Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, nodded, and accepted it calmly.

His eyes were dim, looking into the distance, and said calmly:

"Get me a coat."

"Yes." The defenders all bowed in response and went to look for clean clothes.

"Zhao Shaoxia, go to my official residence. I have someone..." Chen Weimin bowed and clasped his fists. He wanted to keep Zhao Wujiang, so that Dongsheng City would have the greatest protection.

"I still have to rush to a place." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and said with a faint smile:

"There will be people coming to protect this city.

In addition, remember to search the medicine shops in several nearby cities or people's homes later to find three medicinal materials: sulfur, charcoal, saltpeter, and I will teach you how to make fire thunder to increase your combat power and use it to defend against the enemy.

If this city has enough, we will transport the fire thunder we made to other cities to help them kill the Japanese people."

The prefect Chen Weimin was stunned for a moment, thinking, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense.

There are some fire mines in Dongsheng City, but not many. If more fire mines can be produced, it will undoubtedly greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the defenders.

However, this young hero named Zhao Wujiang kept saying that he wanted to teach them how to make fire thunder. How did he know how to make it?

Zhao Wujiang? Zhao Wujiang, Zhao... Wujiang? Hiss... Secretary of Kyoto, Young Supervisor, Zhao Wujiang, the gifted Master Zhao!

Chen Weimin's old eyes widened. He had felt that the name Zhao Wujiang was very familiar before, but now he suddenly realized that the young hero he thought was in front of him was the famous Master Zhao in Kyoto.

He has superb medical skills and talents, is rich in power, and is good at political planning. He is responsible for many matters in the Ministry of Industry. He developed Fire Thunder, which changed the predicament in the southern border, and he was favored by the emperor.

Chen Weimin had only known this kind of character from some rumors and letters from Kyoto before, but now he was standing in front of him alive.

Moreover, he was horrified to discover that such a civil servant whom the world thought was an elegant civil servant was actually a secretly powerful man who killed nearly 20,000 Japanese people with one person!

Living with such a person in his life, and being able to witness the elegance of such a person with his own eyes, is really a blessing.

He was trembling, and was about to bow again in reverence, when he felt a wisp of breeze wrap around him, and his body moved uncontrollably a foot away in an instant.

Before he could react, he heard a whistling sound coming from behind. He glanced sideways and saw a simple long sword with a hilt wrapped in gray and black linen. It arrived in the blink of an eye and stabbed Zhao Wujiang.

He has no martial arts training and cannot feel any sword energy at all, but he can feel that this long sword contains a suffocating and terrifying aura. It seems that if he gets even more than an inch closer, he will be immediately killed.

This breath collapsed into a bloody mist.

Zhao Wujiang's expression was indifferent from beginning to end. The long sword penetrated within one foot of his body, but it stayed within three feet of his body, unable to move even an inch forward.

The blade of the sword buzzed, and it seemed to be increasing in strength, and the sword energy became more and more powerful. The sword energy roared on the entire tower, and the strong wind whipped up, making a whistling sound.

Zhao Wujiang Yun Danfeng gently held the tip of the sword, gently held the long sword with his backhand, and touched the sword body. The long sword, which was so fierce and unbearable, immediately stopped buzzing and became extremely docile in his hand.

"The sword is not bad." Zhao Wujiang's brows were gentle and he praised sincerely.

He raised his eyes slightly and glanced at a middle-aged man in linen clothes who came with the sword, as well as a group of strong men flying behind him with swords.

This group of people came from Jianzhong, and he had already sensed it when he was about to step out of Dongji Island.

The middle-aged man in linen clothes slanted his sword eyebrows into his temples, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he stood tall and straight without speaking a word, like a sharp sword holding up the sky.

He just looked at Zhao Wujiang, who was indifferent and gentle, and determined something. His eyes were firm, and he swung his clothes. He knelt down on one knee together with the strong man who stepped onto the tower behind him, and bowed to Zhao Wujiang, with a loud and low voice.

, said respectfully:
Chapter completed!