Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 273 The second ninety-eight  create a miracle

"Don't look at our small number of people, but the match is still very reasonable." The old soldier smiled and looked at Mo Jin: "There are not only fighters with rich combat experience, but also energetic fighters."

"You're full of vigor..." Mo Jin asked subconsciously, "Isn't it because you just left the Warrior Academy?"

"That's right! Although I just graduated from the Junior Warrior Academy and didn't join the Advanced War Academy, but..."

Mo Jin sighed, and after working for a long time, except for the old people who can hardly carry a knife and put on armor, there are only a group of hairy children left here. It is really a combination of old and new.

Pan Yun looked suspiciously at the energy of the conversation, what exactly was he doing here? Didn't you say let yourself take a gamble? Just bet like this?

Sensing Pan Yun's doubts, Qian Jin turned around and said with a smile, "Wait a minute, I encountered a little accident."

"Old man." Qian Jin turned his head to look at the old man again: "If His Majesty the Emperor launches a general war mobilization, will Infinity War Fort also send people there?"

"That's natural."

"A soldier with rich combat experience like you seems to be a bit older than the standard." The vigorous finger tapped the bar that was about to become an antique: "I'm afraid, the army will not invite you to be a general or staff officer of the command line?"

...

Looking at the silent old man vigorously: "Then we have to let those hairy kids go, right? Do they have their own armor?"

"The army will give them..."

"Are you going to let them wear military equipment? To fight against demons or barbarians? You should know the capabilities of military protective gear, right? A group of soldiers who graduated from the Junior Warrior Academy went to the battlefield wearing military leather armor. Of course, they may only be wearing military uniforms, not even leather armor..."

Motivation paused for words and stared at the old man's eyes with a sneer: "You said, how likely are they to survive?"

"Old man, you should be very good at doing business, right?" Gan Jin turned his head and looked around the battle castle: "With such a large ground, the tax to be paid every year is quite a lot, right? It's really not easy to support it."

The old man looked at his enthusiasm in surprise. Most soldiers didn't even know that war fortresses also had to pay taxes. They just devoted themselves to improving their combat capabilities in order to kill more demons on the battlefield. It was indeed very hard to support such a large facade.

However, if the facade is not big enough, it will be even more defeated in the eyes of others, and there will be fewer people who come to ask for work. At that time, the vicious circle will eventually disappear completely. This kind of thing has not happened before.

Gancheng is a place without a battle castle at all! It's not that they haven't been there all the time, but they were squeezed to death by the huge influence of the cadres. Even if there is funding from the Warriors Federation to help them, the fate of being squeezed to death is still inevitable.

Seeing the old man's silence, Mo Jin sighed softly, it seems that he guessed right! This battle fort can last until today, largely because of the old man's economic operation ability! Although I don't know how strong his business ability is, it shouldn't be weak after all.

The foundation of the Luo family is gradually moving to Yongliu City, which is the economic center of Yongbang Province. There are many opportunities and competition. Qingqing has a good sense of business, but let a girl work hard?

I'm so motivated that Fatty Luo in the stars will see it. If I don't come down to drink with myself in my dream at night, it would be good if I can find a helper.

"Old man, those young hairy kids are also fighters." Ke Jin stared into the old man's eyes and said nothing more.

For soldiers, sometimes there is no need to say more, everything that needs to be said has been said. Those young people are the future of Infinity Battle Fort, the future of the entire warrior world, representing the glory and dignity of warriors in the future.

Giving up personal glory for the dignity and glory of the soldier... The old man's narrowed eyes gradually flashed a dazzling brilliance: "Young man, how much can you give me?"

Enthusiastically shrugged his shoulders: "It depends on how capable you are, old man. I have a new chamber of commerce, backed by the torrent battle fort of the eight Yongliu forces. If you join, then 30% of the profit of every business you make will be given to you."

"Thirty percent?" The old man's eyes were as bright as the sun, and the wrinkles on his face spread out with a smile, smoothing out 50% of the wrinkles in a short time: "Boy, do you have enough funds? Only by doing big business can you earn real benefits."

funds? Motivatedly frowned and thought for a while, the gold coins picked up in the ancient wasteland sand sea are also about tens of millions. Although it cannot be compared with the old aristocratic families such as the Gan family and the Luo family, this amount of cash can also make almost any of the eight Yongliu forces stand shoulder to shoulder.

"Ten thousand gold coins?" The old man shook his head in disappointment as he looked at a finger raised vigorously, "It's too little."

"Ten thousand?" He shook his head with a vigorous smile, seeing the old man's expression, he didn't dare to answer directly, if there was no buffer in the middle, but he said it directly, the old man's heart couldn't bear it, and he fainted on the spot.

"One hundred thousand?"

"It can't be...a million, right?" The old man's cheeks, like old bark, flushed with excitement and surprise.

"Could it be..." The old man looked at the enthusiasm and was still shaking his head, his voice was full of trembling: "No... it can't be 10 million gold coins?"

Mo Jin looked at the old man's trembling body and nodded lightly: "Old man, you can hold on. Don't just faint, then I can't afford it. What I know now is that I have 10 million gold coins in my hand. As for how many gold coins are left in the chamber of commerce, I can't know."

The old man's chest violently heaved, heaved, and heaved again! Ten million, ten million gold coins! Is this kid the illegitimate son of the president of Battle Fort Hongliu? its not right! The total assets of the Torrent War Fort may exceed ten million gold coins, but if you want to take out ten million gold coins directly, you still can't get it out.

The old man nodded slowly: "Today, I, Old Lin, will trust you just once. To be able to become the deacon of the torrent battle castle at such a young age, you should still have some skills?"

Ke Jin stretched out his hands to give Lin Amu a light high-five, and said softly, "I'm sorry, it made you unable to protect the glory of your own warrior, and go into business."

There was a trace of loneliness in Lin Amu's eyes, and a faint smile of relief appeared on the corner of his lips: "It doesn't matter. It is impossible for me to go to the battlefield at my age. It is also good to give some strength to young soldiers."

"Boy, don't you want to borrow a place?" Lin Amu looked motivated: "This place is almost empty, use it as you like. If you believe me, advance me a thousand or hundreds of gold coins first."

Enthusiasm froze, a thousand or a few hundred gold coins?

"Hehe." Lin Amu smiled: "I'm afraid I need to leave here to work for you? Before leaving, I still hope that the children here can buy some gifts for them."

A gold brick, Lin Amu stared blankly at the drive, subconsciously whispered full of surprise: "Dou... Doujie..."

No matter how hard you can touch a gold brick out of your arms! If it can be touched, there is only one possibility! Lin Amu stared blankly at Mo Jin, what is the background of this young man? I have only seen Dou Jie once in these years in Infinity Battle Fort, and that was on Pan Hong's fuselage. I didn't expect that this young man would...

Tens of millions of gold coins, Dou Jie, the deacon of Hongliu Battle Fort... Lin Amu looked at the back of Qi Jin walking towards the room and wondered, how many secrets does this young man have? etc! Isn't that Pan Yun, the concierge of the Pan family? Why is he following behind? And it looks like...

Follower brother! Lin Amu rubbed her eyes vigorously, and saw Pan Yun's back again: "I'm not dazzled, it's true...Although Pan Yun has not awakened the power of blood, but after all, he is a member of the Pan family and has the pride of Hydra's blood. How could he follow behind these people? Who is this kid?"

Ten million gold coins? Pan Yun followed behind Qian Jin, sizing up Qian Jin again and again, can this person come up with 10 million gold coins? Who is it? Why do you want to go to the training ground of this fighter union?

In the clean fighter training ground, there is almost no dust on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

Vigorously shaking his ankles and looking around, although this place is very dilapidated, it is cleaned very cleanly. The fighter union here has declined, but the fighters here have not. The training place is still cleaned.

"Fuer." Qi Jin pointed to the water bag on Duanfeng Buer's waist: "Try it."

"Boy, you are really lucky." Duanfengbuer untied the cowhide water bag from his waist with a smile: "Come and taste it."

Have a taste? Pan Yun looked vigilantly at the plug of the water bag that Duan Fengbuer had unscrewed. I can say that I don’t know you at all, so just give me a bag of water for me to drink? Who knows if there are any weird things in it?

"Why? Don't you dare to drink?" Duanfengbuer shook the water bag in his hand with a smile: "This is a poison prepared by a mysterious pharmacist. If the poison doesn't kill you, you can awaken the power of your blood."

Demon Warrior! The power of the Hydra bloodline is activated! In an instant, Duan Feng Bu Er's body was covered with smooth black scales, like scales made of exquisite metal, his eyes were like the most perfect black gemstones, and the nails that were comparable to blades popped out of his fingers one by one.

Hydra blood warriors! Hydra blood warriors! Pan Yun yelled frantically in his heart, his eyes were fixed on the body of the bloody Hydra that was unstoppable, and his body trembled involuntarily. Who is this man? Why is there the power of Hydra blood? Isn't he called Bu Er? There is no one in the Pan family who is not a generation!

Actively listening to Duan Feng Bu Er's crappy lie, he found that most of the vigilance in Pan Yun's eyes disappeared, and in a blink of an eye he turned into a look eager to try, as if he completely believed Duan Feng Bu Er's words.

"But... the mysterious potion that can unlock the power of the blood?" Pan Yun trembled his hands, and mechanically walked towards Duanfengbuer step by step. He could only see the cowhide water bag filled with clear water in his sight.