Jiang Ping An changed clothes, unkempt, long hair blocking half face, standing at the gate of the county town.
"Into town to pay taxes, five coppers!" The soldiers stopped Jiang Ping 'an.
With an expression of pain, Jiang Ping An carefully took out five copper coins from his bag and reluctantly handed them to each other.
He is not short of money now, but he must pretend to be short of money, otherwise the group of guys will be insatiable and continue to ask for more.
Only after receiving the money did the soldier take his weapon back.
Jiang Ping 'an did not want to come to the county. He did not believe that the most dangerous place was the safest place.
The reason why he came to the county is to understand something.
"Blood Gas Formula" is what, what is blood gas Dan, how the specific fighting force of these soldiers, their current fighting force in what level.
He doesn't know anything about it.
Eg. It is unwise to clash with someone who knows himself and his enemy.
For example, in the previous battle, he did not know that a monk could not easily fight with a warrior, so he was almost killed.
This time, he had come to inquire about it.
This is his second visit to Pingshui County.
He had been here once before with his father. The first time he came, he was shocked by the prosperity here.
His childhood wish was to leave the village and live here.
The smiles that used to fill the streets are hardly visible now.
As he passed the teahouse, he heard a lively conversation among the people inside. He went in, ordered a cup of tea, and sat silently in the corner.
"Another defeat at the front."
"These guys really have problems in their heads. Our Lingtai State is obviously not strong, but they are encouraged to wage war, and it is our people who suffer!" An old man said angrily.
"Hush, don't say that!" 'said one quickly.
"What's not to say? Look how good they are to the people, they exempt all kinds of taxes during the war, and the people also help the country, and look at our Lingtai country, nonsense!"
"Don't talk about it, have you heard? There's a man in Dahe Village who's killed many soldiers. '
'began a well-informed Chinese man.
'Really? Who's so bold?"
'I don't know exactly, but a lot of soldiers died, and a lot of soldiers were sent.'
'It serves them right! A good death!"
There were smiles on many faces in the teahouse.
Jiang Ping 'an said nothing and sat silently in the corner, listening to the comments of the people around him.
Looking at the smiles on everyone's faces, he knew he was on the right path.
And he also realized that not all countries are as oppressive as Pingshui County, such as the country of Big Summer is not excessive.
Above the teahouse was a place to stay. Jiang Pingan stayed there, and in the next few days, in addition to cultivating, he visited the country
Living in the village all his life, Jiang heard many things that he had never known before.
When the subject of monks and soldiers came up, he would say a few words, consciously or unconsciously, to find out more about it.
After five or six days of understanding, he got the information he wanted.
There were four thousand ironmen in Pingshui County, three thousand of whom were stationed near the border of Bactria.
The soldiers in Pingshui County were divided into five grades: the first grade was general, the second grade was battalion leader, the third grade was squadron leader, then small captain, and finally ordinary soldiers.
These people learn martial arts and practice the Blood Qi Mojin. After practicing, they become stronger.
His strength now is equal to that of a low-ranking squadron leader, far less than a battalion leader, or even worse than some powerful squadron leaders.
It is said that the strength of the battalion commander is equivalent to the six to nine layers of the friar's qi training.
The general is stronger, it is practicing qi ten layers, and there are even rumors that the general has reached the level of martial arts, which is equivalent to the Zhuji friars.
Another book he captured, called Magic Knife, is a martial arts, a total of three layers, is general Pingshui County general martial arts.
Learn the first layer, can produce a magic knife image, the second layer can produce two, the third layer can produce three.
The higher the number of cultivation layers, the more powerful it is naturally.
When Jiang Pingan learned this news, he was secretly afraid.
He fought Cui Xiao, only learned the "Magic Knife" of the first layer, and only the lowest level of the squadron leader.
If he'd been any stronger, he'd be dead by now.
Jiang Ping 'an also had a certain understanding of the realm of monasticism. Originally, cultivation did not mean becoming an immortal, but being stronger than ordinary people.
If a monk wanted to be strong, he needed to learn the Dharma, but he didn't have one. He only had one method of breathing and spitting.
"Wanted posters have been posted at the gate of the city! It's the one that killed squadron leader Trishaw! The murderer was a child!"
A man walks into a teahouse and loudly shares the news he has just received.
"Child? Really or not? The squadron leader is so good, how can a teenager kill him?"
The guests in the teahouse were shocked.
They talk about it these days, too, but they don't know that the killer was a teenager.
"Of course it's true! I saw it with my own eyes! '
'I heard the soldiers had been looking for him for days, but couldn't find him, and wondered which town they might be in, so they made a wanted poster...'
The person sharing the news suddenly saw something, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then quickly turned his head away.
"Now there are wanted posters posted at the gate outside the city, and so are other towns. If I were a young man, I would run east as soon as possible. The mountains are too steep for horses to climb.
Jiang Ping An pressed his hat, calmly walked out of the teahouse, out of the teahouse, and quickly walked in the direction of the east gate.
After Jiang Ping An had gone far, the person who shared the news looked up and murmured, "Young man, live on."
Soon, many people saw Jiang Ping An's portrait.
People who often drink tea in teahouses were shocked to see the portrait.
Isn't it the young man who often sits in the corner?
How dare he come to Pingshui County!
Jiang Ping 'an came to the east gate, wearing a straw hat, not slowly out.
Everyone is looking at the portrait at the door, attention did not focus on him.
'Stop!
'shouted a soldier suddenly.
Jiang Ping An felt frightened and started to run.
"Open your bag and let me see what's good inside." 'said the soldier greedily.
He saw Jiang Ping 'an is a person, see the side face is a child, but the bag is very drum, maybe there is something good inside, you can grab it.
Jiang Ping An pressed his hat and handed the bag to him.
It was full of clothes and a little copper coin.
The soldier threw his clothes on the ground, and put the coins unceremoniously into his pocket.
"Get out of here... Wait a minute! You are..."
"Poof ~"
Jiang Ping An pulls out his opponent's knife and quickly cuts his opponent's leg.
Concentrate on robbing your money, why do you have to see more!
The soldiers here do not have the protection of Bactrian soldiers, as long as the battle is disabled, it is abandoned.
Killing such bastards is too cheap for the other side, and it is more painful for the other side to be abandoned and starve to death.
"Ah ~"
A shrill cry echoed through the East Gate.
Jiang Ping An dont want to start, the other party must force him.
He grabbed a horse and rushed out of the city.
'Murderer! That boy is the murderer who killed the squadron leader!!"
On hearing this, the soldiers who had planned to block the squadron dispersed in an instant.
This guy can even kill the squadron leader, in the face of such garbage soldiers as them, it is not a knife a ah, who is blocked is dead.
"Quickly report to the top! Tell them that the man who killed the squadron leader escaped through the east gate!"
"Damn it! How bold that boy is to come into town! '
'Run after him, he must not get away!