So, Jiang Kungming went to the military school to give lectures during the day and visited the research institute at night to check on progress. Fortunately, everything had been well-prepared beforehand, and a month later, everything was basically on track, so there was no need for this great military strategist to rush back and forth anymore.

  When Xu Haifeng saw the power of those weapon samples produced by the Research Institute, he was silent for a long time and finally sighed: "With such a good device, what is the use of practicing martial arts?"

  As for Xu Haifeng's lament, Jiang Kongming was not convinced: "Master, your words are wrong. These weapons are good, but they still need someone to operate them. If the soldiers themselves are not up to par, they will still give others an opportunity to take advantage of them. Of course, when even more powerful weapons are created in the future, even a master-level martial artist who has spent their whole life practicing will be unable to withstand a single bullet. Only then will martial arts gradually exit the stage of history."

  Xu Haifeng was stunned and asked: "Is it possible that there are even more powerful weapons in the world than these?"

  Chiang Kung-ming sighed softly: "Just because it's impossible today doesn't mean it will be impossible in the future. It's just that when these things appear, they may not necessarily be a blessing for humanity."

  "Why is that?" Xu Haifeng asked in puzzlement.

  Jiang Kongming's face gradually showed a hint of mockery: "If the weapon in your hand can completely destroy this continent, what would you think?"

  Xu Haifeng stared at him for a while, finally confirming that he was not lying or exaggerating, and his face changed slightly: "How can there be such a powerful weapon?"

  Hehe, with a smile, Jiang Kongming's words were not shocking: "What if this kind of weapon is not in the hands of one family, but is possessed by many countries at the same time?"

  Even with Hai Feng's current composure, he couldn't help but lose his color. He shook his head and sighed, no longer having the interest to speak.

  Although the powerful weapons had been successfully developed, Jiang Gongming stood silently in front of them for a whole night. The next day, he ordered that all the weapon samples be sealed and strictly guarded, and the craftsmen were no longer allowed to come into contact with these new-style firearms. They only studied the drawings left by Jiang Gongming and developed new cold weapons according to the drawings.

  Perplexed by his strange decision, Xu Haifeng was puzzled, but the answer he got made him moved.

  Jiang Gongming said, "The students do not know that after the birth and popularity of these things, what kind of changes they will bring to this world. Their early appearance is beneficial for the lord, but for all humanity, it is a mixed blessing. The student's vision is short-sighted, unable to see the direction of the future, so I dare not be the pioneer, please let the lord decide instead."

  Xu Haifeng fell into deep thought for a while, finally let out a long sigh, turned around and left, never mentioning it again.

  After several months, everything was on the right track. Jiang Kung-ming followed Xu Haifeng to temporarily leave Wudang City and head deep into the Taihang Mountains to carry out a major campaign against bandits.

  This time, the soldiers brought by Xu Haifeng were all black flag soldiers. He did this to cover up, because the real purpose of this trip was absolutely not to be made public.

  In the words of General Chiang, although the Black Flag Army was invincible in bravery, they had a fatal weakness - being rigid and apathetic to everything. This was not obvious when their numbers were small, but when their numbers increased, it became extremely conspicuous and attracted attention.

  Although there are a few adaptable and growing warriors, their numbers are too small to be noticed in the crowd.

  Under Chiang Kung-ming's careful calculation, a conclusion was reached that the total number of Hei Qi Jun should be limited to tens of thousands. With their combat effectiveness, they should be able to cope with any sudden changes and crises without causing panic.

  The current Black Flag Army has only over 3,000 people, and in order to make up the number of 10,000 people, there is still a shortage of 7,000.

  These people are going to be drawn from where again, this grim problem was placed in front of Xu Haifeng.

  Although the number of new recruits in Wulong City has exceeded 10,000, Xuhai Feng is not yet willing to turn these people into blood warriors.

  Most of them are locals, and many have families. Once someone discovers their secret, it will inevitably cause a huge stir. If the truth is exposed, years of hard work will be destroyed in an instant.

  The best candidates to become Blood Wine Warriors were those unencumbered prisoners of war, but the previous batch of captives had mostly been ransomed back by the Caesarians for gold, leaving only a handful behind. For Xu Haifeng, that was just a drop in the bucket, not enough to make a difference.

  Besides, the casualty rate in prisoner-of-war camps was extremely high. It is absolutely impossible to take out 7,000 people at once.

  At this time, bandits in the south of Sleeping Dragon City were causing trouble, giving Xu Haifeng a perfect excuse and choice.

  It all started with this group of bandits, which can be traced back to the time when Emperor Xian of Han personally led a campaign.

  At that time, the people of Kaiyuan cleared the walls and fields, collecting all grain and grass into Lin'an City. Emperor Xian of Han, in order to meet the needs of his 200,000-strong army, had no choice but to scrape the earth bare, plundering everything that could be taken.

  This approach, which left no room for compromise, sparked widespread public outrage.

  One day three robberies, is there no reason to rebel. In the face of starvation, those starving people put down their hoes and picked up steel knives, sickles and kitchen knives to launch a desperate resistance against the Han army.

  At that time, the Han army was powerful, and the two major military groups came out in full force, with more than 200,000 troops besieging the city. How could these farmers without any combat experience resist?

  The city of Lin'an was surrounded by hundreds of miles of land, with blood flowing like rivers, and the two sides had formed an irreconcilable deep hatred.

  Although after Xu Haifeng took down Lin'an City, Emperor Han Xian ordered the opening of granaries to relieve the situation which was like water and fire at that time, there were still some people who did not want to surrender and hid in the Taihang Mountains, becoming bandits.

  Lin'an City is surrounded by vast plains on its east, west and north sides. Only ten miles to the south lies the continuous Taihang Mountains.

  Since ancient times, this has been a good place to hide troops and ambushes. Although Tong Yifeng knew that there was such a force, he did not dare to send troops to destroy it due to insufficient strength.

  While Xu Haifeng's Black Flag Army arrived, plus Fang Ming's 5,000 light cavalry, defending Lin'an City was more than enough, and sending troops to punish them was also the right time.

  At noon, with the red sun overhead, a team of people set out slowly from Wulong City and headed south.

  There were about two hundred people in this team, escorting more than twenty large carts. Just by looking at the tightly covered carts, one could guess that the goods inside were the most famous and unique products of Wolong City - high-concentration white wine.

  Xu Haifeng poked his head out of a large vehicle and suddenly praised: "Military strategist, you are absolutely right. I have already sensed that there is a strong killing intent ahead, and these thieves must have set their sights on us."

  Jiang Kongming, who was sitting in the same carriage, smiled and said: "If students don't even have this kind of skill, wouldn't it disappoint Master?"

  Ever since they received news of several business travelers being kidnapped a while ago, they have been paying attention to this.

  Jiang Kung-ming analyzed those few robbery cases and unexpectedly came to the conclusion that there must be a powerful force supporting these thieves, and they also have their internal response in Wudang City.

  It was with their intelligence that they got accurate information, and what they hijacked were the most valuable things.

  Under his special arrangement, Xu Haifeng led 200 cavalrymen to detour eastward, galloping hundreds of miles in one day, disguising themselves as a merchant team, and passing through the Taihang Mountains with great fanfare to arrive at Wulong City.

  He also ordered a large quantity of the finest white wine and a suit of the most expensive armor in the city, and this news spread like wings throughout the city. By the time he left three days later, everyone knew about it.

  Jiang Kung-ming had long expected that the informers within the city would not let this news slip by, and the bandits who received the news would not let go of such a fat prize right under their noses.

  The two of them exchanged a smile, after such a long time together, they had developed a kind of magical tacit understanding between them, their relationship was like that of master and servant, teacher and friend, extremely harmonious.

  The team went on for several hundred meters and came to a small path, when suddenly there was a loud shout from the top of the mountain. Instantly, the shouting shook the sky, and more than a thousand strong men rushed out from both sides of the mountain waist, surrounding the team.

  A man stood in front, with his chest exposed and a fierce expression on his face. His thick beard was like a messy grass, adding to his ferocity. He opened his throat and shouted: "Halt! This mountain is mine, this road is mine. If you want to pass through here, leave some money as toll. You little rascal in front, listen up! Quickly put down your weapons, tie up your hands, and I'll only take your goods, sparing your lives. If you dare resist, I'll kill all of you and feed the dogs!"

  In the past, when they heard his loud shout, the merchants below would either resist or surrender, and in any case, they would be thrown into chaos.

  But today was an exception. The two hundred or so people below just stared at him coldly, without anyone paying attention to him, as if he were a dead man.

  The man suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and shivered involuntarily.

  Although he was born reckless, at this time he felt a little wrong too.

  "Clap, clap, clap..." A round of applause came from inside the fleet, and Xu Haifeng smiled and got down from the big truck.

  Finally seeing someone taking charge, the man's tense expression relaxed a bit, and he shouted: "You little brat, quickly surrender, lest Grandfather takes action."

  "Surrender?" A sneer appeared on Xu Haifeng's face, and he sighed: "Unfortunately, in Mr. Xu's memory, I don't know how to write these two words."

  That man suddenly became furious and was about to order his subordinates to attack, when he felt a sudden tug on his sleeve. He turned around to see a thin man beside him, his face tense with anxiety, pulling on his sleeve with one hand while pointing ahead with the other, stammering: "He...he..."

  That man followed the direction of his arm and looked, what he was pointing at was the person who jumped off the car, and he couldn't help but get angry: "What's with him, why are you stuttering?"

  "He is Xu Haifeng." The thin man was startled by him and suddenly spoke out in a fluent tone, as if his soul had returned.

  "Xu Haifeng? What about Xu Haifeng... I'll still kill you..." He said this halfway, suddenly came to his senses, his face changed greatly, and asked in shock: "Xu Haifeng of the Black Flag Army?"

  "Hahaha......" Xǔ Hǎifēng burst out laughing and said, "It's indeed this Xǔ fellow. If you want him to surrender willingly, why not ask these four hundred young men if they agree or not."