Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

So, he needs to create a battle formation for these titular princess guards.

Zhu Houzhao spent a few days, combined with the actual situation of Jiang Guo, with swordsmen as the core, he built a set of small sword arrays with thirty-six people as the standard. A big array!

And these thirty-six people can also be divided into six teams of six small guard groups, which are interlinked and have both offense and defense.

Zhu Houzhao named this formation as the Six Guardians Six Absolutes!

Chapter [-] Conspiracy calculations, dead slaves

After the general received the order from King Jiang, he was very angry and said, "What, the king actually made that thief the captain of the prince and the princess, and asked him to train guards for the princess!"

Zuo Ling took the bamboo slip from the general's hand, and was also extremely angry: "Damn thief, robbed this general's sword, and this general has not asked you to settle the account, but he wants to call my elite! I can't agree, this thief has made it clear that he can't get along with us! Three hundred elites, the total number of elites trained by the adoptive father is only [-], how can you transfer him to [-]!"

The general slapped the table with a heavy palm, and the wooden table shattered: "Three hundred elites, what he thinks is beautiful. Hmph, don't you want three hundred people? Well, I will give it to you, Ling'er, Go and pass on my general order and order three hundred people from the dead slaves to come with me to meet the prince and master!"

Dead Slaves! It was formed by Jiang Guo death row prisoners. They do the hardest work and eat the best food. If they can't earn enough merits, they will never get ahead, and the only way is to die in battle.

Therefore, they are the most unruly part of the entire Jiang Kingdom's army. Their strengths are uneven, but they are not afraid of death.

There is no communication between countries, and there is little contact. There are even villages where the voices of chickens and dogs can be heard from each other, but the villagers have never met each other in their entire lives.With the exception of a few businessmen and powerful scholars, the people did not walk around every 360 or [-] at all, and once foreigners were found, most of them would be executed.

Therefore, even if the Dead Slaves are unattended, they can only stay in their tents with peace of mind, waiting for one day to go to the battlefield and die in honor.

As for earning enough merits and clearing charges, huh, these dead slaves don't dare to hope.

Since he is a prisoner of death slavery, he has already seen through life and death, and it is even more difficult to manage.

The 1st class army wants to see the dead slaves that no general can do. How can he, Zhu Houzhao, be able to train and even get sick, not much, not much, the whole dead slaves add up to just [-] people. With a wave of the general's hand, he transferred all of them away. In total, he gave Zhu Houzhao seven more people!

The next day just after the light was on, someone from the palace found Zhu Houzhao and told him that the general brought three hundred soldiers to hand over.

The big 1 army and Zuo Ling brought three hundred dead slaves, and they were complacent at this moment.

"Father, what do you think if the thief refuses to accept these three hundred people?"

Zuo Ling looked back at the three hundred lifeless dead slaves and said proudly.

The general swept his eyebrows: 'He dares, hum, this general allocated him three hundred dead soldiers who were not afraid of death, he should thank this general, if he doesn't agree, let him ask the king to ask for someone!"

Isn't that right, this dead slave group is really not afraid of death, because in their hearts, they already knew that they would die.

Zhu Houzhao came to the outside of the palace and looked at the three hundred dead slaves who were like dead people, without saying a word.

The general is naturally proud, and loudly said that the second site and the seventh are my dead slaves in the Jiang country, and whenever there is a war, they will charge forward, and they will not be afraid of death.

The army of the 1st Temple is waiting, waiting for Zhu Houzhao to show a disappointed look, and waiting for Zhu Houzhao to ask for a replacement, then he can humiliate Zhu Houzhao well.

However, what he didn't expect was that Zhu Houzhao didn't even look at him, and said lightly to the dead slave: "Follow me into the palace!"

The simple four words contain supreme majesty, so that the people of the dead slave group dare not go against it at all.

Above Miyagi, Lin Mo, who had nothing to do with this matter, secretly looked down, with a disdainful look on the corner of his mouth: 'Hmph, he really treats himself as a character, and the dead slaves can also be trained to be elite (ch dagger) g) Sharp guard, then my palace guards are invincible!"

For all this, Zhu Houzhao saw it all in his eyes, but he didn't care at all, and brought the three hundred dead slaves directly to the palace martial arts field.

Afterwards, Zhu Houzhao first ordered to a palace servant behind him: 'Go, order someone to send pots and bowls to the Yanwu Arena, and cook on the spot, as long as two hundred people's meals are needed. "

King Jiang had already ordered, and all Zhu Houzhao's requests must be followed, so the palace servant hurriedly bowed to answer: 'R Yes, sir!"

Facing the 1 dead slaves, Zhu Houzhao said lightly, "From now on, when the food is ready at the Gongren [-] Temple, those who can stand can eat!"

The dead slaves were indifferent to other things, but they were very concerned about eating.

Even though the food they eat has always been the lowest quality food, they often can only eat one meal a day and cannot guarantee food and clothing.

But today, it was just dawn, and it was still a long time before the first meal. I didn't expect that the general in front of them would actually say that as long as they can stand until the meal is ready, they will eat it.

As a result, everyone in the Dead Slaves Department showed anticipation in their eyes. They are the dead slaves who are engaged in the most tiring and dangerous work, not to mention standing to eat, even if they are standing until this time tomorrow, there will be no problem at all.

In the hearts of these dead slaves, this meal is simply settled!

However, in front of them is Zhu Houzhao, which is destined to be impossible for many people to eat!

Zhu Houzhao walked towards the three hundred dead slaves very casually, as if he wanted to check the physical fitness of these dead slaves, but as his footsteps sounded, almost every step he took, several dead slaves would fall!

Luo, a wrestler in the Dead Slaves, was originally just an ordinary Chinese, but due to the water source problem, he brought the same village + three young men and the upper villages into a fight, killing two, and was sentenced to the Dead Slaves.

At this time, he was also mixed in the crowd. With every step of the general in front of him, Lao felt his heart pounding, and Lao did not understand why, especially when the general looked at them with his eyes, even if it was I didn't look at him from the front, but I couldn't help but feel weak in my feet!

Lao did not understand what happened to him. You must know that even when he faced the white-fronted worm alone, he was never as terrified as he is now!

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Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao's eyes turned to Roo's side, and suddenly, Roo's companions fell down in an instant.

Io's legs are weak, breathing is short, and my heart is extremely horrified.

He doesn't understand what happened to him, and he doesn't understand why his friends who are not afraid of death are so useless!

Zhu Houzhao's outward momentum gradually increased. He didn't care where these people came from and what they had done. Now he just wanted to see what the potential of these people was.

Obviously, the results of the test did not satisfy Zhu Houzhao, but it was not too disappointing. These [-] dead slaves, at least their minds were not bad. According to their physical fitness and pressure resistance, Zhu Houzhao had already made a rough distinction.

The smell of rice fragrant wafted, but there were only fifty-two people still standing at the moment, which was specially selected by Zhu Houzhao, and Luo was one of the fifty-two people.

After breakfast was ready, Zhu Houzhao said to the fifty-two people who were still standing: 'l You can go to dinner. "

When Zhu Houzhao turned around, Lao fell to the ground. He looked around and found that everyone was the same as him.