It's a pity that all the tacit understanding has been ruined by the self-inflicted cleverness of the fool in front of him. Wei Zhongxian unabashedly stared at Huo Weihua with eyes full of disgust.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Huo Weihua fell to his knees, and he shouted while banging his head: "Dugong, it's really not a small puff, it's those old coarse people in Liaodong who can't stand Sun Chengzong anymore." They were bent on driving away Sun Ge Lao, so they acted on their own, and it really didn't matter about small matters. ”

Wei Zhongxian didn't mean to tell Huo Weihua to get up at all, he stared at Huo Weihua gloomily, until Huo Weihua's forehead was broken and bloody, and then he said in disgust: "Get out, if something really happens in Liaodong, the miscellaneous family will peel your skin." ”

Huo Weihua didn't even dare to wipe the blood on his head, so he knelt and retreated.

When Huo Weihua retreated to the door, Wei Zhongxian snorted again: "The inspection commissioner of the military department will leave tomorrow and ask them to do things cleanly." ”

After a pause, Huo Weihua kowtowed heavily at the door before retreating.

Wei Zhongxian let out a meaningful sigh from the room.

Xinwangfu

In the face of the all-encompassing party struggle of the Ming court, Zhu Youzhen found that his strength was still too small.

In North Korea, he could not restrain either side of the party struggle.

In the opposition, the identity of the vassal king still restricts him from daring to let go of his hands and feet to develop.

In the face of such a big Ming, what should he do?

Zhu Youzhen, who couldn't find his direction for a while, became irritable and abnormal.

"These military leaders are really damned!" Zhu Youzhen put down his hand and shouted irritably.

"Your Highness, you can't kill it, you really can't kill it!" As soon as he heard the words of the king with murderous intent, Ruan Dacheng shouted loudly.

Can't be killed?

Is it really impossible to kill?

Zhu Youzhen put himself in the position of Emperor of the Apocalypse and thought carefully for a long time. He reluctantly found that under the existing conditions, these military leaders really can't be killed, and once they are killed, Liaodong will be chaotic. The current Ming Dynasty, Liaodong can't be chaotic.

If the generals of Liaoxi dare to blatantly do such pickled things, they must have the certainty of mastering the troops. If the persecution is too tight, those shameless guys really dare to take refuge in Houjin, and it will become a big disaster.

Speaking of which, it is still the strength of the central government of the Ming Dynasty that the military leaders dare to be so rampant. If the capital camp of the Ming Dynasty is still the invincible male soldier of Yongle, who dares to make trouble in all directions?

The lonely youth team doesn't know how to hone it?

Zhu Youzhen suddenly missed the youth team far away in Xifengkou.

The mountain road outside the Great Wall at Xifengkou.

Zheng Ping looked at the corpse lying on the side of the road with some blankness, killing people had become so simple.

Zheng Ping did not have any uncomfortable reaction to the murder. All he was at a loss was why it was so easy to kill?

Even if the opponent is just some untrained bandits, it shouldn't be so simple.

In the face of bandits, fighting alone, the advantage of the junior team is not obvious. But as long as there are more than two people present, the junior team can easily defeat or kill the opponent. The more people there are, the more obvious the advantage of the junior team.

In this area of Xifengkou, according to the rules of the junior team, the junior team is at least a group of 10 people to go on patrol, which makes it easier for the junior team to kill opponents as they gain experience.

The Longmen Inn in Xifengkou has been completed and opened.

Here, the youth team understands what is called the land outside the world and what is called the absence of the king's law.

The Dragon Gate Inn is built in the valley leading to the grassland at the mouth of Xifengkou. Don't look at the fact that this is only separated from the Ming Dynasty by a Great Wall, but the rules of conduct are completely different from the Ming Dynasty, this is a standard world of the jungle.

Zhang Yunyi, the head of the palace, was already sitting in the inn. Zhang Yunyi's patrol area for the junior team is centered on the warehouse, outward to the edge of the grassland, and inward to Xifengkou Guancheng, this rugged mountain road range.

The duty of the junior team is to ensure the safety and smoothness of the mountain roads.

It is said that life in the mountains is hard, and people cannot be raised. But I don't know where the mountain roads for dozens of miles come from, and there are so many mountain people, and they can't drive or catch up.

These mountain people (and perhaps bandits), though ragged and worn-armed; But each has a violent temper, and often without saying a few words, they will meet each other.

In order to maintain order on the mountain road, the cadet team has had several armed fights with the mountain people since they began patrolling. There were several lives, but they still couldn't deter them.

Zheng Ping looked at the corpse that fell to the ground, shook his head helplessly, and killed two more on this patrol.

There is no deep hatred, and there is nothing that cannot be said well. If you have to use knives and guns, they are still so weak that they can't even hold a single face. Zheng Ping felt really incomprehensible.

"Strange. The words spoken by these bandits were pronounced in strange tones, but they could barely understand what they meant. These people are certainly not Mongols, but why can't they speak well? Could it be that they are really all bandits who escaped from the Ming Dynasty? Zheng Ping secretly wondered in his heart.

A shrill voice came.

"Be careful!" Zheng Ping instinctively threw himself to the ground while loudly reminding his teammates.

With the sound of the bowstring cracking, a feathered arrow swept past Zheng Ping and slammed into the ground.

Zheng Ping glanced at the direction where the feather arrow was fired, rolled on the ground, and hid behind the stones on the side of the road. This set of Zhang Yunyi's experience has made a huge role in the arrow dodging action that the junior team must practice. A second feathered arrow that followed also landed in the air.

"Count." Although Zheng Ping didn't hear any screams, he still implemented the plan in strict accordance with the emergency standards.

There was a lot of reports from his teammates in his ears, which made Zheng Ping breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to the training of the head of the sect", Zheng Ping's heart was full of gratitude. While thanking Zhang Yunyi for his rigorous training at the beginning, he cautiously looked around before poking his head out to look in the direction of the arrow.

Zheng Ping saw that on the hillside in the direction of the arrow, more than a dozen people rushed out one after another, and seemed to be observing this side. In addition to two people in the crowd holding bows and arrows, the rest of the people also obviously held various weapons in their hands.

Zheng Ping felt a little guilty in his heart, so many people, he didn't notice it at all. Fortunately, there were only two archers on the other side, and if there were a few more, I am afraid that he would not even have a chance to observe.

After estimating the distance from the hillside to him, Zheng Ping gave up his plan to assault the other party.

It's too far, it's already more than 30 steps.

"At such a distance, it is still uphill and uphill, giving the opponent's archers too many opportunities." Zheng Ping carefully calculated in his heart. Even if he could successfully rush closer, the rest of the opponent would be able to entangle him, and he would have no chance to kill the opponent's archers at all.

"5", Zheng Ping shouted firmly.

5 is the code word of the junior team, which means to save yourself from lurking and standby. While shouting, Zheng Ping took out a small bag from his arms, lit it and threw it in the middle of the road.

The small bag gave birth to a thin puff of black smoke, which drifted towards the sky with the direction of the wind.

This is a signal for help arranged by the head of the sect, Zhang Yunyi. However, Zheng Ping is deeply skeptical about the effectiveness of such signals. The packet is too small, and the smoke is too fine, but it is difficult to reach the height that the warehouse can see.

Will reinforcements really arrive in time?