"Well, let's make a deal, and I'll take you to see something good." Mr. Yamanaka looked at their solemn faces, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and said with a smile.

Jin Yiwei, that's it.

That Li Shanchang is inevitably a little too demonized.

"No need, Mr. Yamanaka, if you want to kill or chop, you can do whatever you want." When Jiang Xuan said this, his tone was gentle and flat, but it revealed an imperceptible sense of rigor, and the words were like knives, unquestionable.

The mountain was speechless, silently led people, and escorted Jiang Zhen and the others away.

He wanted to take Jiang Zhen and the others there, but it was a "good place".

Kenjiro Yamanaka was called "Heaven" by his name.

It is also the execution ground where their Japanese samurai compete in killing skills.

Kenjiro Yamanaka is also the daimyo of a certain beast.

"Mountain Island, today is the first place again." As soon as Mr. Yamanaka entered, he pointed to the rankings on the wall and sneered.

Shan Dao Xiuxing, thirty-three today, a total of four hundred and seventy-one.

Jiang Zhen and the others looked at the numbers on the wall, but they were a little unclear.

"Mr. Xie Shanzhong praised, I, the Yamato nation, will definitely be brave and good at fighting." Hearing this, Na Shan Dao put his hand on his chest and said in a fierce voice.

Looking for prestige, what greeted him was a man of medium height and thin figure, looking about thirty years old, with a vague excitement between his eyebrows, looking tired, but his eyes were full of blood, and his voice was a little low, but he was extremely confident.

"Yamashima, I'll take them in to have a look, and you go and prepare." Mr. Yamanaka said.

“よし。 (Hi)"

After a while, the two of them were escorted in, without words, without explanation, they understood the meaning of the number outside.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and the ground was full of hunger.

Suddenly, Wang Hu was stunned and fell to the ground, his lips trembled involuntarily, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, still so indifferent, only a hint of a smile hung on the corner of his lips, which seemed unfathomable and chilling.

"Like it? The smell, the hue, look at the splash of blood, it's a work of art. Mr. Yamanaka looked at the scene in front of him, his emotions were extremely excited, and he excitedly introduced to Jiang Zheng and the others.

"Half a year, no...... No, no, in three months, I will use a whole city to shape a great work of art, Jiang Sang, join me, take your people. In the boundless exaggerated words in the mountains, there was a trace of self-satisfaction that was difficult to hide, and there was no lack of malice that wantonly ridiculed everyone.

Mr. Yamanaka's purpose for coming to Fengyang is only one from beginning to end.

Approach, win over an ally who really has real power in his hands and soldiers in his hands.

As for Li Shanchang's verbal promises, he never took them seriously.

In his eyes in the mountains, Li Shanchang is just a nobleman who has lost his power and power.

Since the establishment of the Northern Dynasty of Japan, he waited for the remnants of the old party and was driven out by Ashikaga Yoshimitsu.

Since then, he has also been well aware of the importance of military power.

"Mr. Yamanaka, I have something to say." Jiang Xuan followed the words and said almost flatteringly.

But the flattering eyes looked straight at Wang Hu.

Although Wang Hu didn't understand it, he also knew that Jiang Zhen must have a plan, and he cooperated with it.

Hearing this, Yamanaka suddenly smiled, "It's still Jiang ...... Commanders, understand the overall situation, and know how to be flexible. ”

"Come closer, Mr. Yamanaka, it's your secret to me." Jiang Zhen still said with a smile.

However, although the mountains are close, they are still vigilant.

Seeing that Shanzhong was reluctant to move forward, Jiang Zhen didn't force it, cleared his throat, and pretended to say mysteriously, "Shanzhong, I'll grass your mother." ”

Jiang Xuan said with a slight accent and meaningfully, and Yamazhong didn't understand it for a while.

Hurriedly turned around, looked at the dog (lackey) on the side, and motioned for him to translate.

The man on the side was hesitant, waving his hands again and again, not daring to speak.

"Say." Yamanaka directly slapped him and reprimanded him angrily.

He ...... He's ...... Greetings to your mother. Others had to explain euphemistically.

Hearing the translation of others, Mr. Yamanaka was stunned, he had never seen such a "polite" enemy, paused, and continued,

"Jiang Sang, also say hello to your mother on my behalf, the Ming Dynasty is really a state of etiquette, and I have been taught."

In Shanzhong's view, this is just Jiang Zheng's euphemistic acceptance.

After all, the people of the Ming Dynasty didn't just talk about humility and euphemism, which was consistent with their Yamato nation. (Yamanaka personally thinks that it has nothing to do with the author)

Seeing this, the person on the other side was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Jiang Xuan.

"This sentence is also the quintessence of our nation and the traditional language and culture of our nation." Jiang Xuan spoke very quickly, without thinking, and preemptively said before the others.

"Generally speaking, the highest respect has been expressed to foreign friends." Seeing that the man was choked and speechless, Jiang Zhen continued to make up for it.

The mountain heard it clearly, and bowed to Jiang Xuan.

If Jiang Zhen knew that he had to wait for a good life to live a good life, I am afraid that he would have to increase his efforts.

PS: Japan's highest etiquette, seppuku suicide. (Unverified)