Le Yu was right not to go into Wanghai Gong's Mansion.
A moment after Hu Yanjue entered, two middle-aged men came to the door. One of them had a straw rope iron sword on his waist, and the other had his hands in his trouser pockets. Both of them had messy hair, stubble on their faces, and were wearing
He had a wine burp and smelled like wine. It was obvious that he had been drinking early in the morning.
But from the moment he saw them, Linhai took a step back. Every time they took a step, Linhai took a step back, always keeping a distance of more than seven steps from them.
Le Yu didn't leave, she cupped her fists and asked, "Are you Mr. Tong and Mr. Tie? Mr. Liu often mentions you two to me?"
"Old Liu?" The middle-aged man wearing a straw rope and iron sword was a little confused. The other person smashed his mouth and said, "It's Old Liu, right? I went to Xiangxuehai to borrow money from you before and you haven't paid it back. Do you remember it?"
"Ah ah ah, Lao Liu!" The middle-aged man in Caosheng suddenly realized: "He's not dead yet!"
Le Yu said politely: "You are living well. You can come to Jingyuan to spend more time with him in the future, Mr. Tong, Mr. Tie."
It's not polite to say anything happy.
Because the two people in front of them are people who can "make a man angry, and blood will be splashed five steps away".
Even a nouveau riche like the Jing family, which has only been rich for more than a hundred years, can invite a senior warrior like Captain Liu who has reached the pinnacle to sit in the family home. How could there be no Wanghai Gong who has been passed down for hundreds of years in the mansion?
How many family heirlooms can be used to ward off evil spirits?
Before talking about this, we must first understand a little bit about the changes in the living conditions of warriors in ancient and modern times.
There is no doubt that warriors were equivalent to the existence of the 'privileged class' in ancient times. Even though the Yanjing Royal Academy compiled eighteen tactics and spread them to the world, only a small number of people could learn the tactics - because they had to go to school.
Just like the nine-year compulsory education will teach you the four arithmetic operations, but the prerequisite is that you go to school.
I didn’t even go to school, so I could only make Abba Abba signs with chopsticks at home.
After most ordinary Hui Yao people receive enlightenment, they can only practice some simplified versions of fighting methods, just to strengthen their bodies and make it easier to use Hui Yao tools.
Warriors are a symbol of violence, so ancient warriors can be said to be unscrupulous, but they are needed for border defense, so the Huiyao Dynasty introduced a privilege system such as 'Qiu Duan' for them, hoping that they would be in their own small circle
Enjoy yourself inside, don't go out and cause trouble.
A martial artist in the "Enter the Palace Realm" can be a tycoon and a prey to the common people;
A martial artist in the "Integration and Comprehension Realm" can establish a sect, stand on his own, and be the only one who dominates;
The warriors who reached the peak realm were so powerful. At that time, they were called land gods. They could be directly worshiped by the royal family. They were so brilliant that nobles from aristocratic families had to lick their smelly feet. They could even command three armies. This was called the pinnacle of a warrior's life.
There are two main factors that change the social status of warriors:
Productivity developed; guns appeared.
Although all warriors can avoid bullets, no warrior can avoid the storm of bullets. The emergence of firearms directly reduces the threat to a warrior's "individual combat power" to a minimum.
The development of productive forces has had many impacts: the population has increased, more people can learn fighting techniques, people's living standards have increased, and knowledge has become faster to circulate... To put it simply, there have been more warriors.
Now, warriors and programmers are basically at the same status.
At the age of 35, I still haven’t achieved anything famous, so I just go home and farm;
Those who can enter the "Enter the Palace Realm" can be promoted to captains or other minor officials in the Criminal Division after retirement;
Those who can enter the 'Integration and Comprehension Realm', if they also have skills such as management, or have network bonuses, can take up important positions in the county governor's mansion, or find a county to open a martial arts gym, and they can still live happily in the rest of their lives.
Moisturize.
The upper and lower limits for warriors who have reached the highest realm are very different. If you are a young warrior who has entered the highest realm early, you may be able to become a border general. If you work hard, you may be able to have a powerful force. At worst, there are many ways to enter the royal family.
Become a teacher in the academy, serve as a royal servant, and become a guest of the nobles. In short, he is no worse than an ancient warrior.
But if it is an old warrior who has accumulated over the years and has forcibly entered the 'reaching the ultimate realm', it will be much more desolate.
Like Old Captain Liu, who was willing to become the Jing family's rotten meal in order to support himself in old age. This is basically a typical example of this type of warrior.
One side is a dog for the royal family, and the other side is a dog for the Jing family.
The gap is too big.
The reason why this happens is because age has a great impact on warriors. In other words, it has a great impact on old warriors.
Age has no effect on young, young, or middle-aged warriors. Even if their strength is weakened, as long as their fighting skills are good enough, they can still fight fiercely and fight fiercely for three days and three nights.
But that's not the case for older warriors.
Because the essence of the combat method is to comprehensively strengthen the warrior's recovery power, explosive power, physical strength, and endurance by accelerating metabolism, and then using mental power to guide the fusion of light energy and combat methods, creating a destructive power that can be called a meat grinder.
To put it simply, it is krypton life.
When you are young, you have a lot of life. It doesn't matter how much you lose, and you can even recover.
But when you get old, as long as you dare to use your ten powers to fight a hearty battle, you will clearly feel how many days your life has been shortened.
Therefore, the elderly warriors who have reached the ultimate realm are like batteries that are about to run out of power. Big merchants and nobles will ask them to take care of themselves at home, and they are only used as mascots to occasionally give guidance to the younger members of the family.
There is no hope that these old warriors can help them much.
If you are in danger and the old warrior saves you, then he will die. If you die, he will find the next family to continue to provide for you. What do you think the old warrior will choose?
So.
Young senior warriors can achieve great success, but old senior warriors can only retire. What about middle-aged senior warriors?
They are truly top-notch individual combatants that no one dares to bully.
Just like Mr. Iron and Mr. Copper in front of Le Yu.
Le Yu didn't find out their real names, but he only knew that both of them were warriors from the Heyang Army. Mr. Tong was good at the Badada-ryu fighting method, and Mr. Tie was good at the sword-holding fighting method. They were promoted to the rank of full school officer, and were promoted to the peak realm.
’ Then he came to Wanghaigong Mansion to work as a guard.
It seems that Wang Haigong gave them a lot of money to make the two school officials give up their positions that they had held for many years.
No one has ever seen them take action. After all, no fool dares to break into Wanghai Gong's mansion. But it is said that they go to the Yang Army for military exercises every year. After beating the active officers, they go back to eat and wait for death. Their actual combat experience is definitely not bad.
They did not hide their spiritual power. The spiritual power of the two warriors who reached the peak level was distributed freely, just like the scorching sun shining down on all the weak warriors.
If it weren't for Le Yu's 'ice-blooded constitution', I'm afraid his legs would already be trembling.
According to the "Infantry Drill Code", all sergeants must be at least five steps away from the warriors of the "Senior Realm". It does not mean that they can shoot high-level warriors from five steps away, but if the distance is less than seven steps, then they can fire guns continuously.
Without even a chance, he was killed by a high-level warrior.
When the combat power of an individual soldier reaches a certain level, there is no solution.
As for middle-aged senior warriors, it can be said that they are individual soldiers with the best level of actual combat experience, combat skills, and endurance.
Le Yu glanced at the surrounding environment: dense queues, forest plants on both sides, spacious streets...
There is nothing that can constitute a bullet storm.
If these two middle-aged warriors were willing, they could easily fight Lin Hai out of this street.
If a few more people come to surround Linjun, it doesn't take much to temporarily block Linjun, then the two of them can even directly annihilate more than two hundred people.
In urban street battles, unless the army is separated from the high-level warriors by a long attack distance, or there is Lingxu Feihua warrior to block it, once the high-level warriors enter the army formation, it will be a massacre.
Good guy.
Is this Wang Haigong’s power?
I'm so scared~
Le Yu suddenly made a gesture to the back. Yin Minghong and Wan Xisha were stunned for a moment, but Jing Shou immediately said: "Captain Wan?"
Wan Xisha no longer hesitated: "Aim!"
Click!
Dozens of guns were immediately aimed at Mr. Tong and Mr. Tie at the gate. The careless expressions on their faces immediately disappeared. Mr. Tong took out his casserole-sized fist from his trouser pocket, and Mr. Tie pressed his hand on the straw rope and iron sword.
on the hilt of the sword.
"Jing Zhengwei, didn't you say you wanted to invite the two of us to get together with Lao Liu?" Mr. Tie frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I'm just a little scared." Le Yu waved his hand: "You two are peerless masters. You are so close to me. If you suddenly kill me, I won't have time to react."
"How could we-"
"And I'm not here to meet you either." Le Yu sighed: "My time is very valuable, it can run into millions every minute. Can you please inform Director Huyan and don't waste the precious time of the Silver Blood Association President?"
time."
"You have to know." Mr. Tong said coldly: "You stand in front of us, this bullet has no eyes."
"I know, but I still have some confidence in my physique." Le Yu said: "As long as I am not shot to death, a medical officer will come to save me soon. But if the two masters are shot and injured,
I don’t think Lin Haijun will shoot you in the head, right?”
Mr. Tong was stunned and took a step forward: "You——"
"Hey, hey, hey." Le Yu raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "If you take one more step, you will be within the warning distance of Linhaijun. I'm not familiar with Linhaijun. They can't let you go for my life.
A dangerous person is approaching them, Captain Wan, don’t you think so?”
"Ah?" Wan Xisha thought for a while and said, "Yes, yes, we will definitely open fire. President Jing, if you die, I will do my best to persuade General Lan to avenge you!"
"Then I really thank you." Le Yu shrugged: "So, Mr. Tong, Mr. Iron, can you stay away from me a little bit?"
The two men, Tong and Iron, looked at each other, their eyes filled with incredible anger and surprise.
The two of them have been worshiped by Wang Haigong for five years. Whenever Wang Haigong sends them to the scene, the other party will inevitably become polite, full of truth, and even more of a gentleman than a gentleman.
Very simple.
Because everyone cherishes their lives.
Faced with two peerless masters who could take their own heads at any time, no one dared to be unreasonable.
But when it comes to being reasonable, who can compare with Wang Haigong who has the blessing of imperial power?
Before they came out, they already knew that Jing Zhengwei and Lin Haijun were outside to threaten Wanghai Gongfu, but they didn't pay much attention.
When they thought about it, Jing Zhengwei, who was young and promising, drunk at the Silver Blood Club, and drunk at the knees of beauties, must have turned into a polite and loving junior the moment he saw them.
Poor people are still afraid of death.
What's more, this kind of silver-blooded back wave has unlimited prospects and unlimited future?
They never expected that Jing Zhengwei, the one wearing shoes, would be more ruthless than the one wearing bare feet!
He actually gave Lin Haijun an order not to worry about his safety and to directly target Tong and Iron!
Isn’t Jing Zhengwei afraid of death?
Wouldn't it be nice to take it easy, drink some tea, and let everyone interact with each other in a calm manner?
Do you have to break up like this?
However, Jing Zhengwei made a move, and it was the turn of Tong and Iron to fight back.
Let's go, it seems too timid, they are worshipers of Wanghai Gongfu;
They tried to teach Jing Zhengwei a lesson, but they didn't dare. Lin Haijun's cannons were aimed at their vital points;
For a moment, Mr. Tie and Mr. Tong froze in place, at a loss.
"Mr. Copper, Mr. Iron, please go back and rest first."
An old voice sounded from behind, and the two men, Tong and Iron, immediately breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been granted an amnesty. They turned around and saluted, "Wish you safe, Mr. Hai."
An old man in simple clothes and holding a cane slowly walked to the gate. A young girl in luxurious clothes held an umbrella for him and glared at Le Yu angrily.
Leyu clasped his fists and said calmly: "I hope Duke Hai will come to visit me if you please."
"It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome. It's just that I think too much. I'm very strong." Wang Haigong laughed and said, "I've always wanted to meet you, the new president, to see what kind of person he is.
It’s true that seeing a dragon and a phoenix is better than hearing it a hundred times!”
"Thank you for exaggerating." Le Yu turned back to Lin Haijun and said: "Pay attention to the surrounding areas and the courtyard walls. If you see someone trying to climb over the wall and approach you, shoot them immediately. Don't hesitate. Otherwise, if you wait for the 'Dengfengzhijie' warriors to break into your midst, then you
That’s it.”
Wan Xisha said quickly: "Understood!"
Le Yu turned back and found that Wang Haigong's expression remained unchanged, but the girl behind him looked as ugly as if she had secretly eaten shit. She smiled and said: "I made you two laugh, but I'm not very familiar with Lin Haijun. They
Actually, I can’t control what you do.”
"I understand, I understand, a group of proud soldiers from out of town, President Xiu Jing." Wang Haigong chuckled.
"Then they can finally put down their guns, right?" The girl couldn't help but say, "They are still pointing at grandpa. Isn't this too rude!? What if there is a fire?"
Lin Haijun's cannons were always in a combat-ready posture, with part of them on the courtyard wall and part of them aimed at the door - that is, aimed at Wang Haigong in front of Le Yu.
As a hostage, Wanghaigong's price/performance ratio is extremely high.
"Well..." Le Yu blinked: "I think I was already very rude when I asked Mr. Wang Hai to come to the door to meet me."
"It's good if you know." The girl said sarcastically.
"But why am I so rude?" Le Yu patted the dust on the stone lion next to him, sat on it and said, "It's not that you are too rude."
"Who doesn't know that your Duke Wanghai has sucked the blood of the people of Dongyang for hundreds of years and eaten the meat of the people of Dongyang for hundreds of years. The merchants only drink the soup you don't want, and you have eaten all the meat and wiped it clean!"
"Just give me that little money, do you think I'm a beggar?"
"However," Le Yu spread his hands: "It doesn't matter if you think I'm begging for food. After all, this bowl of rice is not what I want to eat."
"Lin Haijun!" Le Yu raised his hand: "The old man who only gives you a little money and treats Lan Yan and you as beggars is right in front of you. I can't control what you do!"
