Every time he attacks a strong enemy, it is like developing a big project for Zhang Chu.

Mastermind.

Execute.

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Operation......

In the past, Zhang Chu personally served as the project manager.

Take the lead in planning.

Take the lead in executing ......

From the raiders Jing Wuyang, feeling the stones to cross the river jerky.

When it came to the Heavenly Sword Gate, he was calm and sophisticated.

Zhang Chu has put a lot of thought into it, and he has also grown sufficiently.

Sometimes Zhang Chu himself thinks, how can he win?

Everyone is their own protagonist.

Why is he the one who wins?

And not Bai Shiji?

And not Wu Laojiu?

And not Wan Jiangliu?

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that there may be many superficial reasons, after all, the situation of these former opponents is different, and they cannot be generalized, and specific problems need to be analyzed in detail.

But there are two deeper reasons he feels.

First, he stood on the shoulders of nine years of compulsory education.

Second, he is serious and cautious enough.

There is a saying that goes like this: everything is afraid of seriousness!

Zhang Chu has never pinned his victory or defeat on the mistakes of his opponents, nor has he ever pinned his hopes on his own on-the-spot explosion.

Every time he attacked the enemy, he racked his brains to try to make the plan solid, and then stood in the enemy's position, negating every link he had designed, so as to adjust, modify the plan, or prepare a remedial plan.

It was precisely his seriousness, the almost insoluble enemies that were powerful in the eyes of Zhang Chu at that time, that would eventually fall in front of his black satin boots and turn into stepping stones in his path forward.

If you look at the strong enemies that Zhang Chu pushed down as big projects.

That mule was the department manager under Zhang Chu.

The mule assisted Zhang Chu and pushed one big enemy after another.

To put it another way.

That is, the mule, as a department manager, participated in all the projects.

It's all.

Even if Zhang Chu was sometimes running around, the mule stayed in the base camp of Taiping Town, and he still spared no effort to support Zhang Chu's actions through the Blood Shadow Guard.

He knows where all the projects are going to be.

Zhang Chu is unguarded against the mules.

All the information of the Taiping Society is open to mules.

Some of the materials that were still in Zhang Chu's hands and had not yet entered the Taiping Society, and the mule wanted to look through it in one sentence.

For example, the batch of Heavenly Sword Sect martial arts cheats that remained in Zhang Chu's hands.

The mule occasionally had any questions, and when he asked Zhang Chu, Zhang Chu almost always answered them.

The master and the apprentices are not so careless and unreserved.

And the mule, Zhang Chu took it for four years.

Even if it's a pig, it's time to become a sperm, right?

......

The mule did not disappoint Zhang Chu.

The first time he picked the big beam was to attack a difficult target like Xiao Jinshan, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is difficult to start a hell.

But since Zhang Chu made the decision and finalized this operation, his performance has been quite good!

From sorting out the information, looking for fighters.

Then to the field survey and finalize the plan.

His performance may not be called impeccable.

But in Zhang Chu's view, he is already worthy of the word calm.

In the next two days, Zhang Chu calmly watched the mule preside over the work like an outsider.

Although every order that flowed out of the mule's hands, a copy would be sent to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu was noncommittal.

Look, he read it all word for word.

But I just don't say a word.

When the mule encountered something that he was particularly unsure of, he ran to him and turned over and over to ask for his opinion and test his attitude, but he did not say anything.

It was really annoying that the mule was annoying, so he would lightly spit out two words: good.

Not bad indeed.

Although there is nothing that can make his eyes shine.

But the plan was very detailed and solid, all aspects were taken into account, and some of the more critical links were also formulated in accordance with his habits for possible sudden accidents.

In Zhang Chu's opinion, as long as the elite spies of Fengyunlou who infiltrated Xiaojia Town were not exposed, there was no reason for this operation to overturn.

Time is slipping away against the clock......

......

At noon on the seventh day of the first lunar month.

Dozens of knights with swords and swords, fresh clothes and angry horses, whistling and riding through Taiping Town, did not slow down when they saw the flow of people going up and down the mountain, and the dust raised the pedestrians.

Countless people glared at him.

But it only made their whistles sharper and sharper, mixed with strange cries such as "yo-he".

The veterans of the Blood Tiger Battalion, who were basking in the sun outside the town gate with knives and guns, looked at these young knights lazily with a look of watching a play, and no one had any intention of stepping forward to stop them.

But if your eyes are sharp enough, you will find that the bed crossbows and eight-ox crossbows on the town wall have been silently aimed at the town gate, and the town gate guard Jiao Shan raised a hand, as if greeting someone.

You can guess, if these knights rushed outside the gate and didn't slow down, would Jiao Shan wave that hand, and those veterans of the Blood Tiger Battalion who were wielding bed crossbows and eight-bull crossbows would smash the shooting hammer?

But it's a pity that someone disturbed them to watch the play.

As soon as the young knight rushed past the bridge of the dog's nose, Meng Xiaojun, who was lightly veiled and wearing a silver crown, walked out of the tea house on one side and took a step to meet him.

She didn't try to stop the knights, but walked straight to the middle of the road.

The leading dark horse knight didn't seem to see Meng Xiaojun, and actually rushed straight towards Meng Xiaojun.

Meng Xiaojun's face was cold, and he didn't blink his eyelids.

Jianma slammed straight into Meng Xiaojun.

"Girl, be careful!"

"Riders, there's someone in front of you!"

Pedestrians on both sides of the road exclaimed.

"Phew!"

"Herod!"

It was so black that it was reflective, and there was not a single white-haired divine horse on the whole body, and the black horse man stood up, and the horse's hooves almost rubbed Meng Xiaojun's veil.

Dozens of horsemen following behind the black horse knight tied their horses under their hips.

Dozens of horsemen actually stopped the galloping momentum of the horses in the blink of an eye, showing excellent riding skills, so that the lazy Blood Tiger Battalion veterans above and below the town gate couldn't help but take a few more looks.

They have all seen this kind of riding...... At the Northern Barbarian Iron Rider.

"Ho Ho Ho, she is worthy of being a woman of the Meng family, just this courage, she is not much weaker than you!"

The jet-black steed landed, and the handsome young knight, with a long sword hanging from his waist on his horse, laughed wildly.

"Hahaha......"

As soon as the words fell, the dozens of riders behind him suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was rampant and colossal, as if the strange eyes around him did not exist.

There was no contempt or disdain in the laughter, but their high-minded posture, which almost reached their faces, made the hearts of everyone around them very uncomfortable.

It is also incompatible with the peaceful and peaceful temperament of Taiping Town.

Meng Xiaojun's face was expressionless.

But the displeasure in her eyes was evident even to the surrounding melon-eating crowd.

"Fight and go back and forth, this is not the place you should be!"

Meng Xiaojun didn't respond to the handsome knight's taunt, and replied directly.

Although she looked up at the knight on horseback, her aura was on par with the knight on horseback, and she did not fall into the wind at all.

"Heh......"

The handsome knight on horseback sneered, as if he didn't bother to pay attention to her, looked up and looked around, and asked, "Where is Zhang Chu?"

He was rightly asking.

Then, as soon as his words fell, he immediately keenly noticed that the eyes of the people around him seemed to change a little.

The way those fart people looked at him just now, he was very familiar, nothing more than envy, jealousy and hatred.

But now, he found that the eyes of these fart people looked at him with hostility?

Of course, the lion doesn't care about the hostility of the ants.

What he was interested in was that Zhang Chu had such a high status in the hearts of these fart people?

What's even more interesting is that Zhang Chu really didn't come to greet him?

Interesting!

It's so much fun!

The handsome knight needed narrow Danfeng eyes, moved the horse's head with a smile, and hit the horse and passed by Meng Xiaojun.

Meng Xiaojun's hand hidden under his big sleeve trembled.

But in the end, it didn't happen.

Her father, Meng Xinling, the sect leader of the Broken Yue Sword Sect, was the third elder of the Tianxing Alliance, and he had quite a prestige in Xiliang Prefecture.

And the handsome knight on horseback is named Yan Jinghong, and his father Yan Changqing is the second elder of the Tianxing Alliance.

The same is an elder, which does not mean that the authority and prestige of the second elder are heavier than that of the third elder.

It is because Meng Xiaojun is not afraid of Yan Jinghong.

But Yan Jinghong is also not afraid of her!

She came to Taiping Town to plant the banner of her Meng family for the Taiping Society.

If she can come, Yan Jinghong can naturally come too.

She didn't have any position to obstruct Yan Jinghong's communication with the upper echelons of the Taiping Society.

Although she knew that with Yan Jinghong and his group of fox friends who were also the three generations of the Tianxing Alliance, coming to the Taiping Society would only mess things up.

Zhang Chu and Wu Qianyuan are not the ignorant mountain kings and shallow nouveau riche they imagined, and they can take them by pulling the tiger skin of the Tianxing Alliance.

Dozens of horsemen passed by Meng Xiaojun slowly.

Meng Xiaojun stood in the middle of the slippery and slippery high-headed horses, with a bad headache.

Even though she had long known that Yan Jinghong and his group of fox friends were coming, until now, she still hadn't thought of any good way.

It's not that I can't think of a means.

It's that she knows that the means she can think of are useless to Yan Jinghong.

Yan Jinghong is arrogant and arrogant, but it has nothing to do with stupid words.

It's all a vixen on the mountain, who doesn't know how many Taoists there are?

Under the annotation of hundreds of strange eyes, Yan Jinghong drove the horse to the front of the town gate and was about to enter the town.

At this moment, the two old soldiers of the Blood Tiger Battalion, who were standing outside the city gate and were trembling by the north wind, finally moved lazily.

Two mottled red tassel spears crossed in front of Yan Jinghong, blocking his way.

Yan Jinghong reined in the horse.

He didn't care about the two broken guns.

What he cared about was the meaning of the two broken guns.

He lowered his head with a smile on his face, looking down at the two short, frustrated soldiers who were as tall as the horses under his crotch.

There was no smile in his smile.

The two big-headed soldiers smiled very simply, but as soon as they spoke, their tone was boundless: "Big brother, no matter which family you are, or who your father is, if you want to enter Taiping Town, you have to abide by the rules of Taiping Town, and whoever comes is the same." ”

Yan Jinghong turned his head and glanced at Meng Xiaojun through the crowd.

In his memory, Meng Xiaojun didn't look like a person who would only use such small means.

Could it be that it's just to disgust him?

He pondered in his heart, and asked unhurriedly on his face, "Oh, what rules?"

"Now, it's easy!"

The old soldier of the Blood Tiger Battalion who spoke patiently pointed to the pavilion on the left side of the gate and said: "All people in the rivers and lakes who want to enter Taiping Town must first register their names and origins, and hand over their swords and swords, and we will keep them on our behalf, and then return them to you when you leave." ”

When Yan Jinghong heard this, he instinctively touched the long knife on his waist: "Oh, yes?

"Do you want to pay it?"

The old soldier of the Blood Tiger Battalion who spoke blinked at him with cloudy eyes, thought about it, and simply clapped his hands and said: "In that case, I will make a bet with you, if you can take the broken piece of iron on your waist to step into this door half a step today, I will take off the skull and give it to you as a night pot!"

"Hahaha......"

As soon as his words fell, a burst of unbridled laughter erupted above his head.

"Lao Wu urine sex!"

"I didn't disappoint my father!"

"Little cub, come in, I'm still waiting to see how the old guy cuts off those ten and a half catties for a night pot!"

At the head of the city, a group of old soldiers in tattered clothes laughed and shouted exaggeratedly.

Their posture is not condescending at all.

On the contrary, it's very down-to-earth and real.

But it gives people a sense of being out of reach.

It's as if they're partying in another world.

An old soldier named Lao Wu winked his eyebrows at the robe brother at the head of the city outside the city gate: "I am smiling, I am smiling!"

His name is Lao Wu.

It's an old man.

But he's not old.

It is the soul that is old.

Somehow, Yan Jinghong, who has never been afraid of the sky and the earth, looked at these old soldiers who were like no one carnival at the moment, but the chill in his heart was irrepressibly rising.