Cao Di's polemic once said, "One drum is vigorous, then it declines, three is exhausted, and the other exhausts my profits, so it is overcome." Qi may be said to be morale, or it can be said to be killing qi, if you lose in momentum at the beginning, you will always be crushed.

The Roman Empire liked to put the young men in the front and the veterans in the back, in order to allow the young men to block the first round of attacks so that the veterans could take advantage of the opportunity to fight.

However, China is different, China often puts the veterans first, and the young people last, because the young soldiers cannot resist the murderous spirit of the enemy, and they are frightened back by the veterans on the opposite side as soon as they enter the battle, which causes a military rout.

The public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother-in-law says that the mother-in-law is reasonable, and no one dares to say which side is absolutely right.

Sun Boling is a person who has long been accustomed to killing, he has seen too much blood, and he has long been numb; Seeing that Zhaoyun was already missing countless swords in his hand, he actually leaned on the wheelchair relaxedly, carefully observing Zhaoyun's movements.

Judging from his chess moves, this seems to be a very simple person, so simple that he only needs a few words to turn him into his own pawn.

Skio has absolute control over Sanqi, and sometimes Sanqi thinks that he can replace Xiaoqi, but he does not know that he is just a humble sacrifice for Xiaoqi.

Sun Boling is very confident and turns this loose chess piece into his own person. Because he has what he wants.

Zhaoyun now has only one goal, and that is to kill these ten people; After killing these ten people, there will be more people, and when the time comes, he can only kill as many people as possible.

The so-called killing spirit is to control oneself to kill people constantly.

Kill people to survive!

On this path, he seems to have gone further and further, so that he cannot see the original starting point; Deep down, killing is resisted by his morality, but this world of great controversy...... What about morality?

The road that can be killed, why bother?

The head of the soldier was obviously frightened by this sudden change in atmosphere, and did not say much to Zhaoyun, drawing his sword to slash, but was stopped by the blunt iron sword like an iron rod, and a backhand sword, not so much piercing, but brute force smashed through, piercing his chest. The man struggled for only a moment, his eyes open in disbelief, and then he lost his breath.

"Boss, boss dead?"

Those soldiers were frightened by the sound of the old man's piano before, and they were suppressed by the soldiers before they dared to approach the chess table; Now that Zhaoyun is standing in front of them like a rakshasa ghost, where is there any fighting ability? Turning his head, he ran towards the way he came, shouting, "Lord Sikou, help, help!" ”

"Rubbish! What's the use of raising children? ”

Si Koujing snorted in a deep voice, looking at the young man, although his heart palpitated, but after all, there was only one person, and the other three seemed to be literati, not good at using force, and the other children were not afraid, and hundreds of people were still afraid of him.

"All up, catch the murderer!"

The soldiers looked at each other and asked in unison, "Lord Sikou, why don't you take the lead?" ”

Jing was speechless for a moment and scolded: "You bunch of waste! I don't do anything on weekdays, but now I am doing things! I am your leader, and if I take the lead in everything, what is the use of staying and waiting? ”

These soldiers are used to being chic in the fish and meat township on weekdays, and it may be okay to let them collect protection money and smash stalls, but if they are sent to death...... Sorry, we don't know.

In layman's terms, these people are a typical rabble, strong on the outside and dry in the middle, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard.

"Cut! Our Lord Si Kou is timid and afraid of death, don't you know? ”

"That's it, but I have to take care of him on weekdays and give him face...... Up, right? ”

"Okay, let's go!"

Hearing these words of ridicule and sarcasm, Si Koujing was really angry; He is the prime minister of justice, regardless of the military, but because he has a good relationship with the town, Tian Li gave himself this great credit. And these soldiers, who were originally Sima in the town's subordinates, where were they willing to listen to him?

He could only hold back his anger and wait and see.

The rest of the soldiers walked up in twos and threes, and the few who fled back hurriedly hid to the last position. Suddenly, the old man's piano sounded again, still so pleasant, but still so murderous!

"It's noisy!"

The soldier who didn't understand the amorous situation directly interrupted the old man's piano, and even wanted to rush up and kill him; But the old man only stroked the piano lightly from beginning to end, and did not put such idle and filthy words in his ears.

"I said it's noisy!"

Finally, a soldier could not sit still, and rushed up the mountain rock to kill the old man; But at this moment, the last ray of light of the slanting sun fell silent and completely darkened, and a strange silver light was the most brilliant fireworks under the starry sky, passing through one chest after another.

Of all those who rushed up the mountain rock, none of them could take off the old man's head, but they were killed to the core.

At this moment, those soldiers who rubbed their skin and scratched their itches couldn't sit still at all, and they realized what a terrifying monster they were facing!

Standing on the top of the mountain, Zhaoyun is like a wild wolf, looking up to the sky under the silver moon and shouting, even if there is no response from his companions, he is already a worshipful existence under this sky.

Some swallowed and seemed to want to ask for mercy; There are also people who grit their teeth and stick to their last dignity; There are even more people who have already slipped away, and nothing is more important than their own lives.

“…… Kill! ”

With one enemy and one hundred, only Xiang Bawang dared to be so arrogant, but the young man in front of him did it! Although he faced a rabble of hundreds, it was enough to make his reputation resound!

He rushed into the enemy line like a cheetah, biting at the enemy's vital force, and his sharp fangs took the lives of many people! The blood hung on his body like battle armor, which stimulated the beastly nature in his heart.

At this moment, he has no choice, in order to survive, he can only kill, and the more he kills, the more he can live!

"Strange, monster!"

"Grandma save me!"

"Run!"

Zhaoyun is like a killing machine, unable to stop the blade of the sword in his hand; After killing an unknown number of people, those soldiers were finally afraid, or rather had been afraid for a long time, but the last sword broke through their remaining thin clothes.

Escape!

Zhaoyun has only one way to kill, and they have only one way to escape!

Jing was long gone, and he had to make a small report before these people fled back, so that Tian Li could question these people, not himself.

"He, he's coming!"

"Can the one in front of you run faster?"

"Ouch! Stomp on my feet! ”

"Flee separately, flee quickly!"

Compared with pursuit, these people seem to be more professional in fleeing for their lives, and they actually disperse and flee into the forest, leaving Zhaoyun unable to pursue.

Zhaoyun finally stopped the pace of pursuit, as Sun Boling said before, the killing qi can really defeat a thousand armies!

"The art of war is everywhere in the world!" Sun Boling said from afar, the corpse mountain in the middle, he couldn't walk over, "If you know the meaning of the art of war, you will learn the meaning of life." One person can be the enemy of hundreds, and if he holds a thousand troops, he will be the enemy of the world! The mystery of this art of war, throughout the ages, few people know it! ”

Zhaoyun looked at Sun Boling from afar, in the dark night, his expression could not be guessed thoroughly, but it was definitely confusing.

What did this man say so much to him for?

He was about to ask, but Sun Boling didn't look back, and quietly left, leaving behind a few young people who were sorting out the corpses, and the old people who picked up the piano and were about to leave.

Zhaoyun wanted to stop the old man, but the old man didn't look back, he seemed to have his own arrogance, and he didn't want to be with a reckless man like Zhaoyun. After a while, a boy stepped forward and said, "Childe, my husband has prepared a guest room for you and that child, please come with me." ”

Looking at the two people who were gradually moving away, Zhaoyun shook his head and left in the opposite direction......

In Sun Boling's house, there are a large number of maps and formation maps, and there are countless bamboo slips on the table, cabinet, and ground; There are famous works of predecessors, new revisions edited by him, and his perceptions, and the name of later generations is "Sun Bin Art of War".

"How do you know this person is the person you're looking for?" As soon as the old man entered the door, he asked directly, but his face was obviously not very good.

"I have learned a little divination with my master, but I have drilled a thorough ...... over the years."

The old man shook his head: "Even so, what can this reckless man bring you?" Not to mention that he's too young! ”

"Didn't you say that I was a chessman?" Sun Boling chuckled, took the bamboo slip casually, and looked at it leisurely, "Since it is a chess game, there are too few scattered chess, so it will naturally fall into passivity." ”

The old man's brows sank deeper and deeper: "You are in my Qi dynasty...... Is it less? ”

"There are quite a few, but unfortunately no one has fulfilled my wishes!" Sun Boling sighed, "So, I didn't use this chess piece to put it in the court. ”

The old man's breath was suffocated, and he saw a touch of vicissitudes from Sun Boling's eyebrows, as if he was tired of the world: "You...... What do you mean by that? ”

"I am already familiar with the art of war of my ancestor Sun Wu; Although I don't think I'm worthy, I think what I see and say has a deep meaning for my ancestors...... It is impossible for me to take these words to the cemetery and talk to myself and my ancestors. ”

"I ...... An apprentice is needed! An apprentice who can shine in my art of war and immortalize future generations! ”