"The last general takes command!"

Chen Ze reached out and pulled, and a silvery white light entered Li Quan'an's body.

General Star, Wu Anguo!

Since getting the new generals, Chen Ze has never found a chance to try them out. At this time, he just happened to practice his skills with these stars.

Li Quan'an, the coward in everyone's eyes, suddenly changed his attitude.

His body stood straight, and after bowing his hands to Chen Ze, he walked into the camp with a solemn expression.

Every step you take is so heavy that in the eyes of others, it looks like a moving mountain.

His change shocked everyone present. Even the fat shopkeeper who was about to yell and stop him stopped temporarily and looked at Li Quanan and the calm Chen Ze curiously.

However, even though Li Quan'an's change was strange, who among the people in this camp was not used to big scenes?

After the initial shock, Meng Yang yelled, "Who the hell are you scaring?"

With a shout, a palm as big as a cattail fan was about to hit Li Quan'an's face as he approached.

"Wait a moment!"

But at this moment, Li Quan'an shouted in a deep voice.

"Yo? Are you scared now?"

Meng Yang's palm was fixed in the air, his eyes showed strong disdain, and he said in a low voice: "I thought you were a nobody, but it turned out to be just like this."

Li Quan'an ignored him, glanced around coldly, and then said something that made the whole audience angry.

"One is too few, I'll hit ten!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ze covered his forehead with his hands, his face full of laughter and tears.

This Wu Anguo really has some intellectual problems...

He even doubted whether Jiang Xing had hidden military skills. For example, Wu Anguo had his own taunting skills.

"You old thing, you're looking for death!"

"Wow, yeah, yeah, I'm so angry. Let's get on our shoulders and tear this old guy apart!"

Li Quan'an has been exposed to the weather all year round and looks quite old. Although he is only in his early forties, he can still be called an old guy.

One sentence caused everyone to riot, and everyone was gearing up. Their eyes were red and they wanted to rush towards Li Quan'an.

"Okay, okay, I will help you!"

Meng Yang approached the water tower and was gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, but at this moment...

"Wait!"

Another loud shout shook the whole place.

When everyone saw it, it turned out to be Chen Ze.

"What's wrong with you?"

Meng Yang was speechless. It was true that the whole family did not go through the same door. How could the master and the servant be so stubborn?

Chen Ze walked up to Li Quan'an with a faint smile and said slowly: "If you want to fight my followers, that's no problem, but..."

"But what?"

Meng Yang reprimanded angrily, his chest heaving violently with a suffocation that was about to explode.

"But it can't be in vain, right?"

Chen Ze smiled and said, "There has to be someone to add to the mix, right?"

"You want to bet?"

Meng Yang understood and raised his chin, "What kind of gambling method?"

"This is simple."

Chen Ze smiled slightly and glanced at the angry men at the scene, "If I win, then you people here will be my choice. Before the end of this mission, there must be no disobedience!"

"snort!"

Meng Yang snorted heavily and curled his lips: "Then what if you lose?"

"Lost?"

Chen Ze touched his chin, "I don't think letting you beat me up will relieve my anger?"

"If I lose, I will take off my pants and stand on my head and walk around the barracks. What do you think?"

"Slip... bird?"

Meng Yang opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.

Others present also temporarily suppressed their anger and glanced at Chen Ze's lower body with strange expressions.

Some people couldn't hold back their laughter when they thought of this gentle young man doing a handstand while shaking his head in front of everyone.

Men want to save face.

To be fair, these people here would rather be quartered by five horses than do such a shameful thing.

Sure enough, it was ten times more relieving than beating him severely!

"What do you say?"

Meng Yang looked back at his companion. The other party wanted to fight ten. This was a bet that he could not agree to alone.

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

"Don't even think about it, I'm the only one!"

"It's a bet, it's a bet!"

All of a sudden, there was a flood of applicants, not to mention ten. The twenty or thirty people in the camp were all fighting bravely to be the first, and they almost got into a fight to compete for the ten spots.

"Stop grabbing it!"

Meng Yang roared violently. He still had some prestige in this camp, and the chaotic crowd turned to look at him.

"Guo Zi, Ah Qi, and you, you, you!"

He pointed out nine of them with his fingers and shouted: "There are just ten of us!"

No one objected.

We have been working together for many years, and who doesn’t know whom?

The nine people Meng Yang named, plus himself, were the ten most powerful people in the camp. In order to win the bet, he obviously did not want to give Chen Ze a chance.

"very good."

It was only then that Li Quan'an, who was attached to the general star of Wu'an Kingdom, said coldly, "This looks like it. It's too small inside. Come out with me if you have the guts!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the camp.

"Let me see how arrogant you can be!"

Meng Yang was so angry that his teeth itched, he waved fiercely, and led his nine brothers to follow him out aggressively.

The rest of the crowd followed closely with cheers, but Chen Ze, who was the bet, was left aside, and no one glanced at him.

"Little brother, you're in for a big deal this time."

In an instant, only Chen Ze and the fat shopkeeper were left in the camp. The latter walked up to Chen Ze with a wry smile and sighed deeply.

"Oh? Mr. Xu, how do you say this?"

Chen Ze was not in a hurry to go out and looked at the fat shopkeeper with a carefree face.

"Let me ask you, what is the most important thing when marching and fighting?"

The fat shopkeeper asked instead without answering.

"There is a saying in the art of war that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. Marching and fighting is the most important intelligence."

Chen Ze replied without thinking.

"Yes, you also understand the principle of knowing yourself and your enemy, but why do you..."

The fat shopkeeper shook his head and sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know the identity of this Shura Camp soldier?"

"Please let me know, Mr. Xu."

Chen Ze smiled slightly and said that he was not in a hurry to go out because he wanted to get information about these crimes from the fat shopkeeper.

"these people……"

The fat shopkeeper's eyes flashed with memories, and he said: "They are not from the Qingyang Empire, but from Xuanjia!"

"Xuanjia?"

Chen Ze raised his eyebrows. He had seen these soldiers before, all of them were strong, tough, and powerful. He guessed that they were elite soldiers trained by Mr. Hua in the past. Who would have thought that they were from the Xuanjia Empire?

The Xuanjia Empire ranks last in terms of strength among the four major empires. It has the smallest territory and the poorest resources due to its bitter cold location. However, no one dares to underestimate the Xuanjia Empire.
To be continued...