lethal arsenal

Chapter 65 Calculation
"Please also tell the commander, I have indeed reached my limit, and if I continue to fight, I will be ashamed and exposed."

Lin Dong cupped his fists and said.

The herald took a deep look at Lin Dong and said, "No, please wait a moment."

Lin Dong picked up the one-legged bronze spear and the armor-piercing three-pointed spear respectively, and walked down the ring step by step.

The soldiers around looked at me and I looked at you, but someone wanted to go up to help him, but he was afraid of offending his boss. After all, this man in front of him was a ruthless man, a ruthless man who picked off most of the Linhuai army's plate.

Lin Dong gently put the three-pointed spear aside, and carefully played with the one-legged bronze spear.

Holding the pole in his hand, unlike before, he could only feel the cold metal texture, but now, as if there was warmth, he could even feel a sense of obedience from the big lance.

With two spears casually in hand, he looks much more presentable than before.

Being in the crowd, there was a lot of chatter around him for a while, and the sound of close conversations seemed to have dropped a lot. He felt the connection between the flesh and blood, the touch and the cold weapon, and slowly established. If he went to fight now... Well, Lin Dong is actually sure...

"Brother, you played well."

Wu Youwei came to Lin Dong's side at some point.

This person looked like a heartless master, he patted Lin Dong's shoulder enthusiastically from the side.

"Your wine gourd."

Lin Dong conveniently untied the gourd on his waist and handed it over.

Wu Youwei grabbed it, opened the lid, and took a few gulps. After a while, he said slowly, "I finally came back to life. Your bump just now almost knocked out my heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidney."

His face turned from white to red to blue, and finally to white again. He turned his head to one side, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

It looked as if he had suffered a horrific internal injury, but in fact Lin Dong knew that this guy was a shit.

Although he didn't know exactly what kind of skill the other party was practicing, Lin Dong could guess something from that uniform strength. Moreover, if this General Wu was seriously injured, he wouldn't come over with a smile on his face and hook his shoulders.

Wu Youwei had a square face, but upon closer inspection his face was actually quite fair, and he also had a strong heroic spirit on his body.

In addition, there are so many people who are similar to me.

Probably this is congenial.

"General, I see that you are alive and kicking, and there is nothing wrong with you."

Lin Dong laughed and said.

"You know what, I'm suffering from an internal injury. By the way, I came here specially to let you know that your brother named Luo has probably passed through Shucheng by now. You don't have to worry about Ma Xinyi's affairs, the message is already on its way back."

Wu Youwei said something in a low voice.

"This is what you can know, military secrets, Yuan Sanjia didn't have any clues?"

Lin Dong frowned. Of course, he didn't say this, but kept it in his heart. However, Wu Youwei caught the slightest expression and movement.

"Marshal, he is my adoptive father, I know some secrets, it's reasonable."

Wu Youwei saw through Lin Dong's thoughts at a glance, and explained slowly.

"Oh."

Lin Dong responded indifferently.

……

the other side.

"Let me just say, this kid is sensible, knowing how to advance and retreat, and knowing honor and disgrace."

A pair of iron bladders collided with each other, making a bang bang sound, and the other hand held a brushed copper-nickel hookah inlaid with the word Wanfu. The smoke was strong, but Yuan Sanjia still had to peck from time to time.

Yuan Sanjia didn't smoke hookah in his early years, it was too powerful, so he mainly learned it from Zeng Guofan.

He used to be the servant of the Ministry of Rites, and he studied under Zeng's family before he went to Bei Nian. Of course, this study is not about practicing the rituals of disciples, but like Zuo Gong, he is all about observing and participating in politics.

He used to like to play chess and smoke, and when he was free, he would sit with Yuan Sanjia all night.

Then, Yuan also contracted this problem.

Yuan had also quit smoking a few times, but when the four heavenly kings of the Nian Army gathered together, the daily pressure was too great. After picking up the hookah, he never put it down again. Now, he can't put it down at all.

"Marshal, really according to what he said, mobilize most of the soldiers and horses with him?"

Beside Yuan Sanjia, the garrison wearing the Tiger-headed Beast Gauntlet asked in a low voice, his tone still a bit unwilling.

"Why, Chen Desheng, if you have an opinion, why don't you bring out the charter and listen to it?"

Huh, Yuan Sanjia lightly pecked at the cigarette stick again, and asked casually, exhaling a light white mist from his mouth.

"I don't have much thought about being humble, but I just feel that it's a pity. If what this person said is true, and if that demon god can be used by us, wouldn't it be easy to smash the Taiping Army?"

Chen Desheng rolled his eyes slightly and said.

Yuan Sanjia gently put the hookah aside, glanced at the corner of his eyes, frowned unobtrusively and said, "How can you beat him, or do you have the means to restrain that nagging, devil?"

Yuan Sanjia smiled and asked back.

Chen Desheng didn't realize that he was stepping on the steel wire, but he just threw out his thoughts: "I tell the commander, if we fight face to face, the villain and that kid will fight like hell, but if we fight before the battle, I will kill him off the horse."

Chen Desheng patted his chest without hesitation.

"Well?"

Yuan Sanjia made a suspicious sound on purpose.

He still doesn't know the soldiers in his own hands?

This guy is neat in his work, but his bragging ability is really loud.

"and then?"

Yuan Sanjia asked again.

Cough cough, Chen Desheng straightened his mind and said, "As for that demon god or something, I don't think there is anything to be afraid of. We can ask for a decree to let the big shaman come over. Presumably the five great spirits must have the means to restrain the demon god in the graveyard."

Bang Bang.

Yuan Sanjia picked up the hookah and tapped the end of the pipe on Chen Desheng's Tiger-headed Beast Tun's armguard, causing sparks to fly all over the place: "Please come here, the great shaman. What are you going to get? You will come here after you invite him, and it will take you all the way. It doesn't take much trouble. Besides, even if someone like Huang Daxian really came, he would be able to catch up and win? This is one of them."

"Secondly, Chen Desheng, do you know why this old man was promoted by the saint to fight Zeng Guofan?"

It was only then that Chen Desheng realized that he was not only useless, but had caused trouble, so he knelt down and kowtowed loudly.

"Marshal, this subordinate knows it's wrong."

Humph.

Yuan Sanjia snorted coldly, and continued: "The reason why I was transferred to my current position is because I have brains!"

His voice was light and ethereal, like the smoke from his mouth.

But when it fell, it hit Chen Desheng's heart hard like a heavy hammer.

dong dong dong.

Chen Desheng knocked his head three or four times in a row.

"Finally, old man, I want to remind you - Chen Desheng, you bastard, don't forget your roots, you are a fucking Han, and most of our Linhuai army are Han troops..."

"The old man prides himself, it's not a good thing, but this kind of thing that is handed over to the Hunan army is absolutely unacceptable. If you dare to speak indiscriminately next time, the old man will have to pull out your fifth-rank skin, understand?"

Yuan Sanjia shouted sharply.

"promise!"

boom!
Chen Desheng knelt on the ground, knocked his head heavily, and this was the end.

(End of this chapter)