The guard brought a set of ragged clothes, Chen Li changed it, stood in front of fifty "wolf packs" guards. Before he could speak, Hua Xiaoyun stood up and said, "The King of Han cannot wear such inferior clothes, which will defile his identity."

Chen Li looked at him and said seriously: "No matter what, as long as it is used properly, it will be a weapon. You all look forward to it."

Chen Li brewed his emotions for a moment, and his expression suddenly became extremely sad. He walked forward with a few steps hunched over.

Everyone was surprised to find that although Chen Li was young and strong and full of energy, his sudden change of expression and movements suddenly seemed like an old man in the countryside who was plagued by illness and experienced the hardships of life.

He clearly looked like a vigorous young man full of energy. He was so artificial, how could he become an old man? And it made people feel pity?

Chen Li stuck a few strands of beard on his face and then applied some soil to his face. Everyone thought that the person in front of him was definitely not the King of Han, but was a very old farmer.

It is really amazing to be able to dress yourself up like this.

Chen Li walked around in front of everyone and said, "This is makeup technique. It doesn't mean that if you stick to your beard and wear a set of torn clothes, you will become another person."

"The essence of makeup techniques is that you want those who see you to feel the role you play, which is completely consistent with your situation and identity. The focus is on the change of expressions and actions, not on your dress and the use of voice. To do this, you must be familiar with the expressions, words, deeds, tone and way of speaking of various people."

"These require a long-term practice, not a few months of hard work. You must step up your practice in the future. Have you heard of it in future tasks?"

He Yanjiang stood up and said, "I will be stupid. Please tell us in detail."

Chen Li said: "Okay, we will do it step by step and we are all optimistic."

He used his expression, his tone, his movements were fast, and his movements were fast, and he showed everyone in detail, and then said: "Because the old man's physical strength was weak and his attack power was correspondingly weak, this could minimize the other person's vigilance. Moreover, a miserable old man could easily gain the other person's sympathy, and the probability of such a dress was the highest."

Lu Shuidao: "Then I am suitable to dress up as an old woman?"

Chen Li said: "Of course, dressing up as a young girl can easily arouse the other party's ideas, and it's best to dress as an old woman."

He asked someone to bring an old dark clothes, put them on his body, and then put them on another expression.

Although he is a young man, he gives people the feeling of being an old woman. If he paints on his face, others will definitely think that Chen Li is a twilight old woman.

Lu Shui clapped his hands and smiled, "The King of Han is really amazing. I wonder who taught you these abilities."

Chen Li smiled sly and said, "This is a secret, you want to hear it."

If he didn't tell the secret of the Han King himself, who would dare to inquire about it? Lu Shui hurriedly shut up.

Chen Li asked them to practice in the yard and figure out the plan to get into the enemy camp opposite.

When it was Zishi, Chen Li brought his own utensils, walked around the guards from a city wall in the south of the city, hung it on the city wall with an iron hook and slipped down the wall, and quietly touched the mountains and forests in the distance.

This place is not far from the enemy's barracks, and he looked at the swaying lights of Wu Jun's barracks waiting for dawn.

When it dawned, he carefully saw the arrangements of the enemy and the soldiers, and remembered them one by one.

Not long after, dozens of soldiers drove their cars to the mountain to chop wood.

Chen Li estimated that the place they were about to arrive was lurking in front of them like a snake cat, picked up the prepared axe, and began to chop wood with the "bang bang!"

Li Yi, the leader of the leader of the Chef's battalion, was a veteran who had injured his left hand and retreated to the Chef's battalion. He was commanding his soldiers to chop wood when he suddenly heard a sound from a distance. The long-term life in the military camp made him very alert, so he pulled out his sword and said to the soldiers under him: "Go and see, what the sound is."

Dozens of soldiers picked up the hatchets in their hands and surrounded the sound where the sound came out.

These people surrounded and saw an old man with a disheveled face chopping wood with an axe full of gaps. He was breathing while chopping. Although he was not strong enough, he was very experienced and cut down the bad firewood in just a few strokes.

Li Yi walked over, pointed the trembling old man with a knife, and said sternly: "Where did you come from? How do you chop wood here?"

The old man knelt down in front of Li Yi and said tremblingly: "When Jun Ye said, the old man is from a poor family and has been relying on harvesting firewood to the market to exchange for some rice and flour."

Li Yi carefully examined the old man, put the knife on his neck, and grinned: "Who doesn't know that this is the military camp. You dare to come here to chop wood. You must be the spy who came here to investigate the information. Tell me, who instructed you?"

The old man was so scared that he rushed to the ground, and didn't even dare to raise his head. He begged: "Go back to Jun, the old man really chops wood. I also know that this is the military camp. But the old man was waiting for dinner and had to come here to cut a load of wood. The old man was not a spy, and who would like to let the old man be a spy?"

A soldier next to him looked at the miserable and helpless old man, suddenly felt pity and said to Li Yi: "Head, this person doesn't look like a spy, so just let him leave."

Li Yi glared at the sergeant and sternly said to the old man: "Where is your home, do you have relatives?"

The old man said: "The old man lives in Xianiu Village, five miles away. He originally had two sons in his family. He died in a war in his early years. Now only the old man is left."

Li Yi inserted his sword into the scabbard, his voice slowed down a little, and said, "Okay, for your own sake, leave here quickly."

He has been in the army for many years and is very experienced. No matter how he looks at the old man in front of him, he doesn't look like a spy. He originally wanted to kill him with one knife, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't bear to start.

The old man thanked repeatedly, picked up the rotten axe on the ground and was about to leave.

The sergeant next to him leaned in front of Li Yi and said, "Boss, this old man has been collecting firewood all year round, he is very experienced and has quick hands and feet. What if he was asked to chop firewood for us, what if he could give him some rice?"

Li Yi looked at the soldier who was not good at chopping wood, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, let him do some work. Of course, the military rations cannot be given, so let him bring some leftovers back."

When the old man heard this, he was overjoyed and quickly picked up his axe and chopped the wood hard. As expected, he was willing to work hard, and cut a lot of firewood in just a short while.
Chapter completed!