Chapter 700 Martial Arts Tournament
"A tourney? What are you doing? At this moment? A tourney? Are you kidding me?"
Looking at the invitation letter that had just been sent to his hotel, Fukong thought it was an invitation letter to a banquet. At worst, it might be that some young lady took a fancy to him and was secretly flirting with him.
This kind of stuff looks like garbage to him, and he will throw it into the trash can.
But I didn't expect that today's garbage seemed to be a bit extraordinarily explosive.
After reading it again to confirm that he had read it correctly, the doubt on Fukong's face still did not fade away.
He could understand the martial arts tournament itself. At most, he thought it was a bit strange that in this era of declining martial arts, there were still people interested in holding a martial arts tournament.
But the problem is that this timing is a little too funny.
Now we are fighting a foreign war, and it is also a war against foreign aggression.
At this time, one either ignores the outside world and refuses to get involved in worldly affairs, or refuses to be born, or one goes out to war out of feelings for one's family and country, and uses one's martial arts skills to kill enemies and make meritorious deeds on the battlefield.
I never thought of the rationale of holding a Laoshizi martial arts tournament at this time. What a waste of manpower? Could it be that the war situation has improved recently, so everyone has begun to have such a leisurely mind? But how come he didn't know about this?
If anyone else had brought it to him, he would still have been too lazy to throw it into the trash can.
But this invitation letter came from the top of the dynasty.
In other words, it is officially held...
Fu Kong looked at the messenger in front of him with sharp eyes. The implicit oppression made the messenger sweat profusely. Although messengers like him also had kung fu and were especially good at light kung fu, even if the messenger of the dynasty was in Fu Kong There is just a plate of food in front of Sora.
"If there is only this letter, there is no suitable explanation. My next trip will probably be to return to Beijing immediately." Fukong threw the invitation letter on the table in front of him.
"Actually, this is propaganda mobilization!" the messenger quickly replied feeling stressed. Back to Beijing? Judging from the tone of this boss, returning to Beijing at this time is not to go back to retire, but to find someone to confront!
"Um?"
"The war is urgent. The battlefield for ordinary soldiers has been stabilized, but as long as the empire's special forces with special skills set off, the balance of the battlefield will tilt directly towards the opponent."
"Let me go up there early and there are so many problems." Fu Kong interjected coldly.
The messenger wiped a cold sweat and restrained his expression: "This matter is not something I can decide. In short, in order to compete with the opponent in the extraordinary field, the dynasty judged that it was already too limited to train in the military alone. It coincided with the current war and chaos. Some so-called 'charlatans' took the opportunity to run rampant..."
At this point, Fu Kong roughly understood.
To put it bluntly, it is a recruitment meeting, relying on official positions and bounties to gather together various factors that affect internal stability during critical periods, and even turn them into external weapons later.
Ideally, it's a good idea.
"So what do you want me to do with this little fuss?" Fu Kong said.
The messenger secretly wiped his sweat again.
Although it is a martial arts tournament held with a purpose, it is still held in the name of the dynasty and directly promoted throughout the country. There are almost no restrictions on registration. With the high benefits, even if this tournament is held on the battlefield, There will be quite a few people willing to come.
Wherever those people in the world try their best, many people are busy all their lives just for fame and wealth. But if they are people with pursuit and sentiment, they can still strive for the title of righteous people who protect their families and their country.
In this way, it can be said that unless we really insist on being reclusive, all capable and ambitious people from the entire dynasty will come.
Although this kind of recruit is difficult to tame in a short period of time, to put it bluntly, it is based on ability. Throwing an incompetent person on the battlefield will sooner or later lead to death, and it does not cost much resources.
A capable person, no matter how unruly he is...
The messenger looked at Fu Kong in front of him.
This is actually a good example.
"Perhaps you have not been familiar with the world for a long time and do not have a detailed understanding of your reputation in the outside world. You are a legend in the eyes of martial arts practitioners in the dynasty. Even if you are not a martial arts practitioner, as a subject of the dynasty, your outstanding achievements in the past are It is also inspiring. If you participate, the reputation of this event will reach the top." The messenger persuaded me kindly.
Fu Kong raised his eyes slightly: "Use me as a sign?"
"...Ahem." The messenger didn't know what to say.
Because it is indeed the case. The superiors' handling of Fukong can be said to have burned countless brains. It can only be said that they tried their best to find things for Fukong to do without causing big trouble for him.
When the superiors were worried about the war at first, Fukong took action and instantly solved the trouble. They almost regarded Fukong as their savior.
But the war barely stabilized, and after the follow-up thoughts came up, how to deal with Fukong became tricky again.
How can people not be afraid of a "god of war" who may become a big bomb at any time in the dynasty?
Now the authorities still want to delay and suppress Fukong's military achievements until they and the empire quickly negotiate a peace. After the war, it would be best to send Fukong back to continue his retirement.
"So many thoughts." Fu Kong said with some disdain.
This kind of thinking is mostly used in military training and other aspects, and it is not as if he had not returned to the battlefield, the dynasty would have been quickly taken away by a wave of blitzkrieg from the opposite side.
It has been too comfortable for too long.
But indeed, this reason is quite convincing to Fu Kong.
He doesn't want to get too deep into it, and some of the recent chaos within the dynasty does need to be dealt with.
Although Fukong can't remember who said it, there is some truth to the saying "In order to deal with foreign affairs, we must first settle our domestic affairs."
but.
He picked up the invitation letter again: "It's said to be a martial arts competition, but it seems that even magicians are included."
Registration for this "Martial Arts Tournament" is open to all kinds of strangers, and it is not directly advertised that it is only looking for warriors.
"The superiors have learned from the experience of the empire and also plan to use this opportunity to promote the status of a group of magicians. Nowadays, the voices of large-scale magicians in the world are also not small, and they are also valuable to win over."
Fu Kong was speechless for a while.
In the end, it’s not just killing two birds with one stone, it’s even killing three birds with one stone.
So after weighing it, he still said: "I will make time to go there. You can just inform me in advance when the time comes. However, I still have to go back to Beijing."
The messenger suddenly became nervous.
"Don't worry, I'm not questioning anyone. I'm tired and want to take this opportunity to take a rest. Is there any problem?"
"No problem! Of course no problem! I will notify the people below to send you off immediately!"
"No, let's finish the nearest place first. I heard that there are imperial magicians on this front. The average warriors of the dynasty combined are no match, and the skills of the magicians that can be sent are not as good as others. It's difficult. Deal with it." Fu Kong shook his head.
The messenger smiled bitterly: "Okay, that will be after this time."
As a member of the dynasty, he only has admiration for Fukong. It is impossible for normal people to hate such a strong man who cares about his family and country, let alone as a messenger, he has heard of countless Fukong's reputation and even witnessed it with his own eyes. The figure of Fu Kong fighting.
It is simply an existence that dazzles those who practice martial arts.
Unfortunately, the identity of the messenger is here, that is, a middle-class worker who delivers messages. He can only hide most of his emotions in his heart and maintain restraint.
After saluting, he ducked out of the way and left Fu Kong's room quietly.
Fu Kong glanced at the invitation on the table, thought about it, and reached out to sweep it into the trash can.