Ruolan climbed on the windowsill and sat down, the sound of the army practicing swords in the square came to her eardrums, she had long wanted to go out for a walk, but An Ning said, "I only allow you to walk around this room, you can go wherever you want when you are well." ”

"Don't expect to float around in a beautiful dress, I'm always staring at you!"

Ruolan had been in this room for a month, and she couldn't help it anymore and ran out of the room and into the square. The people who practiced swords in the square were all teenagers over the age of thirteen, and the older ones were about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing the blue uniform of the army of Rob City, holding a shield in their hands, and the sword and sword rod were more than two feet long, and the whole body was protected by protective gear, and the fat ones seemed to be wrapped in a quilt. There was a look of immaturity on their faces, as if they had never been on the battlefield, did not know the bloody and terrible, and had never experienced the pain of losing a loved one.

They were under the watchful eye of the coachman, brandishing their swords and attacking each other. The coachman was of medium stature, dressed in a military uniform embroidered with an eagle with wings outstretched, and his expression was full of a stern expression like a master. He was about the same height as a taller child, though he had a long, snow-white beard.

"A bunch of new soldiers. Ruolan secretly glanced at the person who practiced the sword, and walked past a young man with a sword pointing forward.

Ruolan took a long step back, and the young man grabbed her and straightened her, "Be careful." ”

"Thank you!" Ruolan looked at him and found that the expression on the young man's face was different from ordinary people, this face was indeed full of hesitation and hatred, and she didn't even dare to look at him more.

The coachman pulled out the boy, and then pulled out a short chubby dun and let them fight each other. More than 20 onlookers were cheering for the two teenagers, and Ruolan also shouted, and the voice surpassed everyone, breaking the silence of the afternoon in the square. The two boys were not very steady on their feet, Ruolan speculated that they might have been fighting for a while, she walked into the coachman and whispered, "Master coachman, can I also learn together?"

"Rob City does not allow girls to go to war. The coachman glanced at Ruolan and said, "What's more, Miss Ruolan's hands are only suitable for holding embroidery needles." ”

"I can still hold a sword, and I can hold it steadily. Ruolan said softly, "My master said before that the sword should be held as tightly as an embroidery needle in the hand. ”

"Your master is right. The coachman nodded with satisfaction, "Miss Ruolan has learned swords?"

"Yes. Ruolan said, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, "My father almost trained me to be a killing tool. She sighed and lowered her head.

The coachman looked at Ruolan's lost expression, pulled her forward for a while, touched his head and comforted, "You still have a long way to go in life, don't live in the past, child, your father and your mother want you to live happily and happily child, you also have Brother Yanjier and Sister Anning who love you." ”

Ruolan pursed her lips, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, "Master Coachman, is it still possible for me and Brother Yanjir to return to the Yanqi tribe?"

"Your brother Yanjir is the rightful heir of the Yanqi tribe, and the savages will not stay in our territory for long, and sooner or later they will be driven out by us. ”

Ruolan nodded, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and the coachman took her hand again and walked into the crowd of sword practitioners. The two teenagers were fighting hard, and the tall boy swung his sword and bent his feet in place, tripping the short boy to the ground and quickly crushing him under him.

Ruolan jumped up and kept applauding, the young man got up, glanced at Ruolan, and then at the coachman, who squinted and smiled at him, "Are you new here?"

"Yes, Master. He replied.

"Good skills. The coachman said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Zimo. Zimo looked at the coachman with the eyes of a little adult.

"It's a girl's name. The coachman raised an eyebrow and nodded, "I hope you will be a good soldier in the future." ”

"My master, I still have to wait to kill all the wild people and avenge my family. After Zimo finished speaking, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and Ruolan looked at his gaze, as if she could find her pain in his expression.

"You can't even swing a long sword, let alone kill savages, practice your sword well, and you can only go to the battlefield if you practice good kung fu. The driver said.

Zimo looked at the coachman unconvinced, "I'll be handy soon." ”

The coachman shook his head helplessly and ordered, "It's been a morning of practice, let's go back and rest." ”

"Yes. After the soldiers answered, they dispersed, Zimo put the sword and shield in his hand where the weapons were placed and left, he and the little fat entered a path together, Ruolan ran to follow them, and walked to a place where there was light.

"Zimo. Ruolan called, "Wait for me." ”

Zimo stopped and turned back, Ruolan looked at him, and saw the embroidered mark on the collar of Zimo's clothes, which was a lion's sign, Ruolan recognized it at a glance, it was the embroidered mark on the collar of each soldier of the Yanqi tribe, she burst into tears, and asked tremblingly, "Where are you from?" Why is the embroidered mark on the collar of the clothes the embroidered mark of the Yanqi tribe soldier Flying Eagle, not the embroidered mark of the Luobu City Eagle?"

"I'm not originally from Luobu City, I'm Miss Ruolan, a soldier of the Yanqi tribe. ”

"You know me?" Ruolan looked at Zimo vigilantly.

"Of course. Zimo said, "I came here a month before you. ”

"Your family?" Ruolan asked tentatively.

"Like you, my family was killed by the savages, and I was the only one in the village who escaped. He turned around to leave, then turned around and said, "Girls shouldn't learn to practice swords, just like Master said, you should learn embroidery well, and then embroider the eagle of my Yanqi tribe on every herdsman's clothes." ”

"Nope. Ruolan shook her head, "I want to practice swords, go to the battlefield to kill savages like you, and avenge my father, mother, and every relative who died tragically in the Yanqi tribe." ”