- "Ever since I put on this uniform, I have been strict with myself, for I know that any stain on morality will tarnish the glory of a samurai, and any breach of discipline will be pointed out by me. Military discipline is an unshakable iron law, and if I violate discipline, I will no longer be a saber man, but a sword ghost. Wu Yu read the manuscript impassionedly. The sound of the radio shook in all directions, and everyone listened to it with excitement. Wu Yu is very performative. He used his perfect speech to exert invisible coercion on the pastoral, and consumed the edges and bones of the pastoral song inch by inch.

"Centurion, you don't have to say it. Pastoral Ge passed by Tang Wei and walked towards Zheng Xuan on the parade platform.

The chief of staff hurried to the rostrum after passing by the madrigal, holding the draft of the speech. He seemed to be late.

Pastoral remembered the frankness of the chief of staff, and remembered that the chief of staff was a high-level executive, and he might not favor Wu Yu like Tan Hua. He hurriedly chased after him, dragged the chief of staff in the distance of the crowd, and said eagerly: "Chief of staff, please listen to me about something......

"What do you see, young man?" the chief of staff turned his head and waved his speech, "that little bastard above will appear on the rostrum and have been with you for at least half an hour. So you'd better let go of your hands, you'll let everyone know I'm late. ”

Pastoral pleaded, "Chief of Staff, I am confused and need your advice. It's important, it's about my life!"

The chief of staff rubbed his bald head in annoyance, then folded his waist helplessly, and weakly compromised: "Damn, it would be nice if I weren't so kind." You have a minute, say, what are you confused about?"

Pastoral Song told the story of being knocked out by Wu Yu and sucked the marrow one by one, and the chief of staff listened attentively, looked at the table twice, but did not urge Pastoral Song. When the madrigal was finished, the chief of staff asked straight to the point: "So what is your problem? How do you prove your innocence? or how do you rise to the top?"

Pastoral Ge was stunned for a moment: "If you don't prove your innocence, how can you rise to the top?"

The chief of staff wiped the grease off his face vigorously, then leaned closer to the pastoral and raised his index finger: "You will usher in the most important turning point in your life, because I will correct a mistake that has affected your life." That is, there is nothing to do with self-proved, on the contrary, you have to keep falling down, like a parachute and forgetting to bring an umbrella bag, until you fall into the mud and dirt, lower than the dung pit, lower than the shit plane in the dung pit, lower than the maggots in the shit - when you put your position so low, you will be invincible, you will be invincible, you will break free from the shackles of morality, and you will become the most powerful person in the pantheon. Remember? Repeat, how lowly you are? Tell me how lowly you are?"

"Cheaper than maggots?" Madrigal replied tentatively, forced to do nothing.

"Good lad. The chief of staff grinned in satisfaction, patted Madrigal on the shoulder, and turned to the podium, his broad figure staggering like a duck.

- Wu Yu's passionate speech is gradually reaching a climax: "My dream is very simple, that is, to ask myself to have a clear conscience. My dream is also ambitious, which is to have all civilizations with a clear conscience like I am. The only way to realize this ideal is to join the Federation fleet, let the light of freedom and democracy shine through the galaxy, shine on the farthest frontiers touched by the engine of leap, cleanse different civilizations with universal values, and inspire all races with the faith of the sun. ”

Muge thought to himself: "What the chief of staff said is a bit reasonable, you see that Wu Yu fell below the lower limit, and he was immediately invincible." I've tried so hard, but I've struggled. The chief of staff was busy answering questions, and although the answers were not satisfactory, Madrigal would not resent the chief of staff with vengeance.

However, this is not the answer that Pastoral wants.

All those who care about pastoral songs give their advice. There was only one high-standard and arrogant person, standing on the left side of the god of war, with an indifferent face, listening to Wu Yu's boasting, obliquely glancing at the pastoral song that was swaying and approaching, and never asked him to preach. She was convinced that the conclusion of the pastoral song to follow the voice of the heart would not turn into cowardice.

The parade lane was extremely empty, and Pastoral Ge put on a military uniform, stepped into the parade lane, and looked up at Wu Yu who was scolding Fang Xuan. He knew that Li Zi was glancing at him, but he had no time to deal with it—he only had a fierce rival in his eyes.

"Pastoral!" Captain Yuan shouted angrily. Suddenly, the broadcast stopped, and the audience was silent, and even Wu Yu, who deliberately ignored the madrigal, was forced to stop his speech and look down at the madrigal.

"Walk into the parade lane, what do you want to do? Rest and recuperate when you should recuperate, and return to the team if you don't recuperate!" Tan Hua hurriedly stepped forward and scolded behind Madrigal.

These two middle-level officials both had a premonition that the pastoral song was going to speak, so they stopped drinking in advance, trying to use official coercion to force him to go back, and not to "make extraneous branches" on the solemn occasion attended by the god of war.

Wu Yu held the manuscript and stared meaningfully at the pastoral, his gaze like an ultimatum at the negotiating table. He was majestic and a leader, and when he condescended to look at the madrigal, it was as if the whole world was accusing the madrigal, "You are guilty."

All the officers and men of the fleet did not know what Madrigal was going to say, and they all stared at his back in amazement.

Those in power knew what Madrigal was going to say, and they stared nervously at his lips.

Shuna looked into the distance by the railing, and Li Zi looked at it indifferently, waiting for the pastoral to make a manly choice.

Zheng Xuan, the god of war, lined up in the center of the stage, looking down at the person who was given the knife by him expressionlessly.

Madrigal looked up at the god of war, his shoulders shaking, and his uniform slid to the ground and piled up. Then he raised his head and opened his eyes, and his voice shook Xiaohan: "The crime will be a pastoral song, privately open military salaries, delay fighter planes, dare not accuse the sick, and be willing to be whipped to prove military law!"

As soon as these words came out, the ending was clear, and the pastoral song had already been punished. Tan Hua immediately shut up and no longer urged Pastoral to return to the team; Regiment Leader Yuan also died down and no longer used his voice to intimidate Pastoral Ge; Wu Yu was even more relieved, and an inappropriate smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The god of war was indifferent, raised his hand, and ordered: "Whip a hundred times, and the strength must be enough." "The more in front of the public, the more strict the law and discipline must be, even if the pastoral is sick, it must be whipped like thunder to set an example. Zheng Xuan's iron-fisted courage and ruthlessness can be seen.

Because there was no Sun Cross on the parade lane, Madrigal opened his arms and was staggered by the whip, but he still stood firm, opened his eyes and gritted his teeth, even though the whip was like thunder and blood flowed all over the ground, he grinned and died. The white shirt was cut into bright red coats by the whip, and the green tendons of the madrigal's head jumped into a concave and convex relief. He was sweating profusely, whipping and roaring:

"Ninety-eight!"

"Ninety-nine!"

"One hundred!"

Shuna couldn't stand it, and she couldn't take her eyes off it, her hand rubbed her face slippery, knowing that her tears were smeared with makeup. Li Zi bit her lip unconsciously, her thin eyebrows frowned sadly, and the iceberg beauty finally showed her demeanor. Miss Zheng only dared to look at the pastoral song timidly from between her fingers, far from being as calm as Zheng Xuan - Zheng Xuan was very satisfied with it, and even nodded twice.

After eating the whipping, Madrigal vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground, hunched over and coughed. Tan Hua personally came up and helped Muge to rest. As a result, Muge broke away from Tan Hua, hunched his waist and wiped the blood from his mouth, and as soon as he raised his head, he shouted out a sentence angrily, and suddenly the earth was shattered, and the head of the Yuan regiment kicked away the chair and stood up and shouted "nonsense".

The pastoral song opened its mouth and shook all directions: "The sin of the pastoral song will be paid with blood." There is still one thing that has not yet reached heaven's hearing: Wu Yu is guilty of falsely passing on the general's order! First, in his position as deputy commander-in-chief, he tried to blackmail and deceive our troops, so that his unit could privately pay military salaries, eat and rest, and thus violate military discipline. Second, with the convenience of the deputy commander-in-chief, he intercepted the general's order, so that our unit was not dispatched and stood by on the spot, thus delaying the military plane. The third is ......"

This impeachment document enumerated Wu Yu's sneaky deeds, which were recited on the spot by the pastoral song, seeking truth from facts, and the words were conclusive. And because the pastoral song dared to act and dared to act, he only accused others after swallowing the punishment and pleading guilty, and the credibility was suddenly unequal, and everyone only felt that this passage was resounding, and they couldn't wait to applaud.

Tan Hua stood behind the pastoral song in a daze, shouted angrily several times, reached out to pull the pastoral song, but his hands were full of blood, and he felt that his behavior was out of order, and he did not dare to commit violence under the gaze of the god of war, so he was helpless, and his heart was like a knife.

Yuan Hua, the commander of the samurai regiment, was even more afraid, he had just lost his temper, and a martial god dared to shoot a case next to the god of war, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he thought about it. He clearly remembered that when he scolded the pastoral song for "nonsense", as soon as he slapped the table, the teacup lid in front of the god of war jumped up, although the god of war was calm and calm, Yuan Hua did not have a force in his heart, lest the god of war blame him in his heart.

Yuan Hua's gaffes were all harmed by pastoral songs. The first is the cry of the madrigal, the rules are clear, the arts and sciences are neat, it can be described as unprecedented, just to fill the gap of "kitsch everywhere, no one is available", aroused many people's love for talent, some neutral high-level even touched their chins, showing appreciation, which made Yuan Hua very passive. The second is that Yuan Hua was paralyzed by the hundred lashes of the pastoral song, and thought that Wu Yu had won a complete victory, and he had earned the favor of the high-level of the God of War Temple, and he had already sat back and relaxed, but the pastoral song was shocked, which caught Yuan Hua off guard, so that he lost his temper. The third is that the god of war does not play cards according to common sense, and has carried out a lot of clean and upright reforms, which is not in the right way with Yuan Hua, Yuan Hua is afraid that the pastoral song and the god of war will "smell the same" and bring more trouble to himself.

Wu Yu opened his mouth, looked back at Yuan Hua frequently, and saw that the head of the Yuan regiment wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and Wu Yu suddenly became dispossessed, because he found that Pastoral had also learned to please his superiors: Pastoral Ge did not defend at all, did not say a word, first honestly confessed his guilt, and the punishment was full, giving the god of war enough face. Even the newcomer Wang was whipped in public, and it is estimated that no one dared to slack off for a long time.

Now that he has reaped the full deterrent effect, the god of war is in a happy mood, and will listen carefully to the pastoral statements, and will probably listen to him.

I have to say that when Wu Yu was plotting against Pastoral, he also taught Pastoral a lot of tricks. Wu Yu thought in horror, as long as a wave of pastoral songs did not press death, the pastoral songs would return the way of others, wouldn't he have met an expert who was an eye for an eye, a lone wolf who would be retribution?

Wu Yu's fear of pastoral songs arises spontaneously. Only by pressing the madrigal can he be given psychological peace.

These people's panic fell in Li Zi's eyes. Li Zi still bit her lip, but her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she couldn't help but smile.