Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Depend on!

Chen Shaoqing slammed his dragon-shaped crescent blade on the ground, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

If this bug can't be exploited, the losses will be enormous.

Forget it, I'll look into that entry later. Right now, let's deal with the Yellow Turban Rebellion first.

He went outside, looked up at the setting sun, and headed towards the city wall.

......

Weibo military camp.

Wu Song and others accompanied Ma Yaozu to the military training ground.

While it's said that they were accompanying each other, "pledged" would be a more appropriate term.

Ma Yaozu is nothing but a puppet.

The military camp was even worse than Ma Yaozu had described.

Gambling, napping, drinking... it's all too common.

Ma Yaozu knew that the man beside him was Chen Shao's confidant, and also a formidable figure.

He lowered his head and smiled apologetically:

"Please don't take offense, Master Wu. This place is just like this; it's all Chen Du's fault."

After walking a few steps inside, a few slovenly soldiers swaggered towards us.

The leader was a captain.

He wore his helmet askew, his waist knife hung loosely on his belt, and he walked with a swaying gait.

He saw Ma Yaozu and whistled loudly.

He lewdly teased:

"Hey, isn't this my brother-in-law!"

"What brings you to this wretched place today?"

"Brother-in-law, why don't you introduce us to your wives? We brothers are all eyeing them. I heard the prince's new wives from Jiangnan are absolutely gorgeous. Has brother-in-law been enjoying them all by himself?"

The soldiers behind him did the same, constantly mocking him.

The saying "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked" perfectly describes this situation.

It's understandable that Chen Du's military discipline led to him being looked down upon and even verbally abused by his subordinates.

Wu Song frowned, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

Ma Yaozu quickly stopped him, lowering his voice to say:

"Master Wu, please calm down. This man is very important; he is the eldest grandson of the Jiang family of Weibo."

"The Jiang family is very powerful in Weibo, and even Chen Du has to be wary of them."

"This man is known for his tyranny and has a nickname, 'Jiang the Plague God,' which means that anyone who gets involved with him will be in big trouble."

"I'll go and talk to them first. With the military tally in hand, I'm not afraid they'll disobey."

Wu Song nodded with a stern face.

He didn't want things to escalate to an unbearable level.

Ma Yaozu straightened his clothes, raised the bronze tiger tally in his hand high, and said in a loud voice with all his might:

"All generals, heed my command! By order of the Prince, muster your troops and proceed immediately to the city walls to repel the Yellow Turban rebels!"

Hearing the commotion, more and more people flocked to this side.

They surrounded Ma Yaozu and the others.

Jiang the Plague God chuckled.

"Brother-in-law, what are you doing, showing off with that piece of junk?"

"What Yellow Turban rebels? Let them come and rob us. They'll leave once they've robbed us enough."

"Last time they came to borrow grain, didn't the Prince treat them to good food and drink before sending them off?"

"Besides, our general was summoned by the prince for drinks today and hasn't returned yet. With the general absent, who gives you the right to boss people around in this military camp?"

"What, you little brat, are you planning to rebel against your uncle and seize power?"

Several seasoned soldiers behind him started making a fuss:

"That's right, that's right. Brother-in-law, if you want to show your loyalty, why don't you go back and massage the prince's legs instead of keeping the brothers from gambling?"

"It's just in time for the Yellow Turban rebels to come. The brothers haven't been paid for months. We can rob them a couple of times and make some extra money."

Ma Yaozu, his face flushed with anger, raised the military tally and shouted sternly:

"The military tally is here! Seeing this tally is like seeing the prince! Do you intend to rebel?"

Jiang the Plague God didn't even bother to glance at the military tally, and sneered:

"Rebellion? What are we rebelling against? We are the prince's men, and you are the prince's men too. We are all one family. Talking about rebellion would only hurt our feelings."

Wu Song, who had been silent the whole time, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Ma Yaozu is used to being a coward; when will Wu Song ever put up with this kind of humiliation?

"Has your mother died?"

Jiang the Plague God was taken aback. His gaze fell on Wu Dong, and he looked him up and down with disdain.

"Who's this? What kind of unfamiliar brat is this? Your new lackey, brother-in-law? Pretty arrogant, huh? What are you glaring at me for? What did you just say?"

Wu Song chuckled:

Lao Tzu said, "Is your mother seeking death?"

"Ouch!"

Instead of getting angry, Jiang the Plague God laughed.

"You're quite the man, aren't you? How about you come out and spar with your Master Jiang?"

Ma Yaozu hurriedly whispered again:

"Master Wu, although this man is a playboy, he's not a good-for-nothing."

"His martial arts skills were so formidable that he was invincible throughout Weibo, and no one in the military camp could match him."

"Otherwise, he could be so arrogant. Master Wu, don't fall for it."

Upon hearing this, Wu Song's eyes lit up.

Unbeatable in Weibo? That's perfect, that's what makes it interesting to fight someone like that.

It's beneath your dignity to fight a lowly henchman!

This is perfect for establishing authority.

He shoved Ma Yaozu aside, stepped forward, and slammed his broadsword into the ground with a clang.

The blade sank half a foot into the ground, causing a spiderweb-like crack to appear on the surface.

Wu Song clenched and unclenched his fists, making a cracking sound.

"If I can't kill you in three punches with my bare hands, you don't need to lift a finger, I'll take care of it myself!"

Ultimate confidence stems from overwhelming firepower.

Since his debut, Wu Song has been unmatched on horseback and on land, let alone on horseback.

Even in a place like the Dragon Subduing Gang, where hidden talents abound, it would be difficult to find an opponent who could withstand ten rounds.

What a load of rubbish, this Jiang the Plague God! He's nothing but a scoundrel who smears his own face and sells his head off as a signboard.

Jiang the Plague God laughed three times, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He ripped off his armor and battle robes, revealing a body of bronze-colored, fleshy muscles.

As the saying goes, "A man's reputation is not undeserved." Jiang the Plague God is indeed quite capable; his chest muscles are like iron plates, and his abdominal muscles are clearly defined.

The veins were coiled under the skin like earthworms.

This appearance immediately drew cheers from behind.

"General Jiang is mighty!"

"Let this country bumpkin see the might of Weibo."

"When General Chiang Kai-shek went to war, not a blade of grass could withstand him."

The field was quickly set up.

The soldiers formed a large circle, surrounding the two men in the center.

More and more people gathered to watch, and in no time the area was completely packed.

Wu Song was not in a hurry to make a move.

The goal is to establish authority, so naturally the more people there are, the better.

Jiang the Plague God pried open his head with both hands, his neck joints cracking.

They were jumping and hopping around, looking quite energetic.

"You country bumpkin, you've successfully ignited my rage!"

Jiang the Plague God roared.

He struck first, his fist, as big as a clay pot, was fast and powerful.

It blasted towards Wu Song's face like a cannonball.

If that punch lands...

An ordinary person's head would probably explode.

Wu Song neither dodged nor evaded, but stepped forward with his left foot and thrust his right fist out from his waist, meeting Jiang Wenshen's fist head-on.

A true battle of men, every punch lands hard.

boom!

The two fists collided in mid-air.

A dull, crisp cracking sound of bone breaking.

The sinister smile on Jiang Wenshen's face froze instantly.

Only then did he realize that he had messed with the wrong person.

The punch felt like it had struck a red-hot steel plate.

Then, excruciating pain traveled down that arm.

His entire right arm drooped rapidly, and before he could even scream, Wu Song had already slammed it down again.

The punch landed squarely on his chest, causing at least a comminuted fracture of his sternum.

Immediately afterwards, a fist fell from the ground, striking Jiang the Plague God squarely on the temple.

KO punch!