As for the psychological changes of these people, Jiang Kungming naturally had a plan in mind. He suddenly turned around and pointed at Taiyi Zhenren: "This immortal elder is who, everyone shouldn't be unaware, right?"

  Everyone was stunned, and even Taizhen had a moment of astonishment.

  His mind was not here, though his eyes seemed to be closed, but in his heart it was like a stormy sea, and he could not calm down for a long time. It had been nearly forty years since he had been so excited.

  Just as Jiang Kongming fired the Peacock Feather, dozens of silver needles shimmering with azure light formed a dazzling blue light curtain under the sunlight, as if a beautiful blue peacock had spread its elegant long tail, shining brightly and touching people's hearts.

  However, hidden beneath this dazzling beauty is an infinitely deep layer of deadly mechanisms. This peacock feather appears to be inconspicuous on the surface, but once triggered, the fine needles inside shoot out swiftly and unexpectedly, omnipresent yet impossible to guard against.

  Such a thing can no longer be called a hidden weapon, it has become bright and unclear, and it is also reasonable to call it a bright weapon.

  Once the launch switch is pressed, under the sky, those who can escape with their lives from the peacock's feathers are few. Counting the people present, it is feared that only four masters, Qin Yong, and the monkey child hiding on the treetop, quietly and silently, will survive.

  How did Jiang Kungming make such a powerful and unparalleled hidden weapon?

  At the same time, a layer of gloom also settled in the old man's heart.

  Jiang Gongming was right, it's not that a scholar with no strength to tie a chicken is inferior, even a three-year-old child who can press a switch. As long as he has a gun in his hand, he can easily take the life of a martial artist who has practiced for decades.

  The emergence of this thing has completely changed the common sense of this era.

  Decades of diligent practice and bitter training, yet still can't compare to others' effortless press of a finger.

  What's the point of practicing martial arts then?

  Chiang Kung-ming also said that this thing is only one of the basic configurations of each special forces unit. Since he said so, it means that there are at least more than 200 such peacock feathers. In other words, this thing is no longer a unique treasure in the world, but a mass-produced product that can be produced on a large scale.

  If you can produce 10,000, then produce 100,000. The old man's face gradually turned solemn, and at that time, what's the point of practicing martial arts...

  This thing is not very useful on the battlefield, but it's a great murder weapon for assassination. Just thinking about a master walking down the street and suddenly being ambushed by a peacock feather, losing his life, sends chills down one's spine.

  Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard Jiang Gongming solemnly introduce himself, and immediately woke up, concentrating to wait.

  "If even the real person doesn't know, then all these years of martial arts training would be in vain." Zhang Zhong's words carried a hint of indignation. His mentor was a junior of Taiyi Zhenren and had a deep connection with him, so he revered the old man deeply and couldn't tolerate anyone being disrespectful to him.

  "That's great, Taizhen True Man heard that you all want to join forces and fight together, he is very pleased. He decided to take on the role of honorary instructor for the special forces unit himself, and will also provide guidance in martial arts for each member. If there are any difficulties or doubts during the learning process, he will naturally explain them in detail with kindness towards his juniors." Jiang Kongming said with a smile.

  "Ah……" The eyes of the various Jianghu figures all showed incredible expressions, as a master-level expert came to guide them out of their confusion. It was this old master who claimed to be the number one in the world, with unparalleled experience and over 110 years of age.

  Where can I find such good things again?

  Xu Haifeng and Xia Yajun looked at Taiyi Zhenren with some surprise, had the old man really agreed to this matter?

  Taiyi Zhenren still had no expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard anything, but given his identity, since he didn't deny it on the spot, that was equivalent to acknowledging it.

  The couple looked at each other and secretly sighed that this Jiang Da Jun Shi was really good at talking, and even the old man was moved by him.

  He is an old man who has been out of touch with worldly affairs for decades, and unexpectedly, he still has the idea of making a comeback.

  Seeing everyone's intention, Jiang Kongming stretched out his hand and beckoned, and someone brought over a roll of white silk. He laughed loudly: "Everyone listen up, recruitment for the first batch of special forces members is now open, spots are limited, first come first served. Whoever wants to join, please leave your name or fingerprint on this."

  Martial artists, it's naturally impossible for everyone to be literate. Many people can't even write their own names, so using a fingerprint is also an alternative method.

  "May I ask, General Chiang, what is the purpose of this special task force now that it has been formed?" A slender man squeezed out from the crowd and asked with a bow.

  "What do you think?"

  That man furrowed his brow for half a moment, before finally saying: "If I'm guessing correctly, our mission isn't to act as scouts or protect high-ranking generals, but to launch a surprise attack on the enemy army."

  Jiang Kongming nodded repeatedly and asked: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

  That man pointed to the peacock feather with his hand and said, "The peacock feather is good, but it's too dangerous. Since this thing has such power, it must be a precious thing. Using it to equip scouts is impossible, and bringing it to guard generals is also a waste of talent. This thing can only exert its greatest effect in the dark, so I think this special team is a dare-to-die team that specializes in blocking the opponent's high-level generals."

  Everyone who heard him speak thought he was absolutely right and they all agreed with him in their hearts.

  Jiang Kongming took a closer look, and this man had a wooden face, unexpectedly he was such a shrewd person. And since he spoke, others stopped talking, apparently this person has quite an identity.

  "Your Excellency is..."

  "Under your guidance, General, I will make sure to improve my skills in the lower realm of Wing Flying."

  Cheng Yifei, Jiang Kungming's brain with terrifying memory immediately recalled this person's information.

  In the northern martial arts world, his name was quite loud, known as Zhī Duō Xīng. However, he had an illegitimate birth and ended up becoming a bandit in a mountain stronghold.

  "Cheng Zhai Zhu said half of it was right." Jiang Kongming smiled and said.

  A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and Cheng Yifei said, "I was just about to ask for advice."

  "The Caesar's men are not fools, and the protection of high-ranking officers must be strict. It is extremely difficult to carry out an assassination. Even if it were possible to succeed by luck, it would necessarily require a large number of casualties, which may not be worth it. The special forces team set up by the students has invested a lot of blood and sweat, and they don't want it to disappear in vain."

  "Uh..."

  Jiang Kongming stretched out his hand, interrupting his inquiry, and said loudly: "Good steel is used on the blade, the true purpose of the special forces, please forgive Jiang for keeping it a secret. If Commander Cheng can join in, then one day he will certainly come to know."

  Cheng Yifei stared tightly at Jiang Kongming's eyes, and after a moment, he finally nodded: "Alright, Cheng believes in General Jiang. Since that's the case, I'll be the first to sign up."

  Wait a minute...

  Cheng Yifei looked at Jiang Kongming in surprise and uncertainty, wondering what he was up to.

  "Commander Cheng, you should know that once an army is formed, it must have military discipline and laws. Before joining, please ask yourself if you can't bear the constraints, then please leave." Jiang Kongming said calmly: "If you enter the army and still do as I please, you will be beheaded without pardon."

  Cheng Yifei took a sudden breath of cold air, his eyes flashing with uncertainty.

  "My master has always been clear in his rewards and punishments. If one achieves merit, even if it means granting them a fiefdom, it's not impossible." Jiang Kongming's words slowed down suddenly, but they seemed to carry a mesmerizing tone: "The special forces will not be deployed unless absolutely necessary, but when they are, they must achieve great success. Commander Cheng, consider this carefully."

  Cheng Yifei's face changed color, his eyes moved from the four great masters on the stage to Qin Yong and Zhebie, then looked at the black flag army below with a murderous aura, finally made up his mind, stepped forward, picked up the wolf hair brush, and signed his name on the white silk.

  Now that someone has set an example, the worries of those who follow are greatly reduced.

  But in a short moment, even the Hu Temple was also a long sigh, joining the ranks of special forces.

  In the end, there was only one person left, still hesitating and indecisive.

  "Is Zhang Yishi unwilling? Doesn't he want to serve the country?" Jiang Kungming asked with a surprised expression.

  The rest of the people looked at this one of the six northern absolute beings of the great Han Dynasty, and they were all extremely shocked in their hearts.

  Zhang Zhongren is as his name suggests, with a heart full of loyalty and integrity. He is also a straightforward and unyielding person, if it's said that he doesn't want to serve the country, that's absolutely impossible, only it's unknown why, until now he also appears to be indecisive.

  Faced with the silent questioning of the crowd, Zhang Zhong let out a long sigh and said, "Using these things, it's somewhat... not quite aboveboard, is it?"

  The crowd was stunned, with different expressions on their faces. Some, like Lü Yangming, rolled their eyes and looked up at the sky. Others, like Hu Sicheng, were embarrassed, unable to laugh or cry. Some, like Xu Haifeng, remained expressionless, as if they hadn't heard anything. Some, like Cheng Yifei, had a cold smile on their lips, looking disdainful. But there were also those who felt guilty and ashamed, hanging their heads in silence.

  "May I ask, Zhang Yishi." Jiang Kongming seemed to have guessed his answer long ago and was not surprised at all. He only asked, "Do you know what the Tubo people did after the invasion of the Khitan?"

  Zhang Zhong shook his head, in his heart, whether it was the Tufan people or the Jie people, they were not the great Han people. What did it matter to him who won or lost, it was just dogs biting each other, what did it have to do with himself?

  Jiang Kongming's smile slowly faded from his face, and his voice was low and infectious: "After the Roman army broke into Lin'an City, they immediately slaughtered all the imperial princes, and then looted wildly, leaving nothing behind. For several years, the people were displaced, and the dead filled the streets. It wasn't until the previous emperor personally led a campaign that the people were rescued from the brink of disaster."

  He gazed intently at Zhang Zhong and asked, "Now that the Huns are increasing their troops again, I ask you, General Zhang, do you want such a tragedy to happen again within the borders of Great Han?"

  Zhang Zhong's face changed, and he loudly denied: "Nonsense, I've never had such thoughts."

  "Is that so?" Jiang Gongming suddenly sneered, "Zhang Daxia, this is a struggle between two countries, not a martial arts competition. If you still can't put down the airs of a martial arts master, then there's no need to join us. What I want are true heroes who can abandon their personal reputation for the sake of the Han people, not those fake benevolent and hypocritical gentlemen."

  Zhang Zhong's face turned iron-green, and he said hatefully: "Who did you say is a hypocrite?"

  With a cold smile, as if from the bottom of his heart, Jiang Kongming sternly shouted: "Caesar's people invaded our land, we defend our homes and country, naturally without choosing means. What's more, you don't kill him, are you waiting for him to go and harm even more Han brothers tomorrow? Give an invader a fair opportunity? Heh... do you know how many brothers will have to pay with their lives to maintain your own reputation? Which is more important, your reputation or their lives?"

  Zhang Zhong's mouth was sealed, his face gradually turned from blue to white, and after a long time, he finally walked forward and stamped his handprint on the white silk.

  The bright red mark shines like blood, shocking at first sight.

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