It's really a joke, Zhang Zhongjun has at least commanded many battles, and of course he knows how powerful a military formation is. The three-person military formation is enough to destroy a guy like himself who lacks strength, and according to this comparison, the 12-person military formation can destroy the existence of the Bronze Horseman's strength.

Don't say you don't want to go to the sky in one step, even if you want to, you can't do it. As for giving the victor such a high salary, it is normal, think about how a guy who is even more awesome than the Bronze Horseman, especially a samurai who can fight 12 ashigaru in a formation by himself, can not be rewarded? This talent is scarce at any time.

Zhang Zhongjun waited quietly, and the guys who were assessed in front of him were obviously a little unable to recognize themselves, and after winning one-on-one, they immediately went to challenge the battle of the three-person formation.

The result is without exception, the guy who was able to win quickly when he was able to fight alone before, in turn, was quickly won by the three-man array, one of them stood to prove the attack, the left and right two attacked from the side, and the awesome one could also block a few times, and the average level was directly stabbed by the spear to the death of the kidney.

Originally, Zhang Zhongjun still wanted to show his self-knowledge, but he saw that the previous guys obviously had a precedent of failure, and they still chose the three-person formation without exception after winning the singles, which made Zhang Zhongjun couldn't help blinking his eyes, and then nodded a little suddenly: "Damn, you have to show the mentality of desperately pursuing victory, otherwise as soon as self-knowledge comes out, it will be different, and you must not be different." ”

Zhang Zhongjun, who had made a decision, naturally stepped forward and chose a wooden knife on the weapon rack to try his touch, and finally selected a wooden knife that fit his hand.

After saluting each other, Zhang Zhongjun began to attack with all his strength without hiding his strength, but unfortunately, his full strength was only a little stronger than Ashigaru, and now this examiner should obviously be a standard samurai, so it was very easy to resist and start a counterattack.

However, Zhang Zhongjun is very experienced, and he can be described as the type of person who lacks strength and experience, so he also blocked the opponent's attack, and also took the opportunity to attack coldly, and for a while the fight was very lively.

Although people who know how to do it pouted and didn't care, but this kind of fighting with contacts is the best-looking, and it is better than the fight that decided to win instantly before I don't know how many times, and naturally attracted the eyes of those standing guard, those who recorded the pen, and those who waited for the miscellaneous servants.

In the depths of the pavilion is a hall, a much larger copy is placed in the center, a middle-aged man dressed as a samurai is lazily lying on a chair, and there are two small surnames kneeling on the side, one is playing a fan, and the other is making tea, looking very enjoyable.

Looking out from the position of this middle-aged samurai, you can clearly see the battle scene of the martial arts arena outside, while the people outside look inside, but they are gloomy and can't see anything clearly.

This is a special architectural pattern to prevent outsiders from prying eyes and attacks. Think about it, the people outside are visiting, what their looks are, the people inside can see at a glance, but what the faces of the people inside are, the people outside can't see through it at all. This is a facility to prevent your subordinates from prying into their minds. If you want to attack, you can't see if there is anyone inside, how can you attack? You must know that the so-called attack, in many cases, there is only one chance. This in turn ensures the safety of the superiors.

Similarly, there is another meaning that everyone knows, that is, the superior can be more relaxed in this kind of place that outsiders can't see, and there is no need to be so restrained to do things at a glance, and the mood is relaxed and things are much faster and more efficient, isn't it?

Now this middle-aged samurai is much more relaxed than the pen clerk outside, his legs are stretched straight, he yawns from time to time or something, and his body is leaning back on the back of the chair, completely looking how comfortable he is.

And the pen clerk outside, although he can fan the cold to drink tea or even chat or something, but his posture has always maintained a standard kneeling posture, and his clothes are also very neat.

"Hmm, this is the Kurokawa Masanori who is said to have practiced his sword in the morning and used his sword qi to step into the Quan Jiupin Samurai?" the middle-aged man glanced at the martial arts training ground with fluttering eyes, and asked casually.

The two waiters on the side didn't say anything, but continued to be busy with their own affairs, but a black-clothed man with a masked head and a mask suddenly appeared on the side of the middle-aged samurai, and he knelt down and said respectfully: "Yes, my lord, the information has been delivered." ”

"Oh, there's no problem with his identity, is it? Is it real? I remember that the head of the Gyeonggi Kurokawa family was very young, but he didn't have such a big descendant. The middle-aged man said indifferently.

"My lord, according to the identity certificate of this Kurokawa Masanori, he is the sister-in-law of the former governor of the Kurokawa family, Kurokawa Takamasa, and the knife he wears is the heirloom of the Kurokawa family, Kuroku Jumaru, and the identity document has the signature of Master Katsubun of Kyoto Tokukoji Temple, looking at the font should not be fake, but it is impossible to judge how it is. The man in black told the truth what he knew, but he didn't make the slightest judgment.

The middle-aged samurai yawned and said very casually: "Since there is a celebrity painting, the identity information is complete, and the treasure knife of the Kurokawa family is also carried, let's treat him as the son-in-law of the former governor of the Kurokawa family, such a character obviously came to take refuge when he saw the vigorous development of his family, let's not lose the hearts of the people, right?"

Listening to these words, the man in black didn't say a word, but continued to keep kneeling on one knee and being able to take orders at any time, and the two little surnames were even more like they had no ears, just busy with their own affairs.

The middle-aged samurai smashed his mouth and said with some regret: "It's a pity, this Kurokawa Masatoku's strength is not very good, but the strength of the Quan Jiupin Samurai, not even the real Jiupin Samurai." But forget it, if you really reach the strength of the Nine Rank Samurai, you have to come forward to recruit the lord in person, and we have to take the time to carefully verify his information, it is not as good as the current strength, let's directly give the identity of the captain of the ashigaru is enough to recruit. ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged warrior sat up straight, and the two little surnames hurriedly put down the work in their hands before, one laying out the paper and the other grinding the ink.

The middle-aged warrior took out a scroll from the bookcase on his side, opened it and looked at it, and nodded: "This is it." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, took the brush, dipped it in ink and wrote a few words in the space of the scroll, and then took out a seal from his bosom, dipped it in oil, and stamped it on the place where he had written before.