Jixia, a highly tolerant academy, did not disappoint Meng Lu, and his violent temper was completely contrary to common sense through the "happy correct combat method" and his talent for machine guns.

got some "victories", and unexpectedly gained the recognition of the "Star Team" partners and partners in the Dream Returning Competition.

Although he has been rebellious and perverse since he was a child, he inevitably often brushes fire with others, and the character of bombarding when he disagrees,

makes him one of the best among the students in Jixia and is known as "not easy to mess with", but his talent and ideals will eventually guide him to a path of growth that belongs to him......

Mengru, a young man with long black and white hair, was ordered to stand in front of his desk again, and on the table, there was a copy of "The Art of War" that had been completely altered.

The young man, who was still growing, clenched his fists, tilted his head to the window, bit his lip disdainfully, and his eyes were stubborn and unwilling......

In front of the young man, standing straight like a mountain peak is the famous general in the entire Xuanyong and even in the land of Zhulu - Meng Tian,

A pillar of the country who has experienced a hundred battles, relying on strict management of the army and the deployment of troops, and has won the weight of the monarch.

He is also the father of this teenage rebellious teenager in front of him.

"This is the twenty-seventh book of war that you have altered without permission." The general's voice was calm and deep.

"......" Meng Lu was silent, his head still turned out of the window, and looked disdainfully at the array of guards in the distant courtyard where his father was training in an orderly manner, and all this was nothing new in Meng Lu's eyes......

"Bing Shuyun 'Those who are dangerous, I will live in it first, and I will live in Gaoyang to wait for the enemy' (translation: in a dangerous place, if we occupy it first, we must occupy a high ground and open to the sun to serve the enemy), why do you want to alter it without authorization?" Father asked in a calm tone.

When it came to the art of war, the young man turned his head and yelled at his father unconvinced, "What the book of war says is wrong! You've occupied the open heights, and the enemy won't fight you if they can't do it! If it were me, I would have done the opposite, choosing to ambush and hide in a dangerous and narrow place, making full use of the terrain......

The boy gushed: "Combined with the bullets that my machine gun 'Hun Tian' will turn, the whoosh will definitely make the enemy ......."

"Nonsense! The book of war is the essence of the hundred battles of the predecessors, and it is obtained from repeated battles.

The father's non-obsessive tone interrupted Meng Rui: "You are still young, you need to devote yourself to studying the scriptures, so that you can learn and use it, and you can play childish jokes!" ”

"Childish! Childish !! In your eyes, will I always be a little hairy boy who doesn't know anything about the art of war?!

Don't you have any new ideas in your old dogma?" Meng Lu slammed his clenched fist against the table: "If you dare to let me go to the battlefield, I will definitely ......"

"Nonsense!" The general was quiet but majestic, and interrupted his son again: "The battlefield is not a child's play, if you want to become a qualified soldier of Xuanyong one day, there is no shortcut, you can only study the classics diligently and diligently, and the classics that have been precipitated by time and practice are the only way to win......

"That's enough!! Who is going to be an immutable, old-fashioned adult like you!! The young man's anger seemed to tear down the roof of the General's Mansion, and the stars in his eyes were about to be ignited.

The general calmly looked at his son, and indifferently taught, "Moodiness is taboo in the use of soldiers; No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles, you go back to the room and think about it. “

Meng Lu gritted his teeth, slammed the door, stumbled, and almost tripped over his father's favorite pots of magnolia in the yard. The young man who was holding back the fire in his belly, raised his hand and raised the machine gun to shoot at the neatly placed magnolia, and left angrily.

The broken petals and leaves flew into the air in a mess and fell to the gray stone platform, like the self-esteem of a teenager being crushed again.

"No rules, no circle." The general, who commanded thousands of troops, once again fell into contemplation in the face of this only son who was as untamable as a wild horse......

The roof of the backyard, since Menglu was a child, has been the place where he comes alone in a daze after colliding with his father.

The afterglow of Xuanyong's remnant sun sprinkled on the corrugated, and after a few short whistles, the white-feathered eagle, which he had called "unrestrained" since childhood, flew from the air and landed on Mengru's shoulder.

The white eagle put away his sharp eyes and sharp claws, and rubbed the boy's cheek with his furry head.

The boy stroked the vigorous wings and snow-white feathers of the white eagle that had grown up, and the irritability in his eyes gradually turned into a childlike gentleness - "unrestrained" is the life he insisted on saving despite his father's scolding when he was a child......

"The ancients said: 'Industry is good at diligence, and absurdity is frolic', at the age of diligent study and hard study to have a solid foundation, these will distract your energy......"

The father's reprimand is still in his ears, and in his memory, the angry child with tears in his eyes still protects the injured chick in his arms, and will not compromise in the slightest......

is also uncompromising, as well as the love for those various machine guns, no matter what kind of machine weapons, in the hands of Meng Rui, it is guaranteed to become a powerful "killer weapon",

That's a special talent for teenagers. Especially often accompanied by the gun in his hand that was named "Hun Tian" by Meng Lu,

It was made in imitation of a master of mechanics he had seen when he was a child, and it was made in his hand.

And these things, in my father's place, compared with the orthodox military books and pragmatic formations, will always be the "toys" that do not enter the stream, and the playthings are the culprits of losing their minds......

The wind on the roof whistled like a knife, and the wind of Xuanyong was always so harsh that it hurt.

Meng Lu really doesn't understand why this general Mengda, who made the people of Xuanyong bow and love and make the enemy fearful, gave birth to his father, why he always goes toe-to-toe with him.

For as long as he can remember, my father seems to only care about those one-by-one military books and military techniques, whether it is his own original tactics or proud machine guns, in my father's eyes, they are all deviant and absurd.

His repeated collisions were always exchanged for harsh reprimands and teachings, and even severe punishments...... The irritable teenager became more and more rebellious and perverse.

On the roof, there was a fire lying on his back, and the more he thought about it, the more indignant he became, until the moon climbed up the curtain of the night, and then came down from above......

Under the moonlight, the young man in red with short black and white hair returned to the room with anger that had not dissipated for a long time, looking around at this residence from childhood to adulthood, and the bursting anger came up again.

This is a living room, it is a cage at all! - Angular and unaesthetic desks, bedding, couches and cabinets are always spotless at the bereavement of his father......

The airtight bookcase on all sides was overly neatly filled with huge volumes of military books, "Sun Tzu", "Wu Zi", "Sima Fa", "Liutao", "Wei Xuanzi", and "Three Strategies...... There is also an outrageously demanding schedule......