other party's cultivator generals are killed, the secular army lacks a commander and command, no matter how strong the Yan army's combat effectiveness is, it will be self-defeating.

At this time, the strength of the royal family and Cangyue cultivators was several times that of the Yan army, and victory was a matter of time, if it wasn't for the sake of reducing casualties, I was afraid that a general attack would have been launched long ago, instead of stealing the camp.

The secular combined army of the royal family and Cangyue basically has little chance to participate in the war again, and drinking, sleeping, and mixing military salaries are the common mentality of ordinary soldiers.

Hearing Su Chen's story, Wang Chen understood the rules of war in this world.

Because of the existence of such a special group of cultivators, the outcome of the high-end combat power duel often determines the direction of the entire war.

Ancient wars often glorified individual heroes, and the role of generals had too much influence on the army, which was actually not a good thing.

However, Wang Chen has seen more advanced concepts of warfare, and in modern warfare, even if the command system is paralyzed, it may not necessarily determine the outcome of a battle.

In modern warfare, there are countless examples of winning more with less and defeating the strong with the weak, and the difference in strength is often not the key to determining victory or defeat.

Analyzing these examples, we will find that similar feats can only occur due to the influence of the army's discipline, will, spirit, blood, ability, and other factors.

At present, it seems that Yan Wuya's army is quite strict in military discipline.

Next, Wang Chen decided that he had to give him some suggestions on army construction, and truly build the Yan army into an iron-blooded army like a wolf and a tiger.

Wang Chen wore a military uniform of a junior colonel and walked on the side of the seven-person team.

At this time, he saw that a large bag of things was being unloaded in one direction, so he led seven people over.

Seeing that it was a colonel, the two soldiers on guard immediately saluted with their right hands on their chests.

Wang Chen asked with a majestic posture, and said arrogantly: "Why are you unloading the goods now, what is it?"

The soldier replied: "General, this is the grain that has just arrived, and half of it was robbed by the Yan army on the way, so the trip was delayed. ”

"Bastard!" Wang Chen immediately became angry, pointed at the soldier transporting grain, and shouted: "What are you doing to eat, you even let the enemy rob the grain, Lao Tzu is working hard on the front line, you can't eat enough, you are simply damned!"

The soldier who was carrying the grain trembled, and quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Please let me have a bird, and wait for the day to tell the general to see if he can let you go." Wang Chen scolded and said, "Stay outside, I'll go in and check it." ”

Just as he was about to enter the camp where the grain was loaded, Wang Chen turned around and ordered Yan Qingge and the others: "You continue to patrol forward without delay!"

Everyone was stunned, this is different from the previous plan, the pharmacist is going to act alone?

But at the moment, there was obviously no time to wait for them to ask, and since this was an area for ordinary soldiers, they only hoped that Wang Chen would not make too much of a move, and it should be no problem to protect himself.

Several people bowed their heads and continued to walk forward.

Only then did Wang Chen enter the tent where the grain was stored, and the tent was like a small warehouse, full of grain and other supplies.

Pretending to inspect several rows of old and tall grain piles, Wang Chen casually spilled a handful of powder, which was the soft tendon powder he refined, as long as the medicinal power was completely volatilized, all the grain here would be poisonous.

Although the soft tendons are not dead, it will make the cultivators, including the soul shaper, and the mortal soldiers unable to exert their strength at all, and can only be slaughtered by others.

Even if the Daoist exists, it will affect the operation of the vitality, resulting in a significant reduction in combat effectiveness.

The reason why he didn't burn it directly was because Wang Chen felt that so much grain couldn't be burned for a while, but it was easy to startle the snake, which was not conducive to assassinating Cai Chong.

Besides, if a pharmacist doesn't take medicine to set fires, it's really insulting to the profession, and it doesn't reflect the technical content.

Wang Chen left the camp and looked at the other tents where the grain was kept, he did not take medicine everywhere, so that tomorrow there would be symptoms of fatigue among the soldiers.

He still has to refine medicine in Jiangxin, these people are all lying down, who will come to him to refine medicine?

After determining the amount of food, Wang Chen returned to the guards, told them to take strict care, and then swaggered outside.

Now that he is alone, it is not good to pretend to be a patrol soldier anymore, and since the medicine has also been released, he decided to go to the reeds and wait for Yan Qingge to sing them.

Not long after, there was a commotion in the center of the royal camp, and Wang Chen saw a drill rising into the sky, which was particularly eye-catching under the reflection of Qiongxiao.

Wang Chen was very familiar with that light, it was the sword he gave Yan Qingge, and it was the sword that emitted.

Seeing such a long distance with the naked eye, Wang Chen decisively released his divine soul power, but before he could see the battle situation clearly, a sense of crisis suddenly came.

Wang Chen instinctively dodged from the side.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, an open space suddenly appeared in the reeds where he was hiding, and the blow smashed the reeds into a large hole along with the ground.

"Sneaky rats, come out and fight!" a figure flashed from behind the rock, roared and attacked Wang Chen.

Wang Chen could sense that this person was also a five-fold cultivator of soul shaping, and his fist style was fierce, a bit similar to Chen Li's kind of foolishness.

Sensing that there was only this person around, Wang Chen turned his heart sideways, since he became a cultivator, aside from the brief fight with Chongyun in Luoxia City, killing thirteen cultivators with one knife last night was actually his first shot.

But I didn't feel anything last night, it was completely the power of the knife, and tonight was a good time to test my combat effectiveness, what level was it at.

After the practitioner has cultivation, the moves of traditional martial arts are actually not very effective, and they are basically a competition of hard power, and strength, dodge, and prediction are the keys to battle.

Strength is closely related to the level of the exercise and the realm of cultivation, while the ability to dodge and predict is affected by the power of the divine soul.

Wang Chen's divine soul power was powerful, and the situation of the strong man rushing towards him was like a slow-motion replay in his perception, but he didn't choose to dodge, but swung his fist to meet it.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the strong man let out a miserable scream, and his whole body was directly knocked away by Wang Chen, slamming into the rocks by the river, his arms drooping, and the impact from his back also broke a few bones for him.

The strong man looked at Wang Chen in horror, he couldn't see the other party's cultivation before, but when that punch came out, he already knew that the opponent was also a soul shaping fivefold.

However, in the same realm, he was completely crushed, and the other party was much stronger than him in terms of cultivation and spiritual power.

"You...... Who the hell are you? Among the core disciples of Zixia Mountain and Guanxia Mountain, there is absolutely no existence like you. ”

Wang Chen didn't answer his conversation, walked up to the strong man and asked, "Listening to your tone, it should be a disciple of Qixia Mountain?"

"Humph!" the strong man did not respond.

Wang Chen sneered: "A sect disciple who is in cahoots with other countries, you are arrogant!"

The strong man still didn't speak.

Wang Chen didn't care, and continued: "Listening to your accent, I believe that your parents, relatives, brothers and sisters are all from the Xiayin Kingdom, have you ever thought that after the Cangyue Kingdom annexes Xiayin, they (they) will all be slaves and maids, do you want to see this?"

"Don't say any more. "Zhuang Chinese's tone has softened a lot.

Wang Chen said: "If you can change your ways, I can give you a chance to join Zixia Mountain or Guanxia Mountain." Even if you can't escape death after all, you have to die on the battlefield of defending the land and defending the homeland, that is the hero, you are helping the abuse, it is tantamount to a traitorous thief. ”

Wang Chen's words obviously touched the conscience of the strong man, but he did not immediately express his position, questioning: "Even if you are right, how can you guarantee that I can join the other two mountains? I killed many of them, and they will not forgive me." ”

"I said yes, or no. Wang Chen said confidently: "However, you have to show sincerity for me to see." ”

"Who the hell are you?" the strong man looked at Wang Chen puzzled, and said in his heart: This person's bone age is only sixteen, and his cultivation is already a five-fold soul shaping figure, and there is definitely no such demon in the other two mountains.

"I'm the only pharmacist in the Northern Continent. Wang Chen did not hide his identity, and said: "I said to protect you, as long as you don't look for your own death, who will say anything?"

"You're the one standing in Yan Wu...... The pharmacist behind King Yan?" the strong man's eyes were shining, and he was faintly excited, if he could follow the pharmacist, it would be what many people dreamed of.

But he quickly came back to his senses and said mockingly: "You may be extraordinary, I believe this, but you want to say that you are the pharmacist? You are stupid to me? Even if you start refining medicine in your mother's womb, you can't become a pharmacist at the age of sixteen, forget it, you will kill me!"

"Ignorance!" Wang Chen said disdainfully: "Just Qixia Mountain, a large area of heaven at the mouth of the well, do you know what a genius is? Like you, you can only reach the fifth level of soul shaping at the age of fifty or sixty, and compared to the geniuses outside, you are not a fart, what qualifications do you have to question me?"