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As the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise. Zhou Wu is not as professional as the people in the laboratory, but he doesn't need to personally teach the students professional knowledge. He only needs to make the students interested in science, and leave the rest to the professionals.

Therefore, Zhou Wu's classes are always relaxed and interesting. In fact, he is constantly improving the students' interest. During this time, Zhou Wu also discovered a few promising students.

Zhou Wu also recommended him to Estan with all his might. However, Estan was still very cautious in accepting students because science requires a very rigorous attitude. He also had to personally investigate whether these people were worth his full knowledge.

. . . . . .

"Estan, how are your observations of those children going?"

Zhou Wu came to the lab to check on the progress and also asked Estan about the recent situation.

“Lord Zhou, I have observed those children and conducted some assessments on them. Overall, they meet my requirements.”

"Really, that would be great."

Although Estan and his friends are currently in the lab, Zhou Wu still hopes to train more scientists from the Dragon Group.

The first batch of more than 20 people were all accepted by Estan. These children were generally young. Older children's thinking is basically fixed, so it is difficult for them to accept these advanced new things. Younger children, on the other hand, had no problem.

The number of people in the lab is still increasing. In addition to the first batch of more than 20 students from Dalong University, many scientists' friends have also been summoned.

Zhou Wu, of course, welcomes all such top talents and offers them high salaries to retain them.

So in Nanhai City, there was another scene: foreigners lived here on equal footing with the people of Dalong. Although there were foreigners in the capital, they almost all lived there as slaves.

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Fusang country.

Kenshiro's offensive was unstoppable, but it was precisely because of his sudden rise that he aroused the dissatisfaction of other noble families.

“This fisherman’s son dares to impersonate a nobleman; such audacity deserves a death sentence.”

“Dosesler, we must put aside our prejudices and unite to deal with him.”

A group of noble families had been fighting for many years, but now, in order to deal with Kenshiro, they were able to temporarily put aside their hatred. This shows that Kenshiro's existence had indeed threatened their status.

"I also think that the most important thing right now is to deal with that stinky fishmonger."

Kenshiro now has a strong and well-equipped army. These nobles cannot gain an advantage in war, so they can only gain an advantage in words. Kenshiro's bloodline is his biggest weakness.

"Since we all think the same way, let's form an alliance for now, and settle our own scores after we've dealt with that fisherman's son."

"it is good."

"it is good."

The various factions that have been fighting each other for years have now formed an alliance.

"Now that we're in an alliance, we must elect a leader. Let's see who we think should take this position."

The leader of the alliance naturally enjoys supreme power, so no one was willing to give way to the other, and the debate went on for a long time without reaching a conclusion. Finally, someone suggested that the decision be made by drawing lots.

"There is only one long slip in here. Whoever draws it will become the leader of the alliance."

"it is good."

The Japanese are not highly educated, so they don't know how to use written language and can only use the simplest method to decide the position of leader.

This method was simple and efficient, and the position of leader was decided immediately: it belonged to Yasuo, a great nobleman from northern Japan.

"Haha, then I'll definitely take the challenge."

Kang Fu laughed wildly as he accepted the position of leader. Who doesn't care about power? Although everyone in the group was roughly equal in strength, that's precisely why no one was willing to submit to anyone else.

"Damn it, this country bumpkin actually got the position of leader."

Why are we so unlucky?

Kangfu is also a high-ranking nobleman who has recently risen to prominence. He was originally only a middle-ranking nobleman, but recently he heard that he recruited a talented person and then seized several cities, successfully upgrading himself to a high-ranking nobleman.

Therefore, the old aristocracy actually looked down on Nobita, considering him a country bumpkin and a nouveau riche.

. . . . . . .

The following month, the allied forces of the great nobles officially declared war on Kenshiro.

Kenshiro was suddenly surrounded by enemies, and his expansion began to come to a halt.

Blackwater City.

The capital city established by Kenshiro contained his most elite soldiers and abundant provisions.

"Report! Leader, the allied forces led by the nobleman Kangfu are now launching attacks on our army in multiple regions, and the garrison troops have all sent out requests for assistance."

The messenger, drenched in sweat, was probably the only one among those present who truly understood that the actual situation was likely even worse.

"what!"

Kenshiro's successive victories made him a little arrogant. Just a moment ago, he thought he would soon unify Japan. He never expected that the great nobles who had been fighting among warlords for over a hundred years would actually form an alliance to deal with him.

This news hit Kenshiro like a bolt from the blue, waking him from his slumber.

Although he's become arrogant, he's not stupid. With his current strength, he might be able to handle a single nobleman, but now he has to face the combined forces of all the nobles.

If no reinforcements arrive or a miracle occurs, there will only be one fate awaiting him: to be beheaded by the nobles in front of the common people.

"No, no, that won't do."

Kenjiro would not allow such a thing to happen. He had worked so hard to get to where he was now, and he couldn't just give up like that. So he was going to fight back.

"Pass down the order: the city must remain steadfast and not come out."

"Yes."

Given the current situation, Kenshiro is prepared to maintain his defensive posture and refrain from engaging in battle under any circumstances. He will then send out an army to defeat the enemy one by one.

"I need someone to lead an army to launch a surprise attack on the enemy. Who is willing to go?"

"Chief, I'm willing to go."

"I would like that too."

"Chief, please send me."

It must be said that Kenshiro was good at winning people's hearts. Because of his humble origins, he knew that people's hearts were the most important thing. So, throughout the war, he was good at discovering and utilizing talents and winning people's hearts. This is why he was able to develop so quickly.

"Azure, I'm entrusting this matter to you."

"Rest assured, leader."

Kenshiro addressed one of the samurai in the crowd below. This samurai was very recognizable because he had a very honest-looking face. If it weren't for his samurai hairstyle, he would definitely be mistaken for a farmer.

However, if you underestimate this person because of his honest appearance, you will definitely suffer a great loss.

Kenshiro had many enemies before who were deceived by this honest-looking face, and without exception, they all became victims of this man's blade.