The ram resists and dislikes Bai Suzhen's existence with Zhao Han. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The young scribes didn't like it either.

Not only the two of them, but also those Qingluanwei outside who are now "playing" with the local Yanyun Iron Cavalry, one of them is counted as one, and it is estimated that there are no more than ten who can accept Bai Suzhen's existence.

This is normal.

Because when they were alive, these "dead people" were aiming to kill the demon clan.

Now they have won the "glory" by dying on the battlefield, but in the blink of an eye, their own leading boss married a goblin?

Are you worthy of us?

What did you do earlier?

This thing hit too hard, and everyone couldn't accept it.

In the sound of martial arts, on the shore of the West Lake.

The hundreds of Yan Yun Iron Cavalry of the Great Song Dynasty and the Qingluan Guard, who were only half of the number, were competing in the field.

Wooden weapons, stones, and timber became the weapons of both sides.

One hundred and fifty people in the stadium were "crawling and rolling", and more than 1,000 spectators outside the stadium were also there to cheer for their families.

The shouts here were simply disturbing and quiet, making the residents of Hangzhou City, who had died at home a few days ago, tremble, afraid that there would be another demon slaughter of the city.

Strange to say.

The situation in the field is obviously that Qingluanwei, who has few people, has the advantage, but those who shout and cheer outside the field are some local Yan Yunwei, on the other hand, those Qingluanwei who occupy the majority of the people who eat melons are all lazily leaning on the spot at this time, looking lazy.

"I can't lift my spirits..."

Under the big willow tree, a ram holding a large watermelon in his hand and munching on it said to the young scribe on the side.

The weather in Hangzhou is too hot.

Unlike the Western Regions of the Empire on the main plane, although the summer in the southwest is also very hot, the heat there only gives people a dry feeling, not the humid heat like the land south of the Yangtze River, like throwing people into a steamer.

The ram is not used to it.

Even if he is essentially dead, who knows how Zhao Han got it, during this time, Qingluanwei and the others found that they actually had a sign of "coming back from the dead".

From the very beginning when they came out, they were fluttering, to now being able to play hand-to-hand combat with these "recruit eggs" in front of them, and then to fighting the ram so that they can hold a big watermelon and eat wildly, they seem to really have the appearance of "coming to life".

"If you can't lift your spirits, go to the general, and let the general rain in time"

Beside the ram, the young scribe said with a smile.

This young scribe with blood-red eyes and a ghost and god in the army is now eating watermelon as if he were fighting against the ram.

Unlike the rams, which were chopped in large pieces, the watermelons on the plate in front of the young scribe were cut into diamond-shaped pieces and held in ice cubes.

Picking up a piece of cold watermelon with bamboo chopsticks and just putting it in his mouth, the young scribe Mimi raised his eyes, revealing a look of enjoyment.

It's so sweet......

"Ask for a fart" The ram glared: "You are the general of our family and the dragon king, and you say that it will rain wherever you go?" ”

"Why not?"

Picking up a piece of ice, the young scribe shook his head at Ram Kang: "You and I are not in the empire at this time, although the people here look similar to the empire, but both the average quality and the popularity are very different from the empire, and I have inquired around in the past few days, and found that the people here only recognize a country called the Great Song Dynasty, and have never heard of the existence of the empire."

The young scribe paused, and a fierce flash flashed in his blood-colored eyes: "Here... It's a small world independent of the main plane."

The young scribe was sure of what he said.

Even if the stars in the sky are the same as the empire, the concentration of spiritual power in the world can't be faked, the world's suppression of Taoism and material resources can't be faked, and the things passed on by the people may be faked, but they can't be done to the extent that they don't reveal half of their foundation.

It's really not the main plane here......

Since it is not the main plane, there is no need to follow some established "rules".

For example, the rules that must be followed when it rains, and the "rules" that some families must follow......

While the young scribe was thinking this, the ram Kang opposite him began to eat watermelon again.

The young scribe had come to persuade him, and the ram knew this.

Even if the young scribe doesn't like Bai Suzhen, the monster, but he hasn't resisted like the ram resist, in the case that Zhao Han has already decided, the ram may protest silently, but the young scribe will find a way to mediate the relationship between the army.

This is the difference in perception between the two!

As a martial artist, Ram Kang has his own persistence and belief in his heart.

As a staff officer, the young scribe only looked at the results and the atmosphere in the army.

Therefore, when the ram was in a mood of resistance, even if he had some resentment in his heart, the young scribe still came to persuade the ram to resist the ram general.

is like what Zhao Han once said to the young scribe: "It's really my blessing to meet you"

This sentence was said by Zhao Han to the drunken young scribe when the two met for the third time.

The young scribe at that time just smiled with his eyes in his eyes.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared at Xiao Shizi, who had just passed the age of ten in front of him, and then was carried home by Zhao Han and Zhao Jundu in a drunken haze......

He was snatched back by the two!

After sobering up, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man who he considered the "mastermind" did not appear.

On the contrary, in his eyes, a ten-year-old child and a little guy who does not understand the world, comes to him every day with wine and food, and accompanies him to travel and play together.

Fresh clothes and angry horses, food and wine, Yanyun streets, lackeys and evil servants.

Life must be happy!

The two have been together for half a year.

The young scribe with a pair of scarlet eyes did not deliberately show his talent during the past six months, and Zhao Han, who was just ten years old at the time, was also full of care.

Half a year after half a year, a year after another year.

Thirteen years old.

The son of the world, who is already six feet seven inches tall, has joined the army!

The flag of the white tiger is waving.

Eight hundred Yan Yun's descendant troops!

Those who enlisted in the army during the same period included Zhao Han, the little son of Yanyun, and a young scribe who was born with a pair of scarlet eyes.

In this way, he spent three months in the army.

The two of them were still the little soldiers who crawled around in the training camp every day, watching the little priest in the same situation could only smile bitterly when they got up every morning before the rooster crowed, and when they returned every night covered in mud and didn't even bother to take a bath.

Enjoy three years of happiness, and this blessing is not enjoyed in vain.

Don't you think this is a sin?

The day of sin is yet to come!

Xiao Shizi was fourteen years old, and the young scribe who had already mixed into the position of military cashier was dispatched by an order from the Yanyun Military Department to say a "hell" and unwarranted dead soldier battalion!

Just didn't have to suffer, only to be thrown into the ragtag army again?

The young scribe of that time almost scolded his mother!

When he returned to the camp and saw the little man who had already packed his bags, this guy knew everything in his heart.

It's bad again.

At that time, Xiao Shizi just patted him on the shoulder, called his name, and told him that we will always come out.

Will it come out?

The young scribes never doubted this.

But little ancestor, when did you develop the habit of running wherever you worked?

Isn't it good to enjoy Qingfu in Yanyun City?

With a piece of paper, the two of them came to the border fortress south of Yanyun City.

When I came to the tent of the new barracks, I saw a large group of veterans lying on the school field basking in the sun.

It's all after today, and there is no tomorrow!

For the two newcomers, these old guys naturally won't look at it.

Xiao Shizi didn't care.

I just watched all this with a smile every day, and it took me three months to get along with these people!

Drinking, eating meat, sneaking out to hunt.

Sometimes they also lead a team out to grab a few goblins from the "southwest border of cholera" to come back.

People are more and more familiar.

The number of times I go out is increasing.

The courage is also getting bigger.

If something goes wrong, someone is guilty, so what are they afraid of?

Once, twice, it was a goblin on the border.

Three times, four times, it was some small demon tribes in the southwestern border.

Five, six....

Seven, eight....

Ten times, twenty times....

When everyone ran to the border of the West Styx Sea in a trance, they suddenly found that they had almost cleaned up the monsters in the southwest......

What happens after that?

Hit the past?

Hit it!

A group of people went in high spirits.

As a result, he provoked a large army of the demon clan, and he was almost made dumplings.

After returning to the camp desperately, the young scribe found that there was no one in this ragtag army who complained about the little man who took the lead......

Less than a week after the trip to the Western Styx, the camp of the dead was replenished by the sergeants from above.

A large number of shrewd and capable sergeants were stuffed into this dead soldier camp.

Leading the team was Zhao Jundu, whom the young scribe had seen.

A standard armor in the Yan Yun Army is nothing more than a bright silver that shines in the sun and attracts pupils.

Ryoma, spear, and general are in the age of heroism.

Compared with his brother, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, who lazily holds a "hard tree branch" as a spear every day, is undoubtedly compared.

Life still has to be lived.

The battalion of the dead was replenished with new recruits, and the responsibilities of the team became greater.

Under the leadership of Zhao Jundu, the new lieutenant. In addition to its duty of patrolling the borders of the Western Stygian Sea, the Dead Battalion began to increase its daily training.

It's really a plus....

Can you imagine a team that eats and waits for death, and suddenly has to train according to the elite of Yanyun's regular army?

The old soldiers, who were originally lazy, suffered a lot.

The young scribes followed suit and sinned!

Prepare ordnance, transport grain and grass, survey the terrain, and treat people with ...... All sorts of messy things were arranged on him!

In the words of coach Zhao Jundu: "You can manage the stupid sheep when you are a captain, and it makes no sense that you will not be able to do it after I come."

In the words of Zhao Junqing, the son of the little world: "My brother is a violent temper, if you don't serve him well, then wait for the whip"