Every city in the country is recruiting.
Grande is an important military town, and Jane Qiao, who happened to be here, can't escape the military service.
Although he only brought dozens of knight commanders, these knight commanders all ruled hundreds of knights. As long as they give an order, these knights will rush over from the city of Desolate to form a large-scale army.
Of course, there are many lords with stronger military strength than Jian Qiao, and they are also recruiting into the army.
"Lord Lei Zhe did not join the expedition." The knight commander who went outside to inquire about news hurried back with a worried look: "Lord Lei Zhe was imprisoned in the palace by Queen Mo An and was not allowed to come out. For one thing, he is about to get married, at such a time. He can't leave his bride to fight. But Orson will send troops to help Glory, which is a great help. So it doesn't matter whether he goes or not, as long as he marries Princess Chrissy, he has already assumed the security The responsibility of protecting the country.
"Second, the coach sent by Huest is General Langton. General Langton once defeated Lord Lei Zhe, and he was tortured in the dungeon for three months. It is said that Lord Lei Zhe escaped from the dungeon. At that time, there was no good flesh on his body. General Langton was the only strong enemy he could not defeat. Queen Moan was afraid that he would die at the hands of General Langton, so she trapped him. Our coach is Prince Andrew, this is the Terrible news. He can't fight at all, but he's very adventurous! To go to the front with him is to take his life. But the army of the Duchy of Orson is very strong, and this is our life."
The knight commander analyzed the current situation anxiously.
Jian Qiao's attention was completely diverted.
He bit his pale lips and asked, "Leizhe was imprisoned for three months? He, did he suffer a lot of injuries?"
Knight Commander: "...Yes, he was tortured to such an extent that he was not a ghost or a ghost. It is said that several pieces of flesh were dug out from his body, and his leg bones were broken and healed naturally, becoming somewhat deformed. He took it on again, and he recovered after lying down for half a year. Langton is an extremely cruel person. Like Prince Andrew, he enjoys killing people. The enemy general who fell into his hands and was still alive, Lord Lei Zhe is the only one."
Jane Qiao supported her dizzy head.
He uncontrollably imagined that Lei Zhe was covered in blood, and then broke out in cold sweat. The pain in his heart made him tremble.
The knight commander reminded: "Now, you should think about how to survive this war. Your body... "
He looked up and down at his master's thin body, which was shaking like a fallen leaf, and his expression was very anxious. There is no need to go to the front line, just a cold rain on the way of the expedition, the master may die of illness.
In the army, there are no high-bed soft pillows for him to recuperate, and there are no precious medicinal materials for him to treat, and wind and rain are daily routines.
Thinking of this, the knight commander rubbed his brows in distress.
Jian Qiao was still talking about Lei Zhe: "How did he escape? Is his injury completely healed? He is right not to go, he shouldn't go—"
The knight commander couldn't bear to remind: "Sir, your life is already in danger!"
Jane Joe: "… "
He lowered his head and looked at the conscription letter that was wet with cold sweat in his hand, and his handsome face was instantly occupied by a painful expression.
Yes, to others it might be glory, but to him it was the call of death.
He must die!
Jian Qiao threw away the conscription letter, covered her face and trembled slightly.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the balcony outside.
The knight commander quickly pulled out his long sword and slashed at it, but the opponent grabbed his wrist first. The huge force was pressing on the knight commander's wrist bone, causing it to rattle and the pain was unbearable, so he had to throw away the long sword in his hand, screamed, and then was crushed to the ground by his hands.
The fight between the two was completed in an instant, and the outcome was clear.
Facing this person, the knight commander had no room to fight back.
"Leizhe?" Jian Qiao shouted blankly.
The knight commander looked back, only to realize that the person who suppressed him was Lei Zhe. No wonder he was defeated so thoroughly, so quickly.
Lei Zhe's blond hair was scattered in a mess, covering his haggard face. It was obvious that he arrived in a hurry. His breathing was thick and heavy, like a ferocious beast.
"Go out and let me speak to your master alone for a while," he ordered in a hoarse voice.
The knight commander turned his head and looked at Jane Joe.
Jian Qiao was about to ask about Lei Zhe being imprisoned for three months, and nodded.
Lei Zhe let go of the knight commander's hands.
The man immediately got up and left the room.
"Why are you here?" Jane Jonanne asked.
Lei Zhe stretched out his hand, "Give me the ring with the Qiao clan emblem."
Jane Qiao subconsciously took off the ring on her thumb.
Razer threw the anemone-engraved ring into the fireplace, then took the tongs and covered it with the flaming firewood.
"What are you doing?" Jane Qiao asked stupidly.
Lei Zhe, who was squatting by the fireplace, kept adding firewood, his voice was slow: "Afraid of blood, afraid of rivers, afraid of wind, afraid of rain, how can you go to the battlefield like this?"
Jane Joe felt offended.
He asked in disbelief, "Did you just come up on the balcony to mock me?"
Our friendship has been completely destroyed, right? He didn't dare to ask this sentence.
Even with all kinds of reluctance and grievances, he couldn't talk to Lei Zhe, because he was the one who rejected Lei Zhe in the first place. He couldn't give Razer what he wanted.
Lei Zhe turned his head and stared deeply at the man in front of him. The ends of his eyes were red, the tip of his nose was red, but his face was as pale as paper. He looked so fragile and yet so cute.
Recalling how he vomited after being kissed by himself, Lei Zhe retracted his gaze in embarrassment, and suppressed his heart that was beating again for this man.
"I'm just stating the facts. Battles are bound to bleed, marches are bound to cross rivers, and wind and rain are more commonplace. If you can't bear either, you'll die." His tone was almost indifferent.
Jian Qiao lowered her head, her face full of shame. Yes, he is a useless piece of trash.
Silence spread between the two.
Lei Zhe didn't speak anymore, but just used iron pliers to slowly flip the ring buried in the fire.
When the ring burned red, he handed the iron pliers to Jian Qiao and said in a deep voice, "Clip it out. Don't clip the ring face, clip the ring."
Jian Qiao didn't know why, but she stepped forward and clamped the ring with iron clamps.
Lei Zhe suddenly took his hand and forced him to point the ring face, which was burnt red with the anemone clan emblem, at his neck.
Realizing what he wanted to do, Jian Qiao quickly stepped back, but was pulled forward by Lei Zhe. The power contrast between the two is like a mountain and a breeze, one is unshakable and the other is so light that it can be completely ignored.
Jian Qiao wanted to let go of the iron clamp, but Lei Zhe's big hand completely wrapped his hand.
Jian Qiao couldn't retreat, and couldn't let it go, so she could only be forced to scorch the red-hot ring face on the side of Lei Zhe's neck that was deliberately exposed.
After a while of sizzling, a smell of burnt flesh permeated the room.
Lei Zhe, who was scorched by the soldering iron, did not utter a groan. He didn't seem to feel the pain, but the blue veins on his forehead bulged a few times and quickly recovered. He stared at Jian Qiao's face that was close at hand, his expression was so fierce that he seemed to be swallowing him in one bite. Sweat was streaming down his handsome face.
Jian Qiao was startled and said in a broken voice, "what are you doing? Aren't you getting married soon? After you get married, we can still be friends, and we can still be like before. Please don't hurt yourself. "
Tears unknowingly fell from his eyes and wet his pale cheeks. He was in so much pain, more painful than being stabbed in the heart by someone in his previous life.
He realized that this was Rezhe's punishment for him.
Punish him for his ruthless rejection.
"Don't do this!" Jian Qiao kept shaking her head and begging.
The smell of scorched flesh and the smell of sweat forced out by enduring the pain mixed into a pure and strong male breath, which poured into Jane Qiao's throat one by one. He thought he might never forget the smell for the rest of his life.
Lei Zhe finally let go of his hand.
The hot ring and the iron pliers immediately fell to the ground with a dull sound.
"There is no wedding, no bride, I rejected the marriage arranged by my sister. We can never go back, I don't want to be friends with you, understand?" Lei Zhe squeezed Jian Qiao's chin and said in a hoarse voice.
After a short pause, he even spit out a dirty word into Jian Qiao's slightly red ears: "Fuck your mother's friend!"
He looked at this man's face full of tears with greedy and fierce eyes, and deeply engraved this fragile and beautiful face in his heart.
"Jian Qiao, I love you. Remember, it's the kind of love that wants to make love." Lei Zhe dropped this sentence and turned down from the balcony, and a rush of horses' hooves went further and further away.
Jian Qiao sat on the ground as if collapsed, then picked up the hot ring and let it scorch her palm.
At this moment, only the pain in his body can relieve the pain in his heart.
Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the knight commander quickly opened the door to check if his master was well. Almost immediately, he smelled the scorching smell in the air, and also noticed Jane Qiao's self-mutilation, so he quickly opened the other's palm, took the ring, and called the servant and doctor again.
There was chaos in the room.
After Jane Qiao had bandaged the wound and her mood had calmed down, the knight commander began to ask what happened just now.
Jane Qiao described with difficulty Lei Zhe's mark on his neck and asked, "Did I hurt him too deeply? Is he punishing me in this way?"
The Knight Commander was stunned for a long time before shaking his head with a complicated expression: "No, he is not punishing you, he is saving you."
The knight commander rolled up his sleeves, revealing a burn scar on his arm. The bulge of this scar forms an anemone, which is the emblem of the Qiao family.
"When knights swore allegiance to their master, they stamped themselves with a branding iron bearing the master's insignia. This stamp was made when I swore to your father. I have been in your father's hands ever since. Sword and spear, I will conquer all enemies in his place."
The knight commander paused for a moment, and his tone became very rejoicing: "Just now, Lord Lei Zhe swore allegiance to you. He made your mark, and he will be your knight from now on. He will go to the battlefield in your place, and you can be safe. Feel free to stay in Grande. Your life is saved."
Jane Joe looked at the knight commander with a pale face.
He understood all these words, but it seemed that he could not understand a word.
"Leizhe, will you go to the battlefield instead of me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, he has the mark of allegiance to you. When he goes to the battlefield, it means you go to the battlefield. Therefore, this conscription letter can no longer bind you. Just wait for me here. After the war is over, I may be able to Come back, or maybe not. If I don't come back, go back to Desolate with the knights who survived the battle."
The knight commander put his scarred hand on his left chest, half-kneeled in salute, and then strode away.
Jane Qiao's already washed face fell two more tears. He was taken aback by the knight commander's words "maybe not coming back".
After Lei Zhe left, he might not be able to come back...