The Reborn Lao Tzu Is the Emperor

Chapter 900 Harvesting by Hand ([-])

Although what Wang Ziqian said was reasonable and seemingly flawless, naturally Liu Hongyi and others would not just believe him completely.

Unless it is to capture the fifteen masters who broke the military academy, otherwise, Wang Ziqian is just talking empty teeth, and has not brought any substantive benefits to the Song army at all.

Wang Ziqian had just left the tent not far away, and two shadow hall priests quietly followed him.

Wang Ziqian didn't know if he found these two offerings, but his expression remained calm.

He returns to the tent.

Seeing him coming back, Elder Pan and others from Pojun Academy stood up.

A swordsman went outside to watch.

Elder Pan asked: "General Wang, can you find out where the Song army's arsenal is?"

Wang Zigan nodded with a chuckle and said, "I've found out, it's in the fourth to eighth tents on the right side of their tent. Let's do it at noon."

Elder Pan wondered, "Why wait until noon?"

Wang Ziqian said: "At this moment, the Song army is closely guarded, and it is inconvenient for us to move around. It will be more convenient for us to take action when they have lunch at noon."

Elder Pan and the others had expressions of understanding on their faces.

Even, they didn't go deep into how the prince got the news.

In terms of mind, these swordsmen who sit and practice swords in the Pojun Academy all the year round are really not as many as the prince alone.

In the barracks is still the norm.

There were corpses everywhere on the hillside, and the Song army might be able to clean them up in a short time.

The time quietly approached noon.

There is a smell of food in the camp.

The prince shrugged his nose twice, and said: "The food of the Song army is really good. Heh, it is much better than our army."

It's a pity that these words were just for Niu playing the piano, Elder Pan and others just laughed, and no one answered his words.

The abundant food of the Song army is due to the strong national power of the Song army and the relatively small number of the Song army.How can they know how to be honest.

"Cough cough!"

There was a coughing sound outside the door.

It was the swordsman who was on guard outside.

Everyone in the tent had a slightly stern look on their faces.

Then several soldiers came into the tent, holding wooden buckets in their hands, each containing food and soup, "Folks, it's time to eat."

Elder Pan and the others did not speak.

Several soldiers put the barrels in the tent and went out again.

The sentry swordsman walked into the tent.

Prince Gan Youzai got up, walked to these wooden barrels, and said with a smile: "Horse broth, mashed potatoes, horse ribs, hey, they are really good."

Then he picked up the rice bowl to put the rice on his own, and when he turned his head to look at Elder Pan and the others, his expression became serious, "Everyone, we are ready to start after eating."

But Elder Pan shook his head, "I'm not hungry, so I won't eat."

And if he didn't eat, the rest of the swordsmen of the Pojun Academy didn't show anything.

Wang Zigan frowned slightly, and said: "Elder Pan, people are like iron, and food is like steel. How can you do it if you don't eat?"

Elder Pan smiled and said: "We are all masters above the Shangyuan Realm, so if we don't eat this meal, what's the big deal?"

Wang Ziqian pondered and said: "But you will have to face those real martial arts masters in the Song camp later. It must be a hard fight. If you have an empty stomach when you fight..."

He scooped up the dishes in each of the wooden barrels by himself, and started to eat, still muttering: "Hey, the cooks in the Song Army are really good. I'm afraid they can open an inn by themselves."

The only sound in the tent was the sound of him feasting.

As far as his eating appearance is concerned, it is quite different from his gentle appearance.

Seeing him like this, some swordsmen couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

It is true that a master with a high level of cultivation can endure hunger far more than ordinary people, but it is always uncomfortable to have an empty stomach.

A swordsman walked up to the barrel and said, "Then I'll eat some too."

Immediately, several swordsmen stood up again.

The taste of these meals is naturally really good.

"If you have an empty stomach, it's really not good for you to fight those masters of the Song Dynasty later."

After a while, even Elder Pan stood up.

He didn't eat it before, probably because it was just the food of the Song Army's barracks, and as the elder of the academy, even if he went out with the army, he would always be full of fish and meat.

Now seeing the prince doing them all so deliciously, he was obviously also moved.It was only because of my face that I found such a step for myself.

Wang Zigan didn't know what to say, he just said repeatedly: "Elder Pan's words are very true. This has something to do with our country's military affairs!"

The swordsmen beside them all nodded.

Everyone can see that Elder Pan is looking for a step down for himself, but he is the person with the highest cultivation level among them, so this little step must be given to him.

Seeing everyone like this, Elder Pan naturally didn't have any psychological pressure.

More than a dozen people in the tent started to feast on their rice bowls.

Except for Wang Zigan, no one knows that there are ingredients in these meals.

About ten minutes passed, and everyone ate about the same.Wang Zigan suddenly fell down.

He was lying straight on the desk.

The swordsmen of Pojun Xuegong probably didn't come up at this time, so they hurriedly shook the prince and said, "General Wang! General Wang!"

This is naturally done by the prince who can't wake up.

The expressions of all the swordsmen in the tent changed slightly.

Then, someone shook his head slightly, and said with a slightly flustered expression: "There is medicine in this dish!"

After speaking, he quickly sat cross-legged, trying to use his kung fu to get rid of the medicine.

Elder Pan and the others all changed their expressions.

Then, in just a few tens of seconds, those swordsmen in the Shangyuan Realm felt a little uncomfortable.

This was enough to make them believe that Song Jun had drugged the dishes.

Everyone is sitting cross-legged to heal their injuries.

Although Elder Pan and other true martial arts swordsmen have strong resistance, the medicine has not yet taken effect at this time, but they dare not be negligent.

If not, even if they let the effect of the medicine spread out completely, they would still feel quite headache.

True Martial Realm masters are strong because they have strong internal strength. In terms of physical fitness, they have not yet reached the point where they can break common sense.

"Who!"

Only at this time, there was a sudden movement outside the tent.

Someone lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.

Elder Pan and the others suddenly opened their eyes, and there was a stern look in their eyes.But after seeing these people clearly, he couldn't stop his face from changing drastically.

The people who came were Hong Wutian, Mrs. Xu, Tie Liduan, Jian Shishi and the others.

Elder Pan and the four true martial arts masters have all fought against them, so of course they can recognize them.

Hong Wutian's face was ice-cold, and he just said in a low voice: "Do it!"

He, Mrs. Xu, Tie Liduan, Jian Shishi, Tie Hu, and Lone Wolf, there are six people in total.Either with bare hands or with weapons, they killed everyone in the tent.

There was a Shangyuan Realm swordsman who was very close to the entrance of the tent, and before he had time to stand up, Jian Shisi passed by.

His head was a little dizzy, and he saw a sword light flashing in front of his eyes, and then in the blink of an eye, the world was completely dark.

Heads were thrown.

Hong Wutian opened and closed the eighteen palms of the descending dragon, and two dragon-shaped palms swept across the tent.

The tent shook violently for an instant, then collapsed.

There were two swordsmen in the Shangyuan Realm who were bloody and bloody in their palms.

Mrs. Xu, Tie Liduan and others all achieved something.

With their strength at the True Martial Realm, they would be much, much stronger than these Shangyuan Realm swordsmen.What's more, it was unexpected.

The tent collapsed.

A dozen or so figures soared into the sky.

These swordsmen finally came back to their senses completely.

But after tearing the curtain of the tent with sword energy, their expressions were still flustered.

At this time, they were all poisoned, but they had no time to use their kung fu to resist. At this time, they seemed to be in a state of life and death.

No one was in the mood to fight with Hong Wutian and the others, they were only about to rush out of the barracks in a hurry.

It's a pity that at the moment the tent collapsed, behind the tent not far from the side, there were already many soldiers of the Song Dynasty showing their figures holding Shenlong guns.

"Set fire!"

Only such shouts were heard.

In an instant, an unknown number of bullets were shot at these swordsmen who had just jumped out of the Pojun Academy.

A swordsman was shot, his figure stopped in the air, and then fell downward.

Hong Wutian and the others tore apart the curtains of the tent, but they did not lift them up, they just looked up at this moment.

There were screams in the air.

Five True Martial Realms and ten Shangyuan Realms.Such a combination should have the strength to face tens of thousands of troops with ease, but at this moment, they are reduced to lambs.

It's not just that they are all drugged, more importantly, they are facing the special forces of the Song Dynasty, and they are facing the Shenlong Gun.

Of course, the most important thing is that they are not prepared at all.Sweeping into the air in a hurry, this is no different from seeking death.

When two waves of gunfire fell, only four swordsmen hurriedly landed.

(End of this chapter)