Yang Zhong is considered to be the person he has seen among these future Zhuguo generals, second only to Dugu as he wishes, compared with a few times, Yang Zhong's appearance is inferior to Dugu as he wishes, but he is not annoying, and his momentum is definitely a big cut out of Dugu's wish.

Yuwentai is more heroic than Yang Zhong, but his appearance is secondary, and his momentum is slightly worse, Li Hu is more sad, regardless of his appearance and momentum, he is inferior to a few people, but thanks to some literary talents, his temperament is more bookish than a few people.

Those people Zilong are all familiar, and there is a difference between them and the historical records, only Yang Zhong, this is the first time I saw it, Zilong really wants to understand, in the end, the historical records are not reliable, is there a general of the Zhuguo who coincides with the records?

Yang Zhong listened to Niu Yilang's words to Zilong quite politely, and even slightly groveled, which made him quite puzzled, why would he be so respectful to a little hairy child who had not dried up?

In his heart, he was puzzled, and suddenly felt a strong surge, and his body couldn't help but turn around, he had some family martial arts, so he naturally gave birth to some resistance, and secretly resisted, after all, no one wants to be treated as an object and turn around like that.

But with three points of force, it was difficult to resist, so with six points of force, it was still difficult to resist, and finally with all his strength, he was still turned around like an object.

The sudden feeling of powerlessness made Yang Zhong shocked, looking at Zilong's strength against himself, his face was not red or panting, and he was at ease, and he was a man who was much older than him, and in a circle, he was so blushing and his neck was thick.

Yang Zhong suddenly understood, and suddenly understood why Niu Yilang was so respectful to this Zilong general, and why a little hairy boy who had not dried up could be called a general.

It turned out that he actually had innate divine power, and that martial arts should definitely be extraordinary.

It's a pity that although he guessed a little, he was completely crooked, and everyone's respect for Zilong was not only because of Zilong's skills, but also because of Zilong's personality.

But Yang Zhong is a martial artist after all, and Zilong took him around in place, which was enough to make him admire the five-body body.

"The slave has seen General Zilong, and he is disrespectful, please punish the general!"

Zilong didn't care, he helped Yang Zhong up with a smile, Yang Zhong still had to resist, but he felt that a huge force came from Zilong's arms, Yang Zhong gave up, and Zilong actually withdrew his divine power.

This surprised Yang Zhong even more, between his strength and release, he didn't know that Zilong, Zilong could adjust his own strength in an instant just by feeling, and he could retract and release it freely, this kind of cultivation is by no means something that ordinary people can do.

As a result, Yang Zhong's admiration for Zilong became heavier and heavier.

Zilong heard Yang Zhong call himself a slave, and only then did he remember that Yang Zhong's Xianbei name seemed to be called a slave, could it be that the history books had been modified to hide Yang Zhong's experience as a slave?

Helping Yang Zhong up, Zilong smiled and said sincerely: "If Brother Yang doesn't dislike it, don't call me generally, just call me Brother Zilong?" ”

Yang Zhong was now completely impressed by the people, stood up and shouted to the slaves: "Brothers, this is our great benefactor, General Dugu Zilong, who is willing to follow General Zilong, roar!" ”

The earth-shattering shouts made the entire Tucheng tremble, and many people were at home, all stunned, and muttered, "What's the matter?" ”

The initiators, however, didn't know anything about it, and after shouting, they were busy kowtowing like pounding garlic, and expressed their gratitude to Zilong in the most familiar and solemn way they knew.

After Zilong heard the roar of the slaves, his heart also trembled, although there were only a thousand people, but Zilong felt as if he didn't know how many people were shouting, although he was somewhat mentally prepared, but Zilong was still shaken.

Zilong suddenly understood why Jia Siqian had such a meaningful smile and inexplicable confidence when meeting with the chiefs.

These people are his confidence, although Zilong can't understand how loyal these slaves will be to him, but at least at this time, Zilong believes that what his long knife is pointing at must be a burst of slaves who will charge one after another in the face of death.

What about slaves? What is the war like? What about games?

Zilong can also play the game of the superiors now, but they are for profit, but Zilong is for these brothers who are still suffering.

"The Rouran thieves are in sight, and they are about to come to the city, Zilong is here to assure everyone that as long as Zilong is in Tucheng for a day, Tucheng will never have slaves!"

Through that slightly thin figure, the slaves seemed to see a hope that they had not dared to imagine for a long time, and it was because of this promise that the Flying Dragon Army, which swept the world, officially began to appear.

Throwing the slave brothers who were suddenly in high mood to Niu Yilang, Zilong took Yang Zhong back to the chief's mansion, and when he returned to the chief's mansion, the chiefs had already dispersed, leaving only the triumphant Jia Siqian still in the hall with a few brothers from Funiu Village.

"Those chiefs, who look majestic on weekdays, in the end, don't they still have to be respectful to us? If it weren't for Brother Zilong, who would have thought that there would be such a day? ”

"Yes, when they saw us, they all shouted and shouted to kill and shout thieves, but now goodbye, they are just ordinary people, nothing remarkable!"

"Thanks to Brother Zilong, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't know what kind of drudgery we were driven to do, but now not only is we no longer a slave, but we can also raise our eyebrows, you look at those people on the street, you have to look up and stare at us for a while, majestic!"

……

At this moment, Zilong took the stunned Yang Zhong into the main hall, and saw several people in the hall sitting together with a slanted smile, and said with a whole face: "Is it time to be proud?" Rouran reinforcements are coming! ”

Zilong's voice did not cause any panic, Jia Siqian pretended to be surprised and smiled: "Ouch, Brother Zilong single-handedly retreated from Rouran with three thousand thieves, this time I don't have to worry about talking about it, I don't know how much the brothers who didn't come regret it!" ”

After saying this, he turned his head and said in surprise: "Brother Nunu, why are you with Brother Zilong?" ”

When Yang Zhong heard this familiar voice, he suddenly came back to his senses.

For the first time in his life, Yang Zhong felt that he was really shallow, although he was also a famous family, but his father took him to live in seclusion in Zhongshan, and he had been living in seclusion, and he was later arrested as a slave by taking advantage of the chaos, and he never had the opportunity to see such pomp.

Along the way, I sighed at the scale of the chief's mansion and at the same time, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded by the various styles and different origins.

At this time, when he heard Jia Sixian's voice, he came back from the shock, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be the little fart who never refused to suffer.

"Xiao Jia, you're not dead?"

After listening to Yang Zhong's words, Zilong almost didn't spray, this way of greeting really makes people cry and laugh, who wants Xiao Jia but is not angry, he still smiles.

Jia Siqian has always looked like a weak scholar, Zilong has never seen him lose his temper, but this time he suddenly found that Jia Siqian was also extremely agile.

In three or two steps, he stepped to Yang Zhong's side, stretched out his slender arm, and gave Yang Zhong, who was three years older than him, a big bear hug, which looked more like a koala hug.

Yang Zhong carried it casually, and then carried Jia Siqian aside like a chicken, and scolded with a smile: "Your life is so big, originally everyone thought that with your temperament, even if you were not killed by the thieves, you would have to be strangled to death by your own brothers, but I didn't expect to be mixed up under the command of the Zilong brothers." ”

Jia Siqian smiled, and told Yang Zhong in detail about what happened in Funiuling, and while Yang Zhong listened, he kept glancing at Zilong, who did not change color, and his admiration for Zilong in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Xindao, I didn't expect this Dugu Zilong to be so extraordinary, everyone respects the thief he will befriend, everyone despises or even ignores the slave, he is willing to make friends, I really don't know what he thinks in his heart.

After the two talked, Zilong was surprised to find that Xiao Jia was not as arrogant as those slave brothers in Funiu Village said.

The relationship between Yang Zhong and Jia Sixian, in Zilong's opinion, is so good that it is enviable.

Although the things the two talked about were all related to Zilong, the mutual understanding and tacit understanding revealed in them could faintly reveal the trust and familiarity between the two.

Through the conversation between the two of them, Zilong learned that Yang Zhong and Jia Siqian were originally slaves who were imprisoned in one place, and Jia Siqian was criticized in the slave camp, but he never quarreled with Yang Zhong.

Yang Zhong seems to have quite a prestige in the slave camp, thinking that although he is a slave, he is definitely the leader among the slaves, which should have something to do with his skills and bold personality!

Talking and talking, Jia Siqian led the topic to Fang Cai's matter, he still had palpitations in his heart, afraid that Zilong would become Fang Cai's dead and lifeless appearance again, so he tried more.

Who would have thought that Zilong said lightly: "It's just a moment of heart congestion, but now that I have seen thousands of brothers who are also slaves, I have suddenly become enlightened, not for those bullshit dignitaries and tribal chiefs, but for these suffering brothers are no longer slaves, Zilong should also go to the soup and die without fear!" ”

Yang Zhong didn't know that Zilong was once a Han slave, and when he heard this, he was even more moved by Zilong's bosom while he was puzzled.

"Okay, Brother Zilong has this heart, so he will live up to the wishes of my brothers, although Yang Zhong is not good, but he is also willing to drive for Brother Zilong, there are swords, mountains and seas of fire, let's go together!"

After Yang Zhong finished speaking, he was in high spirits and had the idea of showing his strengths, but he heard Jia Siqian ask Zilong: "But I don't know what Brother Zilong has planned?" ”

Zilong is also entangled in this matter in his heart, the city in the clouds is in danger, what is the situation is still unknown, it will take a few days to go here, if you are willing to seek the near and far, I am afraid that when you reach the city in the clouds, its momentum is irreversible, and the earth city is trapped and even trapped under the hooves of Rouran.

If this is the worst outcome, I am afraid that I want to take care of both, but it will be difficult to take care of both.

Rather than this, it is better to relieve the siege of Tucheng first, and then go to Yunzhong City to explore, if the cloud has not yet fallen, then remind the Kuzhi patriarch of the movement of the rebel army, if the cloud has been lost, I can only try my best to protect the double purple juan.

"I want to organize the people who the brothers are willing to stay behind first, and let Brother Yang train them for a few days, so that they can have some self-protection ability, and then try to contact the various tribes to defend the city together, wanting to pick up the cheap for nothing, wishful thinking!"

Zilong's words made Jia Siqian smile softly.

"If that's the case, then I can't say I need this!"

As he spoke, he took out a silk book from his bosom and flattened it on the table, allowing Zilong Yang Zhong to look at it.

Zilong confirmed that the text recognition skill was activated, looked at the contents of the silk book, and his heart moved.

"Mofei, you want to ......"