Zhang Lu turned around and left.

Starting from the former site of the Zunyi Conference, we entered the mountains ahead.

Various culling forms of plants flashed in his mind.

The morning glory's culling is a vine, like a rope, instantly tangling towards the prey.

The man-eating flower closed, and as the prey approached, it suddenly opened, like the mouth of a giant beast, and slaughtered away.

...

The culling must be as fast as thunder to give the prey a fatal blow.

During the culling process, the murderous aura was restrained.

This is completely different from the killing power of the wind and the killing power of the thunder.

The energy is hidden but not revealed, and there are both the wind-killing power and the violent and domineering power of thunder.

Before he knew it, Zhang Lu had already walked into the mountains.

And at this moment, on the plane.

Chamberlain watched Zhang Lu leave and smiled with satisfaction: "Zhang Lu has wisdom, history has left him a deep imprint."

"The understanding and wisdom are both excellent people, and this talent is enough to envy others." Mao Yisheng nodded and said, "I guess my junior brother should know how to restrain his sharpness before he arrived in Chishui!"

Combined with history, Mao Yisheng was inspired by his feelings.

"This edge is like the Red Army in Jinggangshan in the past, writing that sparks can start a prairie fire. Everyone has ambitions and won several battles."

"I thought I had found a way to subdue the enemy, but I failed the fifth time."

"Why? Isn't I overestimating myself, I put forward the wrong strategic idea of ​​confronting the enemy head-on, and I also want to occupy big cities..."

Mao Yisheng shook his head: "This is all the bloody price."

Zhang Lu is strong enough, but he is also too sharp.

This is the reason why Chinese people emphasize centrality and peace, and the most rigid and easy to break.

As Zhang Lu's physical body improved, his momentum became more and more fierce. Wherever he went, he was a sharp blade that was unsheathed.

Chamberlain said: "If he wants to become the strongest soldier king in the fifth category, or even the strongest soldier king who can resist the four super soldier kings, he must know a lot."

"Killing and violent are wind and thunder, but there are only two types of killing powers, which is not enough. You must reach four types of killing powers. Wind, rain, thunder and lightning form a perfect cycle. This is the fundamental reason why the hermit is the most powerful."

"But this process is extremely easy to occur, and those who are tough are easy to break. Just like the great generals in history, Chang Yuchun, Lan Yu and others, they are also strong soldiers in modern times, but they are prone to death early."

Mao Yisheng said: "The teacher has good intentions, so I don't know if the junior brother can realize this painstaking effort."

"Retracing the Long March is to make them echo the Red Army soldiers in history through time and space, creating emotional resonance."

"This resonance is the military soul remaining in the dust of history."

Chamberlain said: "Whether you can become the strongest soldier king depends on himself."

As for Fire Phoenix, Chamberlain is no longer worried now.

The Fire Phoenix has already begun.

As long as you can complete the Long March in a month, have the will of steel, fix the killing momentum of all things, and make rapid progress in the future, a thousand miles a day, that is certain.

To be honest, the Fire Phoenix female soldiers made such rapid progress and found their direction so quickly, which shocked both of them.

It seems that the tenacity and sensitivity of female soldiers are even more terrifying than male soldiers.

Although female soldiers have congenital physical deficiencies, women have certain aspects and have unique advantages.

Of course, all this depends on whether the female soldiers can leap through the initial hurdle.

In fact, the rapid progress of the female soldiers is due to accumulation and development.

There are such a good reference example of Zhang Lu, and Zhang Lu will disperse his insights on certain aspects to the female soldiers, such as fighting, shooting, lurking, etc.

At first, the female soldiers did not understand, but they understood something in the heavy sense of history and the extremely rich Long March road.

...

Zhang Lu walked among the forest.

The steps are not to run, but to walk step by step.

However, even if you leave, Zhang Lu's speed is faster than many people running.

As we stepped on, the figure had already emerged.

I jumped over the mountains and forests and entered a rainforest, and finally passed through the rainforest with miasma, and entered the grassland.

This grassland is the famous Songpan grassland in history, which is what we often call the grassland in northwest Sichuan.

The climate here is cold, but the water and grass are lush.

The Red Army did not expect that the grassland would be so terrible, with murderous intent hidden everywhere.

Zhang Lu stepped into the grass and continued to penetrate deeper.

Sometimes, most of his body was flooded by water, so he swam across, walked along the diving area, stepping on the aquatic plants.

The most terrifying thing about the grassland is the quagmire.

Once you fall into it, you cannot break free. Not to mention humans, even large animals, will have to be swallowed up by the quagmire.

However, Zhang Lu had his sixth sense and avoided the quagmire while walking.

In this way, Zhang Lu didn't know how long he had been away.

The mud on his body was dried and formed a thick layer of mud with his combat uniform.

The combat uniform was scratched by vines, cut by sharp water plants, and was ragged.

Now Zhang Lu is like a down-and-out traveler, full of dust.

But his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

This made him look not a traveler walking aimlessly, but a warrior with clear direction and goals.

In my mind.

The golden Bodhi seeds are shining with light, and layers of hazy golden light flashes constantly.

Zhang Lu looks back on past history.

Left-leaning adventureism is certainly the army, but right-leaning conservatism is not good either.

What the ancients said was impartial, just like a piece of tofu. Tofu has a soft side, condensed into pieces, and then it has a hard side.

Soft and hardness are perfectly integrated on the tofu.

Zhang Lu walked along the way, but he didn't know if he had crossed the grassland, and a big river appeared in front of him.

The river is lined with golden wheat fields, and the turbulent river water irrigates the surrounding plants, making it full of vitality.

In the river, fish leaps on the water and flowers bloom on the other side to form a harmonious picture. This is the harvest season.

Zhang Lu walked on the earth with a smile on his face. He walked faster and faster, his pores were open and extremely sensitive, constantly opening and closing, feeling the whispers of insects around him.

Sudden.

Uncontrolled.

The plum blossom seeds run on their own, forming a perfect internal circulation.

From the lower abdomen to the chest, it is hot, and you can see a ball of things that float on the muscles from time to time, just like a little mouse walking in your body.

This is……

Zhang Lu was secretly shocked.

In addition to plum blossom seeds, there are also human-eating trees, which are not controlled and stimulated by themselves.

The violent qi and blood of the man-eating tree continue to flow backwards, entering the circulation of plum blossoms, and the heat continues to rise.

Zhang Lu's face was blushing, but there was a smile on his face, and he was not affected.

Sudden.

The qi and blood accumulated to a certain level, and a strange scene appeared in the air he breathed.

The clear one rises, the turbid one falls, and the inner circulation is like rising clouds and mist, and it is about to reach its peak!
Chapter completed!