Zhao Fengxian thought for a moment, lowered his head and said, "I will go to the camp now and choose a good player in the army for the generals."

Li Buzhuo walked out of the barracks with his hands behind his back: "No need, take me to the barracks."

Zhao Fengxian hesitated for a moment and followed closely.

The camp building was a martial arts field. In the field, the soldiers were practicing firearms, swords, and occasionally there were organic beasts. After walking hundreds of steps east, there was a barrack decorated with black paint. Noisy cries came from inside, and laughter was simplified. The sound of drinking was mixed with dominoes. Li Buzhuo could vaguely smell the smell of alcohol and sweat.

Zhao Fengxian's face turned dark.

The Shenzha Army had no responsibility for the county soldiers to inspect and public security, nor the pressure of the border soldiers in the war, and was treated with high salaries. Naturally, they tried every means to have fun when they were idle. Even Zhao Fengxian himself was hiding a sweetheart in the golden house in the barracks. But he was hitting thousands of adults to inspect. These people were making trouble. Didn’t they send people to inform them in advance? Why did they still have such a big stir? Fortunately, they didn’t do anything more ridiculous. At least no one was proclaiming lust in daylight and brought the military prostitutes into the barracks.

Zhao Fengxian hurriedly knelt down to Li Buzhuo and apologized: "Soldiers are not in a proper way, it's okay to discipline them the last general. Please ask the Thousand Houses to reduce the punishment!"

Li Buzhuo waved his hand: "It's okay, when I was at the border, the soldiers were in danger of protection, and they also used wine and sex to relieve the pressure. I came to choose my personal soldiers, not to punish me, you can get up."

"Mr. Xie Qianhu."

Zhao Fengxian stood up and brushed away the mud and dust from the hem of the armor. Li Buzhuo had already walked towards the barracks and said as he walked, "Get in with me, don't make a sound."

The soldiers in the barracks obviously did not notice the approaching of the two. There were some gold baht piled on the table in the barracks, and the two soldiers were throwing pots. The Qi Refiners' control over physical strength was far beyond ordinary people. The game of throwing pots was naturally improved. The thin-necked green glaze pot in the room was only the size of a finger, and it could only hold an arrow. From the outside, I didn't know how many arrows were contained in the pot's belly.

At this time, a young man with thick eyebrows and broad face and dark skin was holding an arrow, and another soldier on the other side was holding an arrow. The two of them stared at the mouth of the pot. Seeing that the two of them threw arrows at the same time, the bottle could only hold an arrow. It was obvious that the winner was determined by whose arrow could enter the pot.

There was someone next to him who shot a copper cup on the table, and the two of them threw arrows at the same time. The arrow thrown by the black-faced young man became even faster. Seeing that the arrow had already entered the mouth of the pot, the arrow hit the mouth of the pot directly. With a bang, the mouth of the pot broke and the porcelain pieces splashed.

The black-faced young man looked down and looked at another sergeant who threw a pot. The sergeant smiled and said, "Han Yuanwu, you lost again. This money belongs to us."

After the mouth of the pot was broken, seven arrows in the belly of the pot were exposed. Three of the tail feathers were red by cinnabar, and four of them were white. It was obvious that the red feather arrow belonged to the Korean Won Wu side. The soldier threw the pot and started to break the mouth of the pot, and did not intend to compete with the Korean Won Wu.

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, several people went to pick up the gold baht. Han Yuanwu frowned and took an arrow from the quiver beside him. With a wave of his hand, the arrow was nailed between a person's fingers.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The soldier who threw a pot with Han Yuanwu sneered: "I feel that I dare not admit defeat by betting. That's all the demeanor? Well, it's said that Han Yuanwu is unruly, but today I'm playing with my temper, which touches the bad intentions you shouldn't have touched!"

Yuan Wu said coldly: "If you compete in a straight face, I have no complaints, but if you use some tricks, are you bullying me and not daring to hurt you?"

The atmosphere in the barracks was tense, attracting many people to watch. Several soldiers saw Zhao Fengxian outside the house and saluted them, but they did not recognize Li Buzhuo in casual clothes. Zhao Fengxian looked at Li Buzhuo, and Li Buzhuo shook his head, signaled that Zhao Fengxian would not reveal his identity, and looked at the house and asked, "What is the origin of Han Yuanwu?"

Li Buzhuo watched for a while, looked at the eyes and discussions of others, and could see that Han Yuanwu seemed to be excluded by others, so someone would be blatantly provoking. But just now, Han Yuanwu's skills were not the same as the harmony of the Great Zhoutian, at least he had cultivated his body and spirit. He was more than enough to be a small flag. How could he be a sergeant in the Shenzha Army?

Zhao Fengxian saw that Li Buzhuo was moved and hurriedly said, "This man is called Han Yuanwu, a successor to the military family. However, his ancestors almost died in the war more than 20 years ago, leaving him alone, so he has some family traditions, but no family support. Moreover, this man is very respectful and unruly, and often fights with others. If an adult wants to choose a personal soldier, his subordinates think that this man is not a good candidate."

Li Buzhuo frowned and said, "If his ancestors had made contributions, how could he have fallen to such a point?"

Zhao Fengxian said: "This ancestor was the war for the old dynasty. The overall situation was set before he joined the Heavenly Palace. Han Yuanwu was not promoted for a long time. Apart from his unruly, there was also this kind of cause and effect. Moreover, it was because his ancestors fought for Daxia and killed our Heavenly Palace soldiers, and now the soldiers in the camp were a little excluded from Han Yuanwu."

Li Buzhuo nodded thoughtfully. If he did not consider the past of Han Yuanwu's ancestor, his current situation would be the most suitable person to be a personal soldier. Since he was excluded, he would have no background to deal with it. His situation was worrying. If he promoted him at this time, it would be a timely help and make him loyal to him.

While Li Buzhuo was thinking, the confrontation in the barracks became more and more intense, as if he was about to join hands immediately. Han Yuanwu's eyes became colder, but suddenly he glanced out. When he saw Zhao Fengxian, he found that Zhao Fengxian seemed to be vaguely respecting Li Buzhuo. He was stunned and quickly suppressed the anger in his eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared to stop.

But Li Buzhuo nodded to him and raised his chin slightly at the person confronting Han Won-wu.

Apart from this, Li Buzhuo did not move any other things. However, Han Yuanwu glanced at Zhao Fengxian again, then turned around suddenly, thrusting his palm on the face of the sergeant opposite, and a loud bang, loud and crisp.

The soldier unexpectedly, Han Yuanwu really dared to attack in the army. His eyes were so bloody that he pounced on him, and his sides immediately trembled.

Han Yuanwu is the commander of the sergeant. His five subordinates were obviously stronger than the opponent. They could easily win after only a few rounds. Han Yuanwu and the commander of the opponent took a lot of time, and it was only within ten moves. He pressed the opponent to the ground and spat.

"Han Yuanwu, you are so brave!" In the crowd, the flag wearing black armor was scolding loudly, "I dare to take action in the army, and I should deal with it immediately!"

However, Han Yuanwu glanced at him coldly, turned his eyes to Li Buzhuo and Zhao Fengxian who were approaching. Without waiting for Li Buzhuo to speak, he knelt on one knee and said, "Mr. Xie Qianhu is justice."

Li Buzhuo smiled and said, "I just nodded, and you really dare to do it. Oh? You know I am Qianhu. At that glance just now, you recognized who I am?"

Han Yuanwu nodded and said, "If you can make Lord Zhao be the last one, just a few people. I have heard of the recent news that Lord Qianhu took office, and it is not difficult to guess."

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Chapter completed!