Seven years ago.

Imperial capital, school palace, Shangwu Pavilion.

Lin Ce was flipping through the military book when he suddenly heard a movement.

He sat in a small cubicle seat, and he didn't get up immediately when he heard the movement, but in his position, as long as he tilted his upper body and stretched his neck, he could see what was going on outside.

There wasn't much movement.

It's just that there are no people in this Shangwu Pavilion, and there is a sense of existence with a slight sound.

Lin Ce stretched his neck and looked out of the compartment, and looked at a very dazzling back with a gown shining and shining......

It should still be a half-sized kid.

Shangwu Pavilion is the purest place in the entire school palace, and even the entire imperial palace.

Normally, there are basically no people here.

Shangwu Pavilion was built in the school palace, which was for the students here.

But it is clear that the students in the school palace do not like to use this place.

Of course, the compulsory coursework, they have to be carried by the gentleman to this Shangwu Pavilion, it is something they can't do.

Most of the displays on several floors of Lord Shang Wu are all kinds of weapons and military books, and many organs are set up on the upper floors, which are specially used by students of the school palace to study the art of Qimen Dunjia.

For the students of the Academy, the weapons are cold, where will there be warm fragrant nephrite to the touch. The military book is boring, the main thing is that you have to get started and practice, otherwise it will be in vain to read it, where will there be a book to read comfortably.

Therefore, most of the students in the school palace avoided walking when they saw this Shangwu Pavilion, and they would not enter it if they had nothing to do on weekdays.

Because the mechanism on the upper floors was set up by Taizu back then, hundreds of years have passed, but there are a few times when I don't know who has to go up to find the stimulation, and the mechanism is touched, and the hidden weapon shot from it has not spared even passers-by. The founding emperor of Chaoyun State, Yun Taizu, was still martial, and Emperor Chaoyun led many of his brothers all the way from the grassland.

During the hundred years from Taizu to Emperor Guangwu, Chaoyun Shangwu had a strong atmosphere.

In the following centuries, the rise of Chinese officials in the DPRK and the suppression of military attachés.

In the past, whether it was an upper-class nobleman or a lower-class commoner, the sons and daughters in their prime would choose to join the army. In the past hundred years, the wind of arrogance and lasciviousness has prevailed, and this atmosphere has penetrated from top to bottom.

Most of the children of the nobles of the upper class are not keen on dancing knives and guns, or seeking a half-official position in the military camp, because in their opinion, it is far less than their happiness in the imperial capital. The sons and sons of the nobles of the Houmen prefer to come to Shenwu Street every day for a spring breeze and a horseshoe disease, and a day for a parting of life and death in the land of fireworks and willow lanes.

There are no nobles in the lower grades, and ordinary people are not very happy to join the army in recent years, because compared to daily hard training in the barracks, performing tasks from time to time, and exchanging their lives for silver, they are more willing to be a pawn and support their families in a peaceful and prosperous era.

Whether it is the upper class of the aristocracy or the lower class of the common people, in countries where there is no war, people prefer to moan and moan without disease.

The Lin family has been a military attache for generations, and his family will produce many talents.

On that day, Shangwu Pavilion was deserted as usual.

Lin Ce saw a little guy dressed up in fancy clothes.

At first, Lin Ce only saw his back.

All he knew was that the little girl liked to put all kinds of bells and whistles on herself.

But even if he didn't look at his face, just from his back, Lin Ce also felt that he was not a little girl.

"Little guy, Huaqiu has to go outside to play, this is Shangwu Pavilion, you thin skin and tender meat, be careful of being injured by weapons and mechanisms here. ”

I saw the little guy turn around.

Tsk, Lin Ce's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that it was a small ball of snow white.

Although the eyebrows and eyes of the little ball have not yet opened, they are already very exquisite.

It's beautiful.

Although Lin Ce was born in a family of military attachés, the Lin family has been making up the Four Books and Five Classics since his generation, so as far as Lin Ce was concerned, there was also some ink in his stomach at that time.

It's beautiful. This word should have been used to describe the little girl, but Lin Ce just felt that this word was appropriate for him.

This little guy is different from the little cubs in his family who will cry when he is scared, he has a kind of arrogance, just, although he is only a little taller, but he is domineering.

It seems that people want to get close to this kid and think that this child should be quite interesting, but on the other hand, people will not dare to really go up and touch him.

Lin Ce saw him looking at himself, as if he wondered why he thought he wanted to play with flower balls, but he came to the wrong place.

Until he saw the fire gun in the little one's hand.

Lin Ce looked at the little guy and said with a smile: "You can pick." ”

I saw that the little guy tilted his head, and his fair and beautiful little face was also smiling, and he aimed the fire gun in his hand at him, "I will not only pick, but also play." ”

Lin Ce cooperated and raised his hands.

The little guy smiled at him like this, and was dismayed by his contempt for himself just now. He turned the fire gun in his hand.

The first time they met, Lin Ce only thought that this little guy was very interesting.

"There's something more interesting. ”

"I'm familiar with this place, so I'll take you to see it. ”

The little one turned the fire gun in his hand and walked towards him.

"Okay. ”

.........

Lin Ce watched the group of flame soldiers under Xiao Beiye return to Qi'an Mansion.

Xiao Beiye is talented and will be a rare general, which Lin Ce had seen seven years ago.

It's just that what he hoped back then was that the little guy would one day be able to join their Xuantie Battalion. Even if you don't join the Xuantie Battalion, return to Yanbei and guard this side of the mountains and rivers with them.

didn't expect Xiao Chi to really ignore his son's life and death, collude with the enemy country, and rebel.

Lin Ce only knew that Xiao Beiye seemed to be Xiao Chi's youngest son, and it was rumored that Xiao Beiye was also Xiao Chi's favorite son.

Treating his favorite son as a proton and sending him to the imperial capital, in the eyes of the court's civil and military officials, this can not be said to be Xiao Chi's fierce loyalty to the emperor.

But who would have thought that Xiao Beiye was sent to the imperial capital as a proton by his father Xiao Chi for only two years, and Xiao Chi's charge of colluding with the enemy country has not yet been confirmed, so Xiao Chi will continue to do nothing and launch a rebellion with great fanfare.

Xiao Chi dared to start a rebellion.

At that time, the first thing in the imperial court was to sacrifice Xiao Beiye to the sky.

Looking back on the past, Lin Ce only felt that it was providence.

That little guy could have grown up as normal. I could have stayed in that relatively simple environment to make the most of my talents. I could have used the right way to catch up with the girl I liked after I was slowly sensible.

The word 'original' is most taboo in recall.

It's just that Lin Ce couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the hostile relationship between himself and that little guy now.

He still couldn't imagine what that flamboyant little guy was now considered a bloodthirsty demon.

Unlike Lin Ce, Yun Qinghan can't think about Xiao Beiye now.

As long as he thought of Xiao Beiye's cold white skin and blood-red eyes on that day's fight, he regretted that he was not at the beginning, and his lungs hurt with anger.

Moreover, he couldn't help but think that Xiaoqi was still in that crazy mansion now, and he was very distressed.

The Xuantie Battalion was created by Yun Qinghan, and the Iron Armor Army in the battalion was also trained by him.

The ironclad army in the Xuantie camp was loyal to him as a commander.

They regarded Yun Qinghan as a commander, not the four princes of the royal family or His Royal Highness King Chen.

They only look forward to the clouds and the cold horses, and the clouds and the cold point where they fight.

But the Chaoyun Army is different.

The Chaoyun army is divided into various military camps, and it seems that the allegiance is to the entire Chaoyun country, but in fact, each is its master.

It is only when the enemy army is actually under the city that they will be unanimous with the outside world.

Yun Qinghan hated the Chaoyun army because iron could not become steel.

Facing the Shangyan North Iron Cavalry, those Chaoyun troops were like quails and did not dare to move forward.

Since Xiao Beiye rebelled, the momentum was like a bamboo, and the places he passed through and the cities he passed through were all devastated.

The city is not a simple garden land, and it is not an overnight task to recover.

The Chaoyun Army was also frightened by the Flame Army.

During these two years, the Chaoyun Army and the Flame Army fought constantly, and the Chaoyun Army was defeated all of them.

For those Chaoyun Army, they can no longer regard those Flame Army who are fighting madly on the battlefield as normal soldiers.

Even, when the two sides fought on the battlefield, the Chaoyun Army would also wonder if those Flame Troops were abnormal, or if they were abnormal.

The Flame Army was like a ghostly monster crawling out of hell, fighting on the battlefield without caring for life or death, and bent on the death of their opponents.

People are aware of pain and have a fear of death.

But those Flame Troops don't seem to have it, and the Chaoyun Army will see their passion for killing in the eyes of each Flame Army.

Unlike the Chaoyun soldiers who were forced to join the army, the group of flame soldiers was excited to fight once every time they killed an enemy on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, you finally succeeded in sneaking up from behind, and gave him a knife, and he didn't necessarily fall to the ground and die immediately, but would slowly turn around, touch a handful of blood in his mouth with his hand, smile gloomily, and when you are afraid that he is not a person, lift the sword in his hand and give it to you!

He can't die in vain, and even if he dies, he will end up cutting off a man's head to support his back.

What the Chaoyun Army feared was not necessarily the skill of those Flame Troops, but their fanaticism for killing.

Fighting against the Flame Army, the Chaoyun Army will see from their eyes that they are not people in the eyes of the Flame Army, but lambs to the slaughter.

This kind of soldier's mentality, which is discouraged before going into battle, is fatal to the deployment of the entire Chaoyun Kingdom.

Because now the Chaoyun Army has been frightened by the Flame Army, in the face of the Flame Army, the Chaoyun Army is afraid from the bones, as soon as they see the Flame Army, they are angry, throw away their armor, and are afraid that they will run slower than their comrades.

There are no generals available in the Chaoyun court.

Therefore, using the beauty trick to push out the nine princesses is the only strategy that the civil and military officials can come up with at present.

And now that these Chaoyun Army and the Flame Army are still fighting, their earlier psychological shadow has not disappeared.

Yun Qinghan couldn't see the cowardice of the Chaoyun army led by Su Yunluo when they faced those Yanbei Iron Cavalry, as soon as he saw it, his violent temper came up as if he had slaughtered them one by one and sacrificed to the sky!