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"Clang!"
High-pitched and powerful scoldings continued to sound, and the sound of sticks clashing was even more harsh and unpleasant. Www,QuanBen-XiaoShuo,comIn a manor less than ten miles away from the city of Bureilly, close to the summer hunting palace of the imperial royal family, there were two figures tumbling and fighting together on the snow-covered school field. Dozens of bald men with bare upper bodies and tight leather pants, barefoot and holding shields and short swords, were standing aside to watch the battle.
A loud shout came out, and the long stick in the hand of the two fighting men, Black Horsehouse, was knocked away by the opponent with a twist. Then the opponent quickly stabbed him in the stomach with the hard iron and wood stick. . Black Horse House screamed in pain, fell to the ground with his hands on his belly, opened his mouth to vomit, and even vomited out the bitter bile water.
"Trash!" Like Black Horsehouse, Haolin, who only wore a pair of leather briefs in this season when drops of water turned into ice, snorted coldly. He dropped the iron stick and took the long cloak handed over by a big man and wrapped it around him. Slowly walked up to House and kicked him to the ground.
"A descendant of the Bavel family, you have been tempering your body and practicing fighting spirit since you were a child. You became the lowest level human knight when you were thirteen years old. Your father taught you various tactical skills when you were seven years old, and you will conquer Ludao." Use various actual combat cases in the war as your teaching materials."
"But you were defeated by a gangster from a civilian family!"
Haolin's one eye was twitching violently. The person kneeling on the ground and vomiting crazily was his biological brother. He would have killed him with his own hands long ago - just like he personally killed a cousin of his who escaped from battle in the army. It's like cutting off the head.
"You have brought shame on my father, and you have brought shame on the whole family." Haolin said unceremoniously: "The matter has become a big deal. Not only the military, but also those in the civil servant system, they all know about this." A scandal. The youngest son of the Bavel family was actually defeated by a group of gangsters in a student fight. This incident has a great impact, and some people have already spoken before His Majesty, questioning his father's ability to lead."
Black Horse House raised his head angrily, gritted his teeth and roared: "This matter has nothing to do with father."
Haolin sneered with a gloomy face: "But in front of his father and the political opponents of the entire military, this matter has something to do with his father. The youngest son of the Pavel family, a talent who has received orthodox military education since childhood, and a future elite of the imperial side. , was actually defeated by a group of gangsters. Do you know what this means? It means the failure of my father, the failure of the Pavel family, and even the failure of the entire military system."
Taking a deep breath, Haolin kicked House several meters away. He snorted coldly: "Remember the beatings I gave you in the past few days, remember all the scars on your body in the past few days. Remember. Your shame this time is that you were defeated without even seeing the enemy's face clearly."
House's teeth chattered. He reached out and slowly rubbed his abdomen. His body was covered in bruises and bruises. He nodded vigorously and said through gritted teeth: "Brother, I remember, I will return all this to them."
Haolin nodded gloomily, waved his hand and said: "Go and clean up, my father wants to see you. Remember, how much pressure my father and the whole family have endured and how much price they have paid for you, a waste, these days. .”
Taking a deep breath, Haolin narrowed his one eye and turned his head to look in the direction of Borelli City.
In the small castle in the middle of the manor, there is a study room facing the school grounds. The study room is large in area, but the furnishings are simple and solemn. Apart from thirteen sets of armor with mottled sword marks and dozens of colorful ancient weapons hanging on the wall, there are no other decorations. A huge desk was placed squarely in the middle of the study, with a military map near the 'Norman Battle Fort' spread out on it.
The entire wall of the study room facing the school grounds was punched through and turned into a huge floor-to-ceiling window. House and Howlin's father, the current owner of the Bavel family, Imperial Viscount and Imperial Major General Howson was standing in front of the French window with his hands behind his back, quietly looking out the window at the falling snow.
After changing into clean and tidy clothes, House, who had a bruised nose and face, carefully opened the door and walked quietly behind Housen.
After half an hour of silence, a large amount of cold sweat broke out on House's forehead. The sweat flowed down his cheeks and dripped from his chin. Haosen, the master of the Bavel family, even his own son would feel a heavy pressure when facing him. The direct source of that pressure was the strong and substantial murderous aura and death aura in Haosen's body, which could only be gathered from countless corpses and blood. …,
Haosen, who was not yet sixty years old, participated in the terrible mainland-island war when he was fifteen years old. He fought bloody battles on the battlefield for more than ten years and forcibly promoted the title of the Pavel family from baron to viscount. The last ten years of the Hundred Years' War between the Mainland and Islands was also known as the 'Flesh and Blood Millstone War'. Millions of soldiers were killed directly on the Western Continent, and the number of casualties among the foreign races on Wudalian Island was over one million.
Hausen dyed his medal red with the blood of millions of soldiers. The murderous intent in him still failed to dissipate thirty years after the war ended. House, who was born in the post-war peace years and had never really seen a battlefield, was almost suffocated by the murderous aura in Howson's body.
Just when House could no longer bear the pressure on Howson and was about to faint, Housen finally turned around and bared his teeth in an ugly smile. Like Da Jian Qiao, the owner of the Sword and Beauty Tavern, Hao Sen was stabbed twice in the face, and his face was almost chopped off. Naturally, his dignity was nowhere to be seen. His twisted lips could not completely cover his teeth, and the two rows of broken yellow teeth were really scary.
With a slight smile, Haosen said slowly: "Failure is not terrible. I was defeated five times on the battlefield. Each time, I lost all my troops. The number of soldiers lost directly due to those five defeats was more than 100,000. One hundred thousand.”
House lowered his head respectfully, not daring to make a sound.
With a sigh, Haosen curled his lips and sneered: "It doesn't matter if you fail. The question is how much the failure is worth. Your failure this time has made me, the family, and the military forces attached to the family passive. And you were defeated by a group of gangster students, which is not worth it."
Holding House's shoulders tightly, Housen said gloomily: "You don't need to understand too much about the ups and downs at the top of the empire. You just need to know one thing. Your failure this time has brought too much loss to the family. You have to make up for that.”
After pondering for a moment, Haosen nodded slowly and said: "I will give you one year. You must graduate from the Army Academy with the first overall honors. I will let you join the North Sea Border Guards. The lost glory must be gained from the battlefield." "
Shaking House's body vigorously, Housen narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "As for the person who defeated you."
"You must use your own power to defeat him, kill him, and destroy his entire family, so that the family's glory can be restored!"