It was still late at night, and the moonlight was like water, pouring on the earth, with a few traces of paleness in the cold.

In the Yangwu camp, a team of strong and powerful guards were wearing heavy armor and holding weapons. Under the illumination of bright lanterns on all sides, they inspected the camp as usual, with their steps firmly, their momentum was loud and they had no laziness, in order to prevent any evildoers from sneaking in and stealing secrets.

If there is a top-down panoramic view, you can find that under the arrangement of Meng Zhao, Linghu Rui, Dou Xi and others, patrol personnel were installed in all parts of the camp, and the shift change time was accurately calculated to ensure seamless connection, so that the defense system of the entire Yangwu Military Camp is very outstanding.

In the central army's tent, Meng Zhao held a volume of military books in his hand, sat upright behind the desk, read carefully, and was very devoted.

He was wearing a black brocade dress and a fiery red jacket. The fur was smooth on it. It was made of some kind of ferocious beast's fur. He looked majestic and noble.

Meng Zhao has never slacked off when it comes to studying such things. Not to mention the chicken soup literature flying all over the streets in his previous life, it became a joke on the Internet, which made him unforgettable.

In today's world and in this era, Meng Zhao is also diligent in learning new knowledge and skills in order to climb up, protect himself, and strengthen himself, so as to broaden his horizons and consolidate his foundation.

Martial arts are indeed fundamental, but not all martial arts are useless. There is no way to have a world, but they are all fighting and killing. They are trapped in war every day, which is too boring.

Therefore, Meng Zhao sometimes plays Go and learns flower arrangements. Occasionally, he learns to play with a few men who are proficient in musical instruments. Although it is a playful nature, it is also a kind of relaxation.

Among them, learning military tactics is the one that Meng Zhao valued the most in addition to martial arts.

Because this is still a very valuable knowledge and skill, which can be compared with martial arts to some extent.

With the support of the military formation, it is not impossible for him to rebel against the Grandmaster now, but it is definitely a high-level force.

When Zhou Hu came to visit, his expression was very relaxed, and the bearded man on his face was taken care of very neatly and neatly. Meng Zhao knew that the matter had been done.

After a few questions, no accident happened. Everything went very smoothly, even too smoothly.

There were three expected plans he had prepared before, all of which were targeted at emergencies, so he had no chance to unfold, so he asked Zhou Hu to bring Wang Xu, the leader of the Jingshan thief, into the big tent, and he wanted to interrogate himself.

As for the other Jingshan thieves, Meng Zhao asked Dou Xi and Gao Yue to deal with each other. They were both scholars and had a lot of thoughts. Compared to Gao Yue, they were quite honest, and Dou Xi had even better methods.

With Meng Zhao laying so much groundwork, if he still can't ask any useful information, he can only say that Dou Xixu has his own example and can get out of here.

Soon, Zhou Hu brought Wang Xu, who was still unable to move, to the big tent.

Because Wang Xu is unable to move now, he is as stiff as a stone, Zhou Hu pulled his clothes in.

He would not be so gentle to Wang Xu. He threw it on the ground with a thud. After saluting respectfully, he quit the tent with tactfully, but did not stay away, but acted as a temporary guard in front of him.

Seeing the bearded man walking out of the camp, he put down the curtain.

Meng Zhao put down the military book in his hand, tapped the desk gently with his fingers, making a dull but clear sound.

Dong!

A strange wave spread, and an invisible force brushed past Wang Xu who was lying on the ground.

In an instant, a terrifying force in his body was dissipated into the air.

Wang Xu's skin, which seemed like a tattoo, disappeared like a tide and no longer had any restraint.

Wang Xu came back to his senses and jumped up from the ground with a sudden sense of emotion. Then he saw Meng Zhao who had deep meaning and looked at him with a mysterious smile.

It is not scary or terrifying, but it has a kind of cheerfulness and vitality with a heroic look.

However, Wang Xu's reaction was unusually excited.

Tick, tick, on his broad and plump forehead, sweat gathered into beads, and fell along Wang Xu's face and chin, onto his dirty and oily clothes.

The thick lips trembled and the eyes were weak. A pair of powerful palms that could have fought against the lion and tiger were hung at a loss on both sides of the body, and their thighs were faintly floating, and they looked very weak.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Meng Zhao smiled slightly and said actively, as if very kind, and he was indeed a little surprised.

He has never seen him before. Similarly, he has never seen him. When he deliberately restrains his breath, the other party has such a big reaction, so he can only say that he is very smart.

Wang Xu tightened his body and his feet became weak. He almost knelt in front of Meng Zhao. Fortunately, he had a sense of arrogance in his heart, and he was not so cordial. He forced a smile and said,

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, the sacred posture of a general is like an immortal god in the world. There are not many people who have compared it to me in ancient times.

How can you not be afraid of being a villain or a common man suddenly sees you like a god?"

Well, I'm always licking the dog. When I came up and flattered Meng Zhao, I wanted to lie in front of Meng Zhao and lick the soles of his shoes.

If the brothers from the Jingshan thieves saw it, they would be a sarcasm.

He was once a big boss, but he was a character. Now he is so humble, isn’t the contrast strong?

But Wang Xu also has his own considerations.

He may not know much about others, but he knows very well how powerful he is.

The martial arts cultivation of practicing Qi to become a Gang, with extremely rich and superior fighting experience, and keen control ability of fighter jets, is definitely the first-class master in the innate world.

Using horizontal comparison, if compared with Meng Zhao's younger brother Niu Dali, it may be a little weaker, and it will not be much weaker.

Although there are many people like him in Dayong, they are definitely not even cats and dogs that can ride on their heads.

You can roar proudly anywhere and make some noise.

But even if a strong man like himself is played with in his hands, how could he not be afraid?

He knew better that he was captured and had nothing to do with the bearded man. If the two of them really attacked, they would not be able to tell the outcome without dozens of moves.

Therefore, the one who really takes action is the one who shoots the Buddha's palm, most of the young man in front of him.

If he can defeat him with one move, he will shy away the truth. Isn’t that asking for death?

Furthermore, he also vaguely guessed Meng Zhao's identity.

That's right, Wang Xu was controlled by Meng Zhao's means before, his true qi was sealed and his qi and blood were sealed, and he seemed like a living dead person, but after all, he was not a real living dead person. He had perceptions of the outside world and could hear what people outside said.

Based on what I heard before, and combined with what I see now.
Chapter completed!