Meng Fusheng stood beside Zi Tong, feeling the oncoming night wind and looking down at the lights in the sky below him, with unconcealed curiosity on his face.
"Zi Family Army, when did you form such a team?"
In the Zi clan, apart from the family law enforcement team, there has never been a formal armed army. Now that Zi Tong suddenly has a Zi family army, Meng Fusheng is naturally curious.
"It started when Zi Tu went to order fine armor from you!" Zi Tong smiled.
Meng Fusheng was stunned. It had only been nine days since Zi Tu ordered fine armor from him. In nine days, she had formed an army?!
After a while, the snack vendor had already carried the two of them to the valley behind Zijia Medicine Valley.
Although Zi Tong has ordered to disband, her Zi family troops have started training on their own after a simple dinner.
Zi Tong pulled Meng Fusheng down on the mountainside and raised her chin towards the valley.
"Look, this is my Zi Family Army!"
Meng Fusheng looked at the young people at the bottom of the mountain who were training intensively in the night, with astonishment in his eyes.
It may not be impossible for Jiutian to form an army of five thousand men. With the heavy reward, there must be brave men, plus the prestige of the Zi family.
However, the young man in front of him had a steely expression on his face, and he felt as if he had been baptized by a real war. He looked completely like a real army, even better than what he had seen in the Cheng Zhen Army.
Those ragtag armies that were idle all day long needed to be well trained.
"Send the order, everyone assemble!"
Zi Tong spoke lightly, and as Zi Tu fell behind the two men, he immediately took out a short iron flute from his sleeve and blew it.
After the rapid and rhythmic sound of the flute spread, the Zi family troops who were training in the valley immediately took action and quickly lined up to assemble.
There are almost no other noisy sounds among them.
No one was talking, no one was looking around, no one was at a loss... everyone quickly stood up and lined up.
Zi Tong and Meng Fusheng walked slowly to the valley and stared at the people in front of them.
"Let me introduce to you, the person standing next to me is Meng Fusheng, the young master of the Meng family. I think this name is familiar to you all!" Zi Tong paused for a moment, "Today, young master Meng is here just to come.
I’m here to give you armor!”
The name Meng Fusheng has already become famous after the previous battle at the Royal Summit. These young people in Zi Yao City have naturally heard of this name. They heard that their armors actually come from the Meng Family, a well-known weapon refining family in Beizhou Continent.
Everyone is excited about the handwriting.
Purple Eyes raised her hand, silver light flashed, and the wooden boxes containing the armors in the Star-Gathering Bracelet immediately appeared on the grass, piled up like a hill.
The young people all looked at those wooden boxes with their eyes shining, but no one took any action without permission.
"Now, come and get your armor!"
Until Zi Tong gave the order, several squadron captains rushed forward, and then each team lined up to come forward in order to receive their armor.
After putting on their respective clothes and armor, the young people still lined up in the same queue, but they couldn't hold back their excitement. They stood there one by one, looking at themselves and their companions, and many even drew their swords out of their sheaths.
Admiring the sharp blade.
Zi Tong looked at them and just smiled lightly.
"How did you do it?!" Meng Fusheng asked curiously.