The strongest commander in the last days

Chapter 272 Ingenious strategy, the enemy will be in chaos

Although Zhang Wei's family is rich, it is all the later demolition funds, and his parents are honest workers, so naturally he has no chance to go out to see the world.And Tie Jun was originally a power plant worker, and his pocket really didn't allow him to see too much of the world!

Originally, the two of them were not interested in singing and dancing, but when Ah San dancer came on stage, they were really shocked.The singing and dancing culture I witnessed is far from the video and television, and the visual impact on the scene is unimaginable.

Tall dancers wear light gauze, and thin chains made of agate and jade serve as headgears.With bare feet and lotus root arms and waist, every step is full of classical style and inexplicable charm.

The musicians on the side are all typical Ah San races, beating unknown musical instruments to make the atmosphere cheerful.

"Don't tell me, even though Ah San can't do anything, the dance music is really good, and she is really good at singing and dancing."

"That's right, how can you crash every day if you put this energy into doing the right thing? Would that make other countries look down on you?"

Tie Jun questioned: "I feel that this dress is very similar to ours in Xinjiang. Does Ah San have anything to do with the Uyghurs?"

Zhang Wei searched his stomach for miscellaneous knowledge, and explained uncertainly: "Maybe it has something to do with it? The climate in Xinjiang is very similar to that of Ah San, and the distance between the two is not far away. It is normal for them to have similar clothes.

Furthermore, the dance in Xinjiang is more passionate and unrestrained, mainly due to the love of the people.And Asanwu is for the so-called gods to see, which makes it a little more mysterious.If you look at the dancing girls, they are all Brahmins, born nobles! "

"Huh? Aristocrats performing dances? It's really hard to understand. Shouldn't nobles appreciate dancing?"

Zhang Wei said with contempt: "Those who enjoy dancing belong to the nobles! Those of low caste are not even qualified to learn dancing."

A group of waiters walked back and forth silently amid the singing and dancing. If it weren't for the various foods in their hands, Zhang Wei would have thought they were here for an assassination.

Looking at the plates and bowls on the low table, Tie Jun pouted and said, "Is there any meaty smell? Besides onions and curry, there are also milk and candy. Is this for distinguished guests?"

"Are you really determined to eat it? The symposium contains two candies."

The music changed accordingly, the waiter opened the main door, and a group of attendants walked out neatly, surrounded by the master.Several maids dressed in more advanced clothes came quickly, and hung two pale yellow garlands around the necks of Zhang Wei and Tie Jun with a clever smile.

Zhang Wei and Tie Jun didn't know which song to sing, so they had to sit upright and watch the development of the situation quietly.Then, surrounded by several monks, an old man with dry skin appeared in front of Zhang Wei.

Name: Mo Jia, Yadu
Race: Earth belongs to humans
Level: Tier [-] (Golden)
Title/Occupation: Priest

Hometown: Mumbai

Introduction: A senior professional of the fifth level, bathing in the holy water of the Ganges all the year round and awakening through it.Inherited from the ancient Brahmanism, he is a lofty spiritual leader of the Three Kingdoms.It has the ability to connect the six paths, invite gods to descend to the mortal world, and can temporarily borrow part of the power of the gods and Buddhas in the sky.Its body is relatively fragile and has a long swing before casting.It is a multi-functional non-independent occupation and needs cooperation very much.

The old man didn't know Citigroup, and Zhang Wei naturally didn't know Ah San, but the old man didn't even bring a translator by his side, just talking on his own.The sound seemed to come from an extremely distant place, with an inexplicable meaning.

"Two children from the Celestial Dynasty, thank you for being able to meet you under God's guidance."

Tie Jun exclaimed: "I, Cao, I understand it, what kind of skill is this?"

"Son, don't be surprised, this is just a little charm of ancient Sanskrit."

"Can you understand me too?"

Seeing the old man nodding, Zhang Wei introduced himself: "We are soldiers of the Celestial Dynasty, Zhang Wei and Tie Jun. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Mo Jia, Yadu, but the common name has not been used, you can call me the priest."

"I heard that you invited us to a banquet to thank you for saving our lives, but you were not on that plane back then, right? I don't know what's the point of inviting us over here?" Zhang Wei cut straight to the point and picked the main line, saving some trouble with the old monk. Turning around, that's not the direction I'm good at.

The chief priest said: "Mr. Zhang is indeed very wise and powerful. But his anger is too strong, and I'm afraid he won't be tolerated by all the tribes of heaven. I wonder if you can let me do some divination?"

Zhang Wei said impatiently: "I said old man, can we talk about something serious? Is it interesting to keep doing Zen charades? Wouldn't it be nice if you have the time to go out and do some work? No wonder you guys can't do whatever you want, It’s useless to do it all day.”

The officiant was twitched by Zhang Wei's words, but after many years of cultivation, he was able to resist, and then said with a normal expression: "To comprehend the will of the gods and guide the lost, how can there be no lamp-carriers on the road?"

"Wouldn't it be possible for thousands of John Bulls to occupy you even if you were holding a lamp? Hundreds of thousands of Kshatriyas are like paper, and they have been colonized for nearly a hundred years. In modern times, you think you can do it, but your gods have not told and China almost lost its capital within a month of the conflict?
He also showed me how to cultivate a variety of fields when I was lost. How can hundreds of millions of people in Ah San have no food?What are you talking about? "

"The tempering of this life is a punishment for the world, so as to atone for minor crimes! And the words of God must be..."

Watching the old priest start to preach, Zhang Wei covered his head and said, "It's ok, stop! Let's put aside the topic of religion for a while, can we talk about something serious? If you don't count divination, then there is nothing to talk about? If not, I’ll take my leave.”

"Guests stay tuned! Since we don't want to get married, let's move on to the next topic!"

"Isn't this enough? If you have something to say to the chief priest, we can talk as long as we don't use the banners of Fentian, Shiva or other great gods."

The old chief priest closed his eyes slightly, as if he was brewing words, and then said slowly: "Since the two of you don't like the theory of gods and religion, let's avoid this topic! I wonder what the two of you think about the general trend of the world?"

Zhang Wei:  …

"Well, it looks like it's going to rain. If the officiant has nothing to do, I'll go home and collect my clothes."

Officiant:?
"If you don't play charades, you will die! Think I haven't seen the Three Kingdoms? Isn't it okay to just talk if you have something to say? You just ask us for something, and then you can give us something and it's over. What are you doing with those empty-headed people?
We want to take advantage and we want to be grateful, but what about us Chinese people who are empty-handed? "

Zhang Wei and Tie Jun got up and were about to leave. The priest gritted his teeth and said, "You two are holding back. Ah San only wants to unite! In view of the thousands of years of exchanges between the two countries, and in view of the fact that they are both ancient civilizations, Listen to me!"

Zhang Wei stopped and said, "United? What kind of joint hair? What do you want, and what do you want?"

(End of this chapter)