Chapter Ninety-Three: Angelica

The school yard of the barracks is the same as it was two years ago.

As when we first set out on the expedition, there was no change, and the wind swept the dust on the sand-paved ground.

At the gate of the barracks, there was a wall, and on that wall, there were three hundred palm-sized wooden signs, and each wooden sign had a name written on it, which was the name of the three hundred battles.

The wooden plaques were stained with blood, and when they joined the army, everyone cut their fingers and dripped their own blood on them.

Gu Nan stood in front of the wall, and the trapped army behind him carefully put down the jars he was holding in his arms.

I don't know who it was, so I whispered.

"I'm home..."

"The army is back..."

They were all dead soldiers who crawled out of the corpses, but their eyes were red.

Two hundred and fourteen men roared at the eighty-six jars, which were silent.

"Army, return!"

The three hundred names were all written by Gu Nan herself, and she would also take them down herself.

The wooden sign in her hand was a little heavy, and she gently pulled it, ripped off the thread that tied the sign, and handed it aside.

By the time the eighty-six signs were removed, the wall was empty.

The remaining 200 or so plaques swayed in the wind.

"These eighty-six people died in battle, losing my face, and in the future, these eighty-six people will not belong to my battle! Reduced to a common citizen, fall back to your hometown! Don't say it's me who fell into battle anymore! ”

Gu Nan's voice was stern, like a scolding and reprimand.

At last, she smiled darkly.

"In the same way, if you don't turn your back on me and fall into the monstrous slaughter, you will be judged by goodness in the underworld, and you will have an afterlife."

"It's to vote for a good world..."

"Here!"

Gu Nan took the torch in the hands of the people around him and threw it on the eighty-six wooden cards, and in an instant, a raging fire ignited.

"Trapped!"

More than 200 people stood neatly, and the military looked solemn.

"Sending off!"

"Zheng!" Unsheathed.

"Go all the way!"

"Zheng!"

The blade of the sword was like a forest, towards the fire, and the green smoke drifted away in mid-air.

"Go all the way!"

In the fire, the wooden cards were burned out, and the people who fell on the battlefield one after another were burned in blood, and they burned out one sentence after another.

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The army returned victorious, and the King of Qin seemed to be several years younger, and his body, which was already not straight, stood on top of the hall again.

One by one, they summoned the marching generals and rewarded each military department according to their merits.

Until Gu Nan was summoned, it was already nearly night.

Gu Nan was summoned at the latest, and there was also a reason, the trapped army was originally a forbidden army, and there were three hundred death row prisoners, and their names were not correct and their words were not good. and the battle array are covered with bronze before they can go on the battle, and it is not a good reward for fairness.

It was in that battle formation that he killed that great murderous name, and it was also like this, and it was impossible to see anyone, and even the name could not be passed on. They can only have one name, and that is the trap camp.

And even if it is Gu Nan's identity, it is inconvenient, as a disciple of Bai Qi, it is difficult for her to use it again.

Everyone knows that Bai Qi died by thanking the world, and after using a sinner who thanked the world, he had a clear reputation.

Therefore, everyone in the world can know the trapped army and the white-robed general, but no one in the world will know who the white-robed general is and who the surname of the trapped army is.

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"The King."

King Qin summoned Gu Nan but didn't know that he was in the main hall, and in his study, Gu Nan stood at the door and saluted.

He put down the bamboo slip in his hand.

"Haha, the widowed general is here?"

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It's a really bad name, and I don't know who called it first.

It should just be because Gu Nan was wearing a mourning robe when he went out, and everywhere he passed, there was a killing sound that shook the sky, so he had this name.

"The king laughed, this name is not good." Gu Nan said helplessly.

King Qin laughed a few times, then coughed again.

His body has been getting worse day by day.

Wait for the cough to subside before continuing.

"You have repeatedly broken the enemy formation with the trapped camp, if the widow does not reward you, I am afraid that you will also slander in your hearts, hehe, let's talk about it, what reward do you want?"

Gu Nan stood under the seat and remained silent for a long time.

took out a book from his bosom and knelt down on one knee: "King, this is the method of trapping the camp into an army, and please take a look at it." ”

"Oh?" Gu Nan's approach made King Qin's face stunned, and he nodded: "Show it to me." ”

Taking the bamboo slip handed over by Gu Nan, King Qin simply flipped through it, but after a cursory look, he found that he didn't understand it just after a cursory look, so he pondered and studied it carefully.

The first reading is the time of half a pillar of incense.

By the time he put the bamboo slip down, it was already dark.

"The army is not brave, order-based, forbidden, soldier-oriented, formal, disciplined, and forged..." King Qin touched his beard.

"But I have a unique view of this military formation, and then these, training, training subjects, also have several meanings. However, if it is to be popularized throughout the army, I am afraid that it will take several years before it can achieve results. ”

"And." King Qin pointed to one in the book.

"The whole army cultivates internal breath, and you dare to do it."

"You don't know? If all the military formations in the world are accompanied by internal breath, it is equivalent to the theory of internal breath that everyone knows, and the world will not be chaotic. ”

(You can refer to the national gun ownership in the United States, although the country is not unstable, but if it is implemented in our country, a bad grasp will cause a big problem.) οΌ‰

"At this time, we can only march in one army, and we can't follow suit."

"That's what the king said." Gu Nan didn't refute either, if the whole name was cultivated, it would also cause a lot of problems for the rule of the royal power, and she didn't think that King Qin would approve of this article.

"So, ahem." King Qin put down the military register in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to beg for a widow?" ”

Gu Nan lowered his head and clenched his fists lightly: "Three hundred fell into battle and nearly half of them were lost in the battle, and the remaining people were difficult to fight. ”

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Gu Nan's words, King Qin did not reply for a long time, one of his hands was placed on the table, and his index finger was silently tapping on the table.

Halfway, he smiled and said, "You, don't you want them to die in the war again." ”

Without explanation, Gu Nan lowered his head: "King Mingjian." ”

"Haha, it's okay, but there are more than 200 people, and the few are allowed."

"Another reward for each person to cultivate two acres of land, one gold and one erdy."

"However, you tell them that what you have learned in the army cannot be passed on to the outside world, if you let the widows see the fallen warriors appear in the hands of others."

"Wait, sit down." King Qin's eyes glowed dangerously, but it quickly dissipated.

"Yes."

Ploughing two acres of land is already a great reward, and having a field is enough for them to live in this world.

"As for you, your reward has already been distributed to those soldiers just now, do you have any opinions?" King Qin was obviously a little unhappy that Gu Nan had his own selfishness.

"Nope." Gu Nan breathed a sigh of relief: "King Xie." ”