Yang Haoran was speechless for a while, unable to complain about Ye Feng's judgment.
Although warriors in the late stage of Huajin are nothing in front of him, they are not called chickens or dogs.
Ye Feng was unaware of this and continued: "In terms of overall strength, the Northwest Army is stronger than the Southwest Army.
Just talking about high-end combat power, the Northwest Army has more than ten Huajin Grandmasters, and there are even more Dark Jin warriors that are countless.
If it weren't for this strength, the Southwest Army would not always be angry with them.
Master, your move this time will make us feel proud!"
Yang Haoran suddenly felt a little pressured. The Northwest Army was quite strong!
With such a lineup, if the opponent used hot weapons, Yang Haoran would not be sure to escape unscathed.
Even without using hot weapons, it seems that it is not easy for Yang Haoran to realize what he has boasted about.
"I understand. Go back to the hotel first, and then you can get me a map of the northwest military camp."
Lin Feng readily agreed, completely unaware of Yang Haoran's guilty conscience.
A defense map quickly reached Yang Haoran's hands, and then Yang Haoran frowned tightly.
This is the real three layers inside and three layers out. Not to mention that Liu Shuacheng is now prepared and will definitely replace the defensive soldiers with masters.
Even if Yang Haoran is an ordinary soldier and wants to break in, he will be exhausted to death.
Therefore, it was simply impossible for Yang Haoran to give up the idea of a hard attack the first time.
On the other side, Liu Shuacheng was also prepared and had really mobilized a large number of experts around his residence.
It can really be said that not even a bird can fly in.
After estimating the defense strength, Liu Shuacheng breathed a sigh of relief.
If Yang Haoran could still break in under such circumstances, there would be nothing to say.
Huo Guoxiong is also a Huajin Grandmaster warrior, so he was naturally placed in the defense force's queue.
Looking at such a lineup, Huo Guoxiong looked proud.
"Commander, with such a lineup, even a dozen Huajin Grandmasters coming at the same time will not be able to break through the defense line.
As long as three days pass, I don’t see what Yang Haoran has to say!"
Liu Shuaicheng nodded and said proudly: "He is so clever that he is mistaken for his cleverness.
Tell everyone to cheer up, our great victory will be in three days."
They were well prepared here, but they didn't know that Yang Haoran had already given up the plan to attack.
In the current situation, we can only save the country in a roundabout way and encircle Wei to save Zhao.
Therefore, Yang Haoran asked Lin Feng to obtain all the information about Liu Shuaicheng as quickly as possible.
Then, Yang Haoran quickly targeted Liu Shuacheng's old father.
Liu Shuaicheng is a famously filial son, and his father Liu Qiangsen has always lived with him.
But it was not in a military camp, but in a villa in Lin'an City.
Liu Qiangsen was once a soldier and cultivated as a powerful warrior.
Although he is seventy years old, he is as strong as a young man.
In desperation, Yang Haoran could only focus on Liu Qiangsen.
Liu Qiangsen's biggest hobby is calligraphy and painting.
I spend a lot of time practicing calligraphy every day, and I often gather and communicate with some friends in the calligraphy and painting industry.
As long as people have hobbies, they must have weaknesses.
Yang Haoran decided to start from this aspect.
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If he really did that, Liu Shuacheng would not be convinced.
Yang Haoran specially put on makeup and put a full beard on his face.
A man who was originally twenty years old immediately turned into Uncle Nian after putting on makeup.
Then put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses and dress up as an artist.
Lin'an City's Calligraphy and Painting Association has gathered a large number of calligraphy and painting experts and enthusiasts in Lin'an City.
Yang Haoran walked in slowly with his hands behind his back, without attracting much attention from others.
The Painting and Calligraphy Association has a total of more than a dozen calligraphy and painting rooms, all of which are reserved for famous artists.
Although Liu Qiangsen's calligraphy and painting skills are not low, he is far from being a famous artist.
However, because of Liu Shuacheng, the Painting and Calligraphy Association naturally has to give him a little more face.
Among these dozen calligraphy and painting rooms, one was specially reserved for Liu Qiangsen.
Liu Qiangsen's painting and calligraphy studio is much more lively than other painting and calligraphy studios.
More than a dozen people gathered around Liu Qiangsen, cheering non-stop.
"Good! That's good. The old man's iron strokes and silver hooks are strong and powerful. They are even more generous than Yue Fei's."
"That's right, Mr. Liu has been on the battlefield, so his aura is naturally extraordinary.
An ordinary person would naturally not be able to write with such momentum."
"Be good at both martial arts and old age, you will be strong. These words describe Mr. Liu. He can be regarded as a role model for our generation."
Listening to the flattering comments from people around him, Liu Qiangsen was quite impressed.
I really feel like I'm in high spirits. No matter how I look at the words I write, I find them pleasing to the eye, as if they are truly unprecedented and unprecedented.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly that some of these guys don't understand calligraphy and painting at all, and they follow Liu Qiangsen all day long just to get some benefits.
After Liu Qiangsen finished swiping, he put the brush on the pen holder very gracefully, his eyes shining.
"Xiao Liu, it's rare to have a close friend in life.
I’ll give you this piece of writing!”
A young man next to him suddenly looked happy and quickly bent down to salute with his fists clasped.
"It is truly a blessing to be able to obtain your calligraphy treasure.
However, I will never get this calligraphy work from you in vain."
Liu Qiangsen waved his hand with a look of displeasure on his face: "I'm not a writer, so don't ask for money, I won't ask for it."
"I know you have always been a noble man, how could I repay you with such vulgar things?
I have a set of fine Longshan inkstones at home. I will bring them to you when I have time. You must accept them."
"Haha, I'll definitely accept the inkstone, I'm serious about it."
The young man was overjoyed and put away a piece of Liu Qiangsen's calligraphy with a proud look on his face.
This picture has Liu Qiangsen's signature on it. As long as Liu Shuaicheng doesn't step down and hangs it in his store, it will be a magic weapon for self-protection!
Others looked envious and praised him one after another.
"It's a pity that the old man only writes one painting a day, otherwise I would also like to ask him for a calligraphy painting.
Such good words will shine brightly when hung at home."
Liu Qiangsen smiled brightly: "Don't worry, I have a lot of free time during this time, and there are plenty of opportunities."
All calligraphy and painting rooms are open, and everyone can come and go at will unless the owner refuses.
Yang Haoran walked in at this time and looked at the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls. They were all works by Liu Qiangsen.
He kept shaking his head and sighed: "With this level of writing, you can at best be considered a beginner, not even an intruder.
Are you embarrassed to hang it on the wall and display it? I’m really not afraid of being laughed at!”