The residence is deep in the eastern front camp with severe defense. Unless the legendary warlock or the ninth-grade sword saint are, they may be able to successfully assassinate.

All the assassins sent by Qiu Yuanshan returned in disgrace.

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Facing the information in front of him, Yang Zheng showed a bitter smile for the first time.

Cangyue Kingdom really respects himself when assassinating Zuo Qingzi. He has heard of Zuo Qingzi's name. On the contrary, after hearing his legend, Yang Zheng admires this person very much.

If one person on earth is used to describe Zuo Qingzi, it is Zhuge Wuhou. Zuo Qingzi's use of military intelligence and poisonous strategies can definitely be called a master of military tactics.

It is said that Qiu Yuanshan and Zuo Qingzi have not gained any advantage in confrontation, but still save face. Qiu Yuanshan has not been humiliated by Zuo Qingzi.

What an admirable opponent, but unfortunately, it would not be a pleasant thing to face it.

Mo Bingyun has been observing Yang Zheng's expression, every time he frowned, every time he looked at him.

But there was an uproar in my heart.

This is a nearly impossible task.

Yang Zheng, if you can even complete such an inhuman task, no one in the empire can stop me from using you. Even if the whole country is shocked, no matter how cold you are to me, even if I give up the princess' arrogance, I will tie you to my side. If you die in this mission, Mo Bingyun, you will be freed and you will not have to worry about any man in the future.

Yang Zheng naturally would not know the princess’s idea. He only knew that this task was imperative.

If he was just alone, he would definitely escape during the assassination mission and leave Cangyue Kingdom forever.

The mainland is so big that Yang Zheng does not have his place. He has no feelings for Cangyue Kingdom and is even tired of everything here. After the blood of a natural adventurer boils, he hopes to seek more stimulation.

Although after the mission was completed, Qiu Yuanshan promised that all members of the "Blood Cross" were promoted to earls, and Yang Zheng could be awarded the title of first-class knight.

But Yang Zheng was not interested in these things.

In his heart, no one in this world can surpass him. The Count Marquis is just a dog of the royal family. The owner is unhappy and wants to kill him.

However, this time, the entire "Blood Cross" team was accepted. Yang Zheng could be cruel to anyone, but he was cruel to several brothers who shared weal and woe. He could escape alone, but Hongshi and others still had their own family. They had parents and brothers. If they did not accept the task, the whole family would be slaughtered the next day.

Hongshi and others had not advised Yang Zheng to escape on the way to perform the mission. But Yang Zheng would never agree. He was a person who would move forward if he made a decision. Indecisiveness was definitely not his character. Although the mission was difficult to reach the sky, it was definitely not hopeless to complete. After a brief worry, Yang Zheng had put aside everything, mobilized all the wisdom of his brain cells, and devoted himself to this arduous battle.

Putting down the information, Yang Zheng raised his head again and looked at Mo Bingyun with bright eyes.

Mo Bingyun's heart trembled, and she increasingly discovered Yang Zheng's special case and was alone. It seemed that there was never any difficulty in the world that could make him frown. It was this proud and the temperament of a man from the Lanfeng Continent that made Mo Bingyun fall in love with him like a moth to the fire.

"Princess, I have a little unclear about the subordinates. Zuo Qingzi's reputation on the eastern front of the Weirong Army is far superior to Guizang, but he is still a subordinate of Guizang after all. I don't know if the princess has heard a word, "heavy achievements shock the master"!"

"High power and great power and great power and great power and great power and great power!" Mo Bingyun recited it silently several times, his eyes lit up. Yang Zheng's wisdom was more amazed than his bravery. In fact, after forcing Xiaoyue to death, Mo Bingyun calmed down from his anger, savored Yang Zheng's every move, and even understood the whole story of his conflict with Dekun in Hongyun Tower, and found that he was not always rude and contained infinite wisdom in his words and deeds. "High power and great power and great power" were very fresh words, but Mo Bingyun understood Yang Zheng's meaning at once.

"Guizang is a man with average marching skills, but one advantage is that he is good at employed people, is very self-aware, and never taboos his subordinates. Another point is that he doesn't like some capable people who have strong desires. Zuo Qingzi is a person who is relatively indifferent by nature. Therefore, Guizang trusts him very much. If you want to use the counter-espionage plan, you may not be able to do it."

Yang Zheng also had a look of admiration in his eyes for Mo Bingyun to be able to understand his intentions so quickly.

Seeing Yang Zheng's eyes, Mo Bingyun's heart was sweet for no reason. This was the first time he saw him like this.

Yang Zhengxin was calculating, got up, and bowed: "I am willing to accept this task, but please give me more time. I will definitely bring Zuo Qingzi's head back."

"Okay, I will tell General Qiu, and time won't force you too much."

"Thank you, Princess, I will take my leave first!"

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"Get up, get up, and you, I haven't been lazy in the death camp. Now I'm lazy, get up quickly!"

"Woo... Brother Xiao Zheng, it's all black paint outside! He's going to get up so early!" With a scream, it was Yu Lei who spoke. Since Rota's death, Yu Lei has also been picked up to the "Blood Cross", and Wilson and others have all been removed from the "Blood Cross". This is also Yang Zheng's condition. A flexible and mobile assassination team must be united and closely cooperated, and any uneasy factors must be excluded.

Yang Zheng's principle is better than having nothing but being too bad, so he only had four people, Hongshi, Mengxun, Liu Ruofei, and Yulei.

"Ah... don't fall, don't fall, get up right away."

Seeing Yang Zheng pick up a basin of cold water, a group of people who were sleepy just now flew up from the bed.

Yang Zheng put a small hourglass (about three minutes) on the table, Li Jing swept the four of them, and shouted: "Once the hourglass is not dressed neatly, and I will stand at the training ground. I will whip twenty, hurry up!"

Hearing this sentence, Hongshi and the four of them turned pale, and they put their clothes on their bodies with leather armor.

Yang Zheng has already walked out.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the four people almost rushed out of the barracks.

Yulei was running and jumping while wearing shoes.

"Five, Four, Three..." Yang Zheng counted down.

"Come!" "Come!" "Come!" "Come!" The four people raised their heads and reported.

Yang Zheng held a whip in his hand and looked over one by one. Seeing Yu Lei's hand still moving, his face darkened and he suddenly whipped over.

He shouted loudly: "Mid-finger patches in the middle, stand up!"

Yu Lei screamed again after being beaten, and a blood-red whip mark was printed on his arm. Seeing Yang Zheng's ferocious face, he shivered. He dared not have any laughter anymore and stood up straight.

There was a little mistake among the four people, so Yang Zheng whipped it hard and showed no mercy until their standing posture reached the standards of modern special forces.

"From today on, you will receive the strictest training. I will build you the most elite warriors, the claws of lions and tigers, and the fangs of poisonous snakes! You also understand this mission. If you seize it, you will be the earls of the empire. In the future, you will be the earls of the wine and women. If you cannot catch it, you will become a yellow earth under your feet in a few days. What kind of beauties in the golden food will never have your share in this life. Let me ask you, do you want to be counts or die?"

"Earl!" the four of them yelled.

"Okay!" Yang Zheng roared: "Then let's take your energy! Run 50 laps around the field first, hurry up!"

The sky was still dark, and the wind lights hanging on the high pole on the side of the training ground were shaking in the night wind.

It adds a little desolation and solemnity.

There are heavy breathing sounds, staggering footsteps, whips and screams from time to time in the dark night!

Physical strength is just the first lesson. Yang Zheng, who has received modern military training, has already prepared a devil training plan. The hell-style training has just begun...

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"Damn it, you pig!" Yang Zheng kicked Liu Ruofei hard on the waist and kicked him to the ground.

"Look, look, that's it!" Yang Zheng's fingers flexibly disassembled and pulled each other, and a pair of exquisite crossbows divided into pieces in his hand, and then he used a dazzling speed to recombine the pieces into pieces.

Everyone looked at him with admiration, and Liu Ruofei said bitterly: "Sir, I am a benign man, I can't learn this..."

Before he finished speaking, the whip had already hit his back. Yang Zheng grabbed his collar and yelled: "No, no, what's the bullshit, just learn if you don't know, who is born to know? Ah? You pig... If my instructor had been beaten to death by you back then..." Yang Zheng remembered his miserable miserable when he was trained in the special forces camp. He practiced disassembly and assembled guns until his fingers swollen into carrots, and he couldn't pick up chopsticks for a week.

The loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he was extremely sharp again. He pushed Liu Ruofei hard and said coldly: "I haven't learned to disassemble and assemble. You guys, you can't speed up the food. You guys can't disassemble and assemble 10 times in an hourglass time. I'll practice it all, no one can eat it!!"

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The scorching sun

Yang Zhenghu walked around the training ground with a face. He was holding a thorn soaked in salt water.

Four men wearing only a pair of shorts were right in front of him, sweating all over their bodies. At the same time, the muscles of their bodies were tight, as if extreme pain was on them. Their faces were red, and several of their lower lips had been bitten, and blood overflowed from the corners of their lips, but they still didn't dare to move slightly.

If you look down, you will understand how miserable they are experiencing at this moment.

The four people's ankles were covered with honey, and dense ants were covered with dense ants...

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Yang Zheng took the design of himself, and the princess specially created a long sword for them one by one. This sword was designed by him on the basis of the samurai sword, which is more ergonomic. He designed blood slaughter and saw thorn on the back. Whether it is slashed, it has extremely powerful lethality.

Because she prefers this knife, Yang Zheng even named the knife "Blood Hunting"!

He stood in the middle of the training ground with a handful of blood hunting.

Hold the knife in both hands.

He slowly raised it above his head, and a shocking murderous aura suddenly emerged from his eyes, bloodshot filled his eyes, like a crazy tiger peeking at his prey.

The viewers around were shocked to take a step back.

"Drink!" A loud shout, and the sword light like a squeak was swung down, just like the setting sun in the Milky Way, the murderous aura turned into a sword energy, and the sound of a few meters of radius of wind, Yang Zheng's sword moves were very simple, either cutting directly or swinging or stabbing directly. However, such a few simple movements were like a god of killing in his hands. The terrifying murderous aura made people feel a bloody smell hitting their face. The phantom of the sword pierced into people's hearts, and the deepest fear arose.

Using blood hunting, Yang Zheng's sword technique was at least twice as powerful as when the Red Cloud Tower Sword defeated Wilson.

Hongshi and others were breathing rapidly, and their eyes were flashing with hot light.

This is the real murderous sword, which is much better than those fancy noble sword techniques! Seeing the wonderful things! Do it! Everyone couldn't help but swear.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Yang Zheng finally slashed three times.

That ferocious look seemed as if there were three people in front of him drinking blood under his knife.

Suddenly he withdrew the knife, he turned around and glanced at the four people with a cold electric look: "I will give you three days to master the knife moves, and everyone will fight with me in three days!"

The four people expressed fear at the same time and fought with Yang Zheng. Isn’t this suicide?

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The training is full of blood and violence. The daily dose of "Dripping Blood Cross" is the highest in the entire army, and the pain it endured is hundreds of times more crazier than when it was in the Death Camp.

No one dares to relax.

No one complained.

Because compared with Yang Zheng's strictness towards him, Hongshi and the others already felt in heaven.

Yang Zheng asked Mo Bingyun to cast countless large iron rings for them, from the start of carrying about 20 kilograms to the later 100 kilograms of weight. The weight Yang Zheng added to himself has reached an astonishing 200 kilograms, and ordinary people may be crushed to death. After running 50 laps, he ran 100 laps. His subordinates shot 1,000 arrows a day, and he shot 3,000 times. The training intensity was terrifying.

After the daily training, he could hardly find a piece of intact meat on his body, but the next day he climbed up again with his super self-healing ability and treated himself with more cruel training, as if he wanted to squeeze out every point of potential in his body.
To be continued...