"The second battalion will be handed over to you."

On the high platform, Wang Luo stood in front of the line of officers, handed Zhou Chen a red ribbon, and patted him on the shoulder. "I hope you work hard."

Zhou Chen did not wear armor, but wrapped in a bandage. His injuries were too serious, so Zhou Yingxiong made such an arrangement. At this moment, he looked excited, took the ribbon, and clenched his hands into fists. "For the world! For all peoples! For the generals! Zhou Chen is willing to throw his head and spill his blood! ”

Well, no matter how many times you listen to it, this set of words is still good. Wang Luo looked into the distance, the approximate location of Zhou Yingxiong.

Can't see clearly.

Presiding over logistics, allocating materials, and calculating rewards were also great achievements. If he hadn't suffered that defeat, he would have been here.

Unlike Yang Wentian, even if he cares about friendship, it is difficult to arrange a position for him.

Zhou Chen put the ribbon on his body, walked to the front of the stage, and waved to the soldiers below. There were bursts of cheers, most of them the soldiers who fought with him on the day of the decisive battle.

Zhou Chen, it can be regarded as shame and courage. In that decisive battle, Wang Luo assigned the first and second place to himself, and the third place was him.

Wang Luo remembered the situation that day. Before leaving, Zhou Chen did not use the usual shield and ring-headed knife, but chose a big axe. As soon as the battle began, he was under the cover of the guards around him, desperately attacking the enemy formation. In the early battle, he hacked to death at least a dozen Han troops on the opposite side, exerting great pressure on the enemy. Later, when the Han army's front wavered, it was he who led his men to attack the enemy desperately, and finally opened the gap first.

That day, he seemed to have gone mad. Many soldiers said that Zhou could be seen throughout the battle. He suffered more than 20 wounds, changed weapons three times, and only two people died in the original team of dozens of people. Therefore, having contributed so much to the victory, he was entitled to the appointment of commander.

Then, Wang Luo took out a ribbon from the plate held by the soldier next to him and handed it to Zhang Shi. This is someone you know as soon as you enter the scene. Although he never showed loyalty, he did his best in all his tasks, and on the day of the decisive battle, he was brave enough to resist the attacks of the Han cavalry.

"The first battalion will be handed over to you." Wang Luo patted his arm.

"For the country, for the world, for the revolution, Zhang will not hesitate to die."

Zhang Shi arched his hand and took the ribbon. His voice was stiff, as if he was reciting. But when he walked to the front of the stage and received the cheers of the soldiers, he showed a rare smile.

The commander of the third battalion, Wang Luo chose Sun Qiao.

This is the commander of the three battalions that are about to go on the march. After that, some lieutenants and military officials will need to be appointed, but if they are all carried out here, the whole ceremony will be too long. Those positions should be appointed in the form of documents later.

Those who have been appointed are in turn in front of the stage to be cheered. Except for the first few people, most of the officers could only get the support of the people in their own camps, and the newly surrendered Han army remained silent for many times.

However, they should be envious in their hearts. The value of ritual is to affect the psychology of the individual in it. When they see that ordinary people have been given the opportunity to be in the limelight because of their achievements, then the next time, at the beginning of the battle, they will be full of scenery on the stage.

I hope that it is myself who stands on the stage, and it is I who enjoys cheering and supporting. Although some people will deny and avoid these things when they talk about them, in their hearts, they all crave them.

The next step is to bestow the medal. Wang Luo's forging skills could not make such things, so he had to trouble the blacksmiths in the camp---- fortunately, some of them were captured when he broke through the Han army's camp.

Wang Luo picked up a golden medal. According to etiquette, it should be worn on Zhou Chen's chest by himself. But Wang Luo thought about the process for a while, and felt that it was very troublesome--- the sun was very hot, and he was tired after standing on it for a long time. So he handed the medal to Zhou Suyan on the side.

"You come to put medals on the soldiers." Wang Luo said. "According to etiquette, this is what a lady should do."

Zhou Suyan blinked his eyes a few times, as if he was puzzled and surprised by this kind of etiquette that he had never heard before. After that, she didn't say anything, picked up the medal, walked in front of Zhou Chen, and put the medal on his ribbon.

When Zhou Chen thanked her respectfully, she turned her head and glanced at Wang Luo.

That gaze was very bright at the moment, like a clear lake falling all over the sky. Seeing that Wang Luo was looking at the audience, she didn't say anything. When he turned his head, there was a smile on his lips.

After that, in the face of the respectful salute of the officers who came one after another, the smile bloomed. And her whole person, shining in the sun.

Wang Luo looked at Lin Feirui, who was surrounded by the members of Wuzhou in the audience, and was also laughing.

Her chin was soft and felt good in the hand at the time.

Wang Luo's behavior was purely out of a kind of curiosity, similar to "Your position is too handsome, I can't help but kick it, I haven't played so well for a long time." ”

Because, Lin Feirui's performance last night made him smell something very funny--- which was the bitter smell of the unsatisfied sense of loss of vanity. This made Wang Luo find it very interesting.

For her, it's not herself who is interested, but power, honor, status, --- these contents.

He immediately remembered Julien and Mathilde. That Miss Jiao sought out Yu Lian in order to seek a different stimulation from others, but as soon as she found out that Yu Lian loved her, she immediately began to despise him. And after discovering that he was pursuing others, he immediately loved him in return.

Will this also be the case with this woman? As soon as he thought of this, Wang Luo's heart flowed with the joy of a child discovering a new toy.

He remembered some of his previous analyses and couldn't help but want to try.

That's right, that's what women are. Even if it is something they don't like and don't need, once it is obtained by others, it will arouse great competition in their hearts.

If you want to chase a proud woman, you might as well coordinate with her best friend first, and then confess. After being rejected, she and her best friend Duoxiu show affection, so that if she accidentally sees it, she can achieve a beautiful psychological breakdown.

As soon as such an idea appeared in Wang Luo's mind, he did it casually. Although he didn't have much interest in Lin Feirui--- she was very beautiful, and he didn't mind coming with her a few times, but he never wanted to pursue her.

So, he took Zhou Suyan to his side, held her hand in front of everyone, and took her around the venue, so that the soldiers cheered for her by the way. Then let her give the officer a medal.

And in the whole process, he didn't notice the changes in Zhou Suyan's eyes, the hesitation and helplessness at the beginning, the gradual excitement, and the later hesitation.... and the radiance that bloomed when he finally gave the order for her to be honored.

He was proud of the psychological breakdown he had achieved. Playing with an innocent girl is a despicable thing. But since the other party is such a strong woman who often plays with other people's feelings, this treatment of her must not cause negative emotions in the group.

Anticipating the possible outcome, he was so excited that he almost laughed out loud.