Minister Ding's face was ashen and his eyes were as sharp as lightning; they circled around the faces of all the students in the school.
All the teachers of Qianlong Gaowu stood straight beside their respective classes, in the standard standing attention posture, listening motionlessly.
Many of them are thinking about it.
We talk about these things and emphasize them every day.
It's not that we don't pay attention to our children's battlefield education.
But we can't educate students by having one person die every day.
But... in front of Minister Ding, none of these reasons exist!
As long as any of your students still have such childish ideas, you as a teacher have failed!
No reason!
"Results of the second draw! Qianlong High School Martial Arts Grade 3 Class 2 is ranked second!"
"The opponent is Team Two, ranked 19th!"
In the audience.
Gao Qiaoer and Li Chenglong were both surprised.
I couldn't help but look back suddenly and see each other's eyes full of doubt.
"Wrong guess!"
"Yes, how could a bloody incident happen in Team Two?"
"Isn't Team Two from the Star Soul Continent? That's impossible!"
"But the King of Zhongyuan is here... Could it be... Otherwise why did we have to wait so long?"
"Keep reading."
The two of them exchanged a few words quickly, then immediately turned around and stared at the stage intently.
beside.
Xiang Bing's face flushed red, his eyes stared intently, his fists clenched tightly, his teeth chattering, making a sound like eating broad beans.
The whole place was filled with thunderous applause, and almost nothing could be heard.
There was only one thought in my mind: this couple is flirting with each other again... Scumbag! Scumbag! I am so mad...
Xiang Bing was only a hair's breadth away from exploding...
On stage.
Vice Principal Liu picked up the roster, found the name, and read out: "Qianlong Gaowu, Grade 3, Class 2, the second place is Chen Tang! Infant Transformation High Level!"
Over there, the young man in blue held the roster and said calmly, "Team Two, the nineteenth person is Wang Xiaoma! High-level infant transformation!"
On the surface, these two people are evenly matched.
Moreover, the name is weird and hilarious.
The first one is called Tie Xiaoniu.
And this one is called Wang Xiaoma.
What a random name this is!
But this time, no one laughed.
Because everyone realized that these people, probably every one of them, is a killer who has been in battle for many years!
I really don’t know where these people come from.
And those names, such as Iron Bull, King Little Horse and so on, ninety-nine percent of them are fake names.
On stage.
Upon hearing the name 'Chen Tang', King Zhongyuan's originally pale face was stunned again.
My whole body stiffened!
What a coincidence again
The next moment, King Zhongyuan's eyes were filled with anger and panic.
Although it disappeared in a flash, the emotion did exist.
Chen Tang walked out slowly with a serious expression.
When he heard his name, he couldn't help but wonder whether he should admit defeat.
But once he admitted defeat, his life would be over. At best, he could only be a martial artist in the martial arts world, with no future at all!
Both the military and political circles are on the blacklist. What achievements can be made in the future
If a martial artist really achieves success, he will be easily targeted.
Just one word of surrender will ruin your whole life.
I can not be reconciled!
I still have my mission!
Chen Tang pursed his lips and jumped onto the stage.
In front of him was a young man with the same tall stature and dark face, as expressionless as Tie Xiaoniu before; on his back was a thick-backed machete, just like Tie Xiaoniu!
And the same reticence.
If it weren't for their completely different faces, just looking at their aura and temperament, one would almost think they were twins.
"please!"
"please!"
They both bowed.
Then, the war started immediately.
but…
After just two moves!
Wang Xiaoma put away his knife and stepped back: "Thank you!"
In front of him was Chen Tang's body, which had been broken into two pieces.
Blood was slowly spreading across the ring; and on Chen Tang's face, which could no longer show any change, there was only an expression of horror!
Two knives!
The first strike cut Chen Tang's weapon off and sent his body flying. The second strike cut him in half!
"In the second round, Team Two wins! Qianlong Gaowu loses another game!"
Minister Ding's voice was mixed with unspeakable sorrow.
Over there, the King of Zhongyuan trembled for a moment, then suddenly stood up, his face turning pale, and he said, "Marshal Dongfang, Uncle Ximen... Uncle Beigong... Minister Ding, I feel a little unwell... Why don't I go back for the time being..."
Marshal Ximen turned his gaze, his eyes as sharp as a red-hot steel needle, and asked calmly: "What's wrong?"
Zhongyuan Wang Qiang laughed: "I haven't been to the battlefield for many years... Now that I'm filled with blood and anger, I feel even more uncomfortable. It's really unbearable."
Marshal Ximen narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "You can't be like this. Back then, your father wandered around in a sea of blood and corpses. He was not like a fish in water, but at least he remained calm. In your current state, if you encounter an accident at that time, how will you respond?"
The King of Zhongyuan turned pale: "My young prince has been in the rear for many years, and has been pampered too much. He has brought shame to his ancestors and made a fool of himself..."
Marshal Dongfang turned his head and said slowly with a gloomy face, "As a prince of the royal family, you are supported by the people's blood and sweat. Seeing blood, you actually reacted like this. It's really too much. The royal family is the role model of the continent and has a heavy responsibility. How can you be a role model for the world like this? If there is a day to go to war, how can I dare to expect you to lead by example?"
King Zhongyuan: "I..."
Marshal Beigong Hao was even more blunt, saying: "Jun Taifeng, I'm giving you a piece of advice, just watch it and adapt as soon as possible, the sooner the better."
The King of Zhongyuan was panting heavily, veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his hands were clenched into fists.
The three generals all looked at him coldly, not caring at all about his actions.
On the ground of the ring, the blood was glaring and the fishy smell was strong.
After a moment of silence, the King of Zhongyuan finally took a deep breath, laughed, and said, "I appreciate the good advice from the generals. I will read it carefully. Our ancestors shed blood for thousands of years to ensure the safety of the rear. How can we be so incompetent!"
His face turned pale and then rosy, and he even looked calm and composed.
Marshal Ximen said calmly, "Today is just an inspection, or a formality. It will have nothing to do with you after it's over. I still remember that before your father's life-and-death battle, he seemed to have sensed something and came to me for a drink. We talked a lot that night."
The King of Zhongyuan's face, which had just been calm, began to boil again. He took a breath and said, "I wonder what my father said?"
Marshal Ximen said, "Your father was drunk at the time and asked me, Marshal, do you know that as a prince of the royal family, I can live a life of wealth and luxury even if I don't leave the capital? Then why do I have to fight on the battlefield?"
King Zhongyuan pondered: "Then what?"
Marshal Ximen said, "Then I also asked, why? Your father said... the previous king only had two sons. Although the imperial power in the mainland is far from being as firm as it was in the previous dynasties, the royal family is still noble and still at the top."
"So, the throne is still a position that the royal heirs are eager to obtain."
"Your father said that if he stayed in the capital, it would only cause trouble. Even if he didn't want to take the throne, there would always be people who would find ways to make him take the throne, and force him to take the throne. Because only if he takes the throne, there will be new heroes who will follow him, and the current meritorious families will be suppressed for a while, and those who want your father to take the throne will have the opportunity to become the new top power class."
"Your father said that if you stay in the capital, you will die sooner or later. Even if you are not forced by others, you may be tempted."
"Because there are too many people who want to take the throne. People's hearts are always strange and unpredictable. Those people have countless connections with your father. Even if they don't give in, there may be a day when they will force you to wear the yellow robe. Once they give in, the process will only be faster."
"So your father said, I only hope that after me, the royal family will decline; but I can use my iron-blooded military exploits to keep a way out for my descendants."
"You think your father's reputation, status, martial arts, cultivation, strategy, command, wisdom, any one of them is enough to make him a general, but just to avoid taboos, he only became a deputy general."
"But in those years, too many tough battles were fought by your father!"
"The first prince of the royal family, the undefeated god of war on the continent, the legend of the immortal star soul, these are the great achievements of your father. Do you think you can get them so easily?!"
Marshal Ximen said calmly: "No matter what you do, no one will touch you now; not because of your high position as the King of the Central Plains, nor because of your noble status as a royal family, but just for the sake of the all-powerful God of War back then!"
"For the glorious military exploits and immortal contributions of those years!"
"For that he clearly had a chance to survive, but as his military achievements grew, he gained more supporters, more loyal people, and his prestige grew. He gradually showed signs of threatening the throne, so he was willing to fight to the death with all his confidants!"
"He has the ability and wisdom of a great commander, but he is willing to be a general who charges into battle. He has the opportunity to surpass the great commander and become a king of the left and right. However, he is willing to die in battle in order to avoid hidden dangers... a prince of his generation!"
"That's the man we, the Four Commanders, admire the most! He was in the Western Army back then, and he was also my best brother!"
King Zhongyuan's face turned pale again, and he murmured, "I didn't do anything."
Marshal Ximen said coldly, "That's why I came here in person this time. I want to watch you with my own eyes and watch you finish these competitions! You... just sit still!"
He rolled his eyes, a cold light flashed, and his gaze was like two battle-hardened swords slashing out fiercely, captivating people!
He stared into the eyes of the King of Zhongyuan with such a look, and said word by word: "Don't move!"
King Zhongyuan sat down dejectedly, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.
Thanks to Liao Bin, the leader of the Feng family and a loyal fan of the family for ten years, for the reward.
Seeing this name, I was quite emotional; really. The army may change but the camp remains the same.
Having written books for so many years, I have heard too many words like "we will never leave each other".
Today, less than one-tenth of the original brothers are still alive.
Some have even turned black. "I'm tired of it," "I've seen enough of it," "It's always the same," etc...
Now, when I see this name, my heart really warms up.
Just like the name of brother 'Feng Da Lao Shu Mi' mentioned a few days ago, it made my heart beat faster.
Thank you, Liao Bin. Thank you, I wrote for ten years, you read for ten years, after all, you and I are still here.
(End of this chapter)