"Drinking alcohol in the army, beating and scolding soldiers?" Lian Po frowned and listened to the reports of his subordinate generals on Jin Yao during this time, this is not like something that a disciple of the Mo family can do.

At first, Lian Po didn't believe it, but even Diao Xun said it, and Lian Po went to see it in person, so he had to believe it.

"A dog raised by Benqing's family can fight better than you!" Seeing Lian Po rushing over with a group of staff generals, Jin Yao turned a blind eye and continued to scold, letting these eight hundred warriors roll in the mud under the scorching sun.

When the eight hundred warriors saw Lian Po bringing people here, they also seemed to see hope, and put down the log on their bodies.

"Who told you to put it down!" Jin Yao's backhand was a whip towards the nearest warrior.

"Presumptuous!" Lian Po couldn't help it, and directly grabbed the long whip that flew out with one hand.

"Is the general trying to prevent Ben Qing from teaching his subordinates?" Jin Yao looked at Lian Po coldly and asked.

"This is General Ben's command!" Lian Po said angrily.

"You're going to kill them!" Jin Yao looked at Lian Po and said lightly.

"It's better to die on the battlefield than to die at your hands!" Lian Po was angry.

He couldn't have imagined that in less than a few months, a young man who was regarded as a god-sent talent by Zhao Guo would actually become a nobleman.

"The general loves the people like sons, let them go to death!" Jin Yao turned around and left, leaving the barracks.

Lian Po frowned, looked at the scarred eight hundred warriors, and looked at the departing Jin Yao with regret.

"What the hell do you want to do?" King Zhao Xiaocheng had also heard of it, but he knew very well that Jin Yao was not that kind of gentleman.

"Wei Wushu!" Jin Yao faced King Zhao Xiaocheng's questioning, and only said three words lightly.

When he came back, he asked for a royal order from King Zhao Xiaocheng, and Lian Po was not allowed to interfere in his training again.

King Zhao Xiaocheng looked at Jin Yao and was suddenly stunned, the Wei Wushu of the Wei State lost his training method after the death of Jin Yao, and now the remaining Wei Wushu is only a remnant of the past.

"Do you have Wei Wushu's training method?" King Zhao Xiaocheng asked expectantly.

Winning more with less is the glory of Wei Wushu, Qin Wei Yin Jin War, Wu Qi defeated 500,000 Qin troops with 50,000 Wei Wushu, defeated Qin State in World War I, and established the hegemony of Wei State.

Since then, Wei Wushu has always been known as the strongest soldier in the world, until the appearance of Bai Qi, the Battle of Yique, 240,000 Wei troops were killed, Wei Wushu was killed and wounded, the glory of Wei Wushu was shattered, and Qin Ruishi stepped onto the stage of history.

Jin Yao didn't answer, but King Zhao Xiaocheng understood.

After Jin Yao was Jin Yao, it was not surprising that he had mastered the training method of Wei Wushu.

"Tiger Talisman, you take it back!" King Zhao Xiaocheng handed the tiger talisman to Jin Yao, which meant that even Lian Po was not qualified to interfere in Jin Yao's training from now on.

Jin Yao, who returned to the barracks with the tiger talisman, threw the tiger talisman in front of Lian Po, turned around and left.

"You!" Lian Po was furious and wanted to cut this kid down.

However, a black and white silk robe appeared beside Jin Yao, blocking a sword sent out by Lian Po angrily.

"God Killer Swordsman!" Lian Po looked at the Mo family disciples who followed Jin Yao back, and became even more angry.

He didn't understand how Jin Yao asked King Zhao for the tiger talisman, and he didn't understand why the Mo family sent the Divine Swordsman to protect Jin Yao.

He only knew that now he couldn't move Jin Yao.

"The entire army is under the command of the general, which is not a good thing for the general, and the general doesn't want to see the Changping defeat happen again, so be quiet!" Jin Yao didn't reply, and after saying a word, he brought the eight hundred warriors who were taken away by Lian Po back to the barracks.

"You're happy? Thankfully? Think you can protect you with Lianpo? Jin Yao looked coldly at the eight hundred warriors who were like frosted eggplants and mocked.

"From today, double your training!" Jin Yao looked at the ten god-killing swordsmen invited by the Mo family around him and said, "If there are those who don't follow, kill them directly!" ”。

The ten god-killing swordsmen nodded without saying a word, and the eyes under the mask looked coldly at the eight hundred warriors.

Eight hundred warriors dare not speak out, even the general has no choice but to take this young man, what else can they do?

"Do you really have Wei Wushu's training method?" A moment ago, Jin Yao went to see the scene when the six-fingered black man borrowed ten god-killing swordsmen.

"Nope!" Jin Yao decisively admitted.

"So you're lying to King Zhao?" The six-fingered black man was frightened, the crime of bullying.

"At that time, I had the method of practicing the golden body of the armor gate!" Jin Yao said calmly.

"Okay!" The six-fingered black man understood that Wei Wushu's training method was a secret, except for Wu Qi, only the previous Wei Wushu generals knew, but Jin Con was suddenly killed, and Wei Wushu's training method was not handed down.

But the armor gate's horizontal training golden body is indeed a battlefield killing weapon, and it is better to have something than nothing.

Jin Yao is also the master of ink debate, and it is understandable to send ten god-killing swordsmen to protect him.

The news of Jin Yao's invitation to Wang Ling also spread in the army, and all the soldiers dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, but they could only sympathize with the eight hundred warriors who were trained by inhuman.

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However, the war was brutal, the army of the border pass of the Zhao State was outnumbered after all, Yangcheng fell, and the main force of the Yan army entered the territory of the Zhao State in an all-round way, heading straight towards HD.

"Yangcheng fell, more than half of the five thousand Mo family disciples were killed and wounded, two of the four major commanders were killed in battle, and one was seriously injured." The six-fingered black man looked at Jin Yao and said.

Yangcheng is the border pass between Zhao and Yan, once Yangcheng falls, the Yan army can drive straight into the hinterland of Zhao State, and there is no danger to defend!

However, the defenders of Yangcheng were too few, less than 50,000 people stubbornly carried the 400,000 Yan army for nearly three months.

"Is it really worth it?" Jin Yao looked at the six-fingered black man.

More than half of the 5,000 disciples were killed or wounded, and the four major commanders also lost two and seriously injured one.

"The vicissitudes of life, only the Mo family's oath and faith will not change!" The six-fingered black man said heavily.

Non-attack is the belief of the Mo family, once the faith is lost, the Mo family will cease to exist!

"Let the disciples withdraw!" Jin Yao sighed, what the Mo family could do had already been done, and the rest was Zhao Guo's own business.

"Are you really sure?" The six-fingered black man looked at Jin Yao, but what he said was Jin Yao and Lian Po.

"If nothing happens, the Yan army will be defeated!" Jin Yao nodded seriously.

The strategic depth of Zhao is too long, and the bloody nature of Zhao is incomparable, from Yangcheng to HD, the Yan army's labor expedition, coupled with arrogance, will inevitably slacken.

The rout army retreated to HD, and the entire Zhao Kingdom fell into negativity again, everyone was looking at Jin Yao, and what about the incompetence of the Yan generals who said good? Now that Yangcheng has fallen, the Yan army has driven straight in, and the entire east of Zhao has fallen into the hands of Yan State.

"Please cook Qing Yao!" The retainers were furious, and they needed someone to deflect their anger and fear of defeat.

Please cook Qing Yao's voice spread from the court to the four fields of Zhao State.

"See, that's what we're insisting!" Above the court, Jin Yao whispered to the six-fingered black man.

The six-fingered black man also looked at the ministers of Zhao Guo with disappointment, Yangcheng had just fallen, more than half of the Mo family disciples had been lost, and two commanders had died, and as a result, this group of people was about to kill the master of the vein above their Mo family leaders.

"Order, all the disciples of the Mo family, withdraw to the Mo family headquarters!" The six-fingered black man finally issued a huge order and left the palace of King Zhao.