Wei Fuli, who had been full of energy and ambition just now, suddenly withered.

I thought that Longqiaoying, which had been silent for a hundred years, would just take the opportunity to come back to the world and continue to punish rape and eradicate evil, uphold justice for heaven, and defend the country of the Han Dynasty. Unexpectedly, the little emperor suddenly mentioned the Dragon Sword, and Wei Fuli was not depressed.

Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty set the rules when he founded Longqiao Camp. The dead soldiers can be hereditary, and all descendants will be regarded as the dead soldiers of Longqiao Camp. However, the leader of the camp cannot. The capital of each battalion is from the old camp leader.

You can become the leader of the camp only after receiving the Dragon Sword and taking the poisonous oath.

Of course, Longqiao camp is a dead soldier after all. He spends his days licking blood on the tip of a knife, and the people he offends are all dignitaries and traitors. He will be retaliated at any time, and it is difficult for the leader of the camp to escape sudden death or even sudden death.

The fate of no bones left. Therefore, the later emperor also established a new rule. As long as he possesses the Jianlong Divine Sword and can name the previous camp leader, this person will be the new camp leader of Longqiao Camp.

Because the identity of the battalion leader is extremely secretive, he may be a high-ranking official, or he may be a peddler. In addition to the battalion leader's cronies, every sub-helm leader may not necessarily know the battalion leader's true identity.

I just hate that Wei Fuli lost the Jianlong Divine Sword twenty years ago. Even if he showed his heart to the emperor, the emperor would not necessarily admit that he was the leader of the Longqiao camp.

There are many ways to serve the imperial court. You must emphasize that you are the leader of the Longqiao camp, but if your dad comes out with the Dragon Sword, isn't it self-defeating?

"Haha, the emperor has reminded the old minister that with the dead soldiers of Longqiao camp coming forward, Wang Mang, the old thief, has nothing to say! He really wants to be more serious. It's very simple. Lingyang Yi Heng led the crowd to disturb local security and lurked among the people.

The dead soldiers were filled with righteous indignation and destroyed these grassroots bandits. Haha! The return of Longqiao Camp will at least make that old thief Wang Mang fearful and restrain himself!"

These words made the little emperor excited, but...

Where are the dead soldiers from Longqiao camp?

If you can’t find the battalion leader, you will naturally not be able to summon those dead soldiers. And those dead soldiers are all hereditary dead soldiers. In the past hundred years, the court has not issued a single copper coin to them, so not everyone can be loyal to them on an empty stomach.

Of the imperial court.

It is also sad to say that when you need someone, you have to work hard for them. When you don't need them, you forget them in the world. Although the little emperor is young, he understands this. He originally summoned Wei Fuli and Gui Chu.

With the help of the identity of Weifu Li Weiwei, once the leader of Longqiao Camp is found, he will immediately allocate millions of funds to summon the descendants of the dead soldiers to reorganize Longqiao Camp; secondly, Gui Piao holds the military power and can fight for death.

Soldiers provide military assistance.

There were 8,000 dead soldiers back then, some of whom may have no offspring, and some who may have many children. A conservative estimate is that there are still 8,000. But after a hundred years, everyone wants to survive. Some people have become traffickers and lackeys, and some have become slaves.

Maybe he becomes a beggar...

After the excitement, the little emperor returned to the cruel reality and asked cautiously: "Gui Aiqing, do you have any news about the leader of Longqiao Camp?"

Gui Yu laughed loudly and said: "Your Majesty, I have heard of Longqiao Camp, but that was a hundred years ago, and all those dead soldiers must have died long ago!"

"Huh? Why are you talking!" Wei Fuli was unhappy: "The emperor needs Longqiao Camp, but you are here cursing Longqiao Camp. What is Da Situ thinking?"

Gui Tuan still said carelessly: "Aren't they just the dead soldiers of Longqiao camp? Does Lord Wei know who the leader of the camp is?"

Without waiting for Wei Fuli to speak, Gui Chu continued: "Since no one knows, will it be easy to deal with soon? I sent five thousand elite soldiers, all of whom took off their military uniforms and disguised themselves as civilians, and then went to Longqiao camp as dead soldiers.

Isn’t it enough to eliminate Yi Heng’s gang of bandits in Lingyang?”

These words immediately stunned the little emperor and Wei Fuli.

Wei Fuli was even surprised. In the past ten years since he returned home, he had studied the art of war with the forgotten master. A warrior suddenly had such a strategy that even his master Wei did not have...

The little emperor immediately applauded: "Okay, okay! This is such a wonderful idea! It's decided like this, Da Situ asked his deputy general to lead an army of 30,000 to the Western Regions to quell the rebellion, and then he appointed a general to lead 5,000 elite troops..."

The little emperor suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment and said: "Well... Since the dead soldiers of Longqiao Camp are lurking among the people to do justice for heaven, naturally they cannot let the generals in the army lead the troops... The choice of this commander must be carefully considered..."

Gui Yu suddenly looked at Wei Fuli and said: "Master Wei Wei, your adopted son is very good at swordsmanship and can outwit others. Let him stay in my humble house for three days and he can become a dead soldier of this Longqiao camp."

The commander-in-chief..."

Wei Fuli was stunned: That's right! This opportunity is once in a lifetime. Not only can Mo'er be tempered, but he may also gain the attention of the little emperor...

But……

Wei Fuli shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that my unlucky adopted son would become a favorite. Just three days ago, he was selected by Da Sima to go to Qianzhou to find the seeds of the twining peony for the Empress Dowager.

Gone."

…

Yes, the Wei Zimo who appeared in Qingzhou City was none other than Wei Zimo.

The Mighty Arena is located in the eastern suburbs of Qingcheng County. At three o'clock in the morning, tens of thousands of people have gathered in the huge venue.

Of course, there are only a few dozen contestants, and most of them are spectators.

But these spectators are all the "food and clothing parents" of the arena, and all of them are gamblers.

Gambling in boxing in the arena is a way for many people in Qingcheng County to make a living. Some people make a fortune by betting on boxing, while many more people lose everything.

"Oh oh oh..."

"Mighty Shao Lei, a flying kick!"

"Oh oh oh..."

"Nanquan Wu Di, invincible in the world!"

The arena was indeed very lively, with gamblers roaring wildly to vent their excitement or depression.

People who won money before were naturally excited, while people who lost money were only depressed.

However, the gambling must continue. This time the Red Dragon Gang has increased the bonus. Whether you are a boxer or a gambler, your wealth and life are all on the line. Win or lose is a matter of chance.

Both contestants signed a life and death certificate, and each one wanted money rather than life.

Hua Qian'ai couldn't help feeling pity. These people were really worthless. They only had ten thousand taels of silver. How could they risk their lives in exchange for this?!

She is not short of money, so she doesn’t know the value of money!

After several games, there were duels with weapons and some with bare hands.

However, the contestants were very moral. Although they signed a life and death certificate, the winner did not beat the loser to death. The referee stopped immediately after giving an order. The winner went to the backstage to receive the award, and the loser was carried out to recover from his injuries by the accompanying people.

Of course, the previous wins were all small amounts, and the highest prize was only tens or hundreds of taels of silver. The prize of 10,000 taels of silver belonged to the winner who was invincible at the end.

The following competition became more and more fierce. Various martial arts in Qianzhou, and even warriors who came from other places and were unwilling to declare their martial arts, showed off their skills. The arena was exciting, with people falling down and cheering.

Fortunately no one died!

Wei Zimo was not short of money, but he also cared about ten thousand taels of silver! After Hua Qianai left in anger, he wanted to go to Zhuzhuang to see Zhu Sangong. He passed all the tests and soon entered the semi-finals.

Sun Shihu, who acted as a spectator and stared at Hua Qian'ai, couldn't help but get ready to take action. He wanted to go on stage and burn these sword-wielding knights and warriors from all walks of life to ashes or freeze them into zombies, and receive the ten thousand taels of silver alone.

He couldn't blame Sun Shihu for being blind. Wei Zimo had never used a sword. Naturally, he didn't know that Wei Zimo was the one who cut off his fellow disciple Gui Chou with a sword, so he could only focus on staring at Hua Qian'ai who came riding a BMW.

Soon, Wei Zimo's unstructured fists and kicks, without any need for "round competition", defeated twelve opponents in one breath without any damage, and even the bamboo hat did not tilt. He entered the finals at any time.

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Many gamblers blamed themselves for being blind, so they quickly took out all their belongings and placed heavy bets on Wei Zimo.

Entering the semi-finals, the prize pool in the arena has reached 50,000 taels of silver. The Red Dragon Gang has made a lot of money this time. As long as they use dirty tricks, all the money will belong to the arena.

As usual, there were a total of five people entering the finals, and three of them were quickly knocked down by Wei Zimo with three punches and two kicks.

He has won fifteen games in a row.

When the fourth decider came on stage, something unexpected happened.

Wei Zimo looked at the burly man in front of him. Although he was about the same height as him, he was quite fatter than him.

Perhaps because he was timid, but his interest was really exhausted, Wei Zimo suddenly made a strange request: "Someone in charge will cash in my bonus for winning fifteen games in a row!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What's wrong? I've made it to this point and now I want to give up!"

"Oh my god, I've staked a hundred taels of silver on this kid. If he gives up, my life will be over..."

In an instant, people in the audience were crying for their fathers and mothers, and even shouting to fight and kill, and the arena suddenly became a mess.

Wei Zimo was so popular that gamblers were crazy about raising bets on him, hoping to use his power to win back all the money they had lost in the arena for more than ten years at once.

Listening to this tone now, is Wei Zimo going to give in? In that case, the next outcome for thousands of gamblers will be to hang themselves or jump off the building.

In fact, Wei Zimo's request was not too much. According to the rules of the arena, there will be a bonus for every victory, regardless of whether it is a preliminary round or a rematch.

He has won fifteen games in a row, and his accumulated prize money should be five hundred taels of silver.

Although there is still a big gap between him and ten thousand taels of silver, this amount of money is enough for him to squander for a while. Ordinary people will live a well-off life for the rest of their lives. It is not necessarily a bad thing to accept the good news! After all, he is facing a tall and fierce man.

A rude man, Wei Zimo looked dead or injured to the naked eye.

When Wei Zimo yelled like this, the rude man acted like he was sure of victory, and actually stood up and sneered.

The gamblers in the audience thought that this was a game set up in the arena. They let Wei Zimo pass the test first, and then tricked everyone into placing bets. At the critical moment, they gave up before the fight.

As a result, I don’t know how many people will lose their money again!

"Kill him, beat him to death!"

The audience was excited, and they couldn't figure out whether the person they were going to beat to death was Wei Zimo or the rude man.
Chapter completed!