Wen Qingyu took a deep breath of the cold morning air, and shouted in a deep voice: "Beat the drum and raise the tent!" ”

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The dull sound of the bell suddenly broke through the sky, and in the morning light, the sound was heard far away, and it seemed that half of the mountain was shaking slightly.

Wen Qingyu's clear eyes quickly swept around his tent, since he wanted to train soldiers, everything had to be in accordance with military law.

It's really early now, and the uncles were really tired yesterday. However, she did not have much time.

In fact, she is already very benevolent, she didn't tell them to smell the chickens and dance and get up as soon as they were clear, and she was already a good boss who was very considerate of her subordinates.

She was not in a hurry to return to the tent, she stood in front of the big tent, she just wanted to see it clearly as soon as possible. Because of her negligence and stupidity, how far has Changshengwei, who was once proud of the world, degenerated.

She is responsible for her own mistakes, and she ruined an elite in three years. She spent three months helping them get reborn!

The drum beat nine times, very far away.

In the open mountains, the echo effect is excellent. So, the drum beat went on for a little longer.

The first drum sounded, and no one came out. The second sound, there was still no one.

Until the last sound, the camp was still empty, and there was not half a human figure.

The corners of Wen Qingyu's lips hooked, but the color of his eyes was like the current weather, cold to the bone.

"Keep knocking!"

Then, the second round of drums sounded. Then, there was a third round.

Under such a persistent drum beat, I finally saw a few figures, staggering out of the tent.

Wen Qingyu's eyes narrowed, and at the front was Kong Zhaoyuan, and behind him was his brother who was in the same tent as him. Then, she saw Feng Yan.

Feng Yan was still walking in the most inconspicuous corner of the crowd as he did yesterday. His one was led by a burly man in his twenties.

Wen Qingyu knew in his heart, that should be Kwon Tai.

Then, a few more people came out.

Feng Yan was different from everyone else, when these people came out, their eyes almost didn't open. So, you don't have to expect them to wear proper clothes.

I believe that if it weren't for the cold in early winter, the uncles would actually be able to come out without wearing anything.

Only Feng Yan and Quan Tai, who were dressed in blue coarse cloth, were neatly dressed and not messy.

"Everyone listens to the order, and the account is raised!"

At the juncture where everyone was in a trance, all kinds of fugues were too empty. Suddenly, I heard a calm, cold drink.

Then the ground shook, and the uncles were surprised to find that they were surrounded by several people.

There are really only a few people, and they are really surrounded by them.

There were about 200 people who came out, bustling and lazy. Scattered in the clearing, everywhere.

On the periphery, there were only seven people, only seven people, seemingly casually standing at random.

The two hundred or so people miraculously felt a sense of oppression, and there was a kind of suffocation that suddenly became a caged bird.

The seemingly casual battle of the seven makes it impossible for you to slip out of them, no matter how hard you try.

Wen Qingyu swept his eyes and was very satisfied.

There are six people at the very edge of the clearing, Wind Stop, Cloud Open, Flying Shadow, Twilight Snow, No Trace, and Pingwei. At the front, it was Xiao Ruoli who was leaning on the flagpole at will

These seven people, one by one, stood tall and jade, in the cold sunlight with a faint mist in the early morning. The appearance of these seven people is as if the entire mountain and river suddenly glows with a touch of brilliance, which is extremely eye-catching.

Especially Xiao Ruoli, who leaned on it so casually, it seemed that even the sunlight in the sky had dimmed a little.

"That, Childe." Kong Zhaoyuan swallowed slightly: "What are you going to do so early in the morning?" ”

Wen Qingyu raised his eyebrows, and his clear eyes swept slightly in the crowd: "Roll call, raise the account, didn't hear it?" ”

Kong Zhaoyuan choked, of course he heard it. But hearing it is not the same thing as knowing it.

He didn't understand how a good person could get involved in the roll call and promotion. They are not an army, and this is not a barracks.

Barrack?

His heart suddenly froze, and he looked around, and the camp where he was resting really looked like a military camp. Last night, why didn't you notice?

The man with an ordinary face in front of him, his voice was cold and waveless, without any hint of joy and anger: "The wind stops, roll call." ”

"Yes."

In the next moment, the scroll unfolded in the wind with a loud bang. A low, powerful, short voice echoed over the camp.

A personal name, echoing in the morning breeze.

The uncles were stunned for a moment, but when they saw Wen Qingyu's expressionless face in front of them, their hearts were a little weaker.

When I heard my name, I couldn't help but hurry up.

"Qi Yu Gongzi, the camp of Tianyan Mountain, should be three hundred people, but there are two hundred and fifteen people, and eighty-five people are absent."

"Eighty-five absent?" Wen Qingyu raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips hooked, but his smile did not have a trace of warmth: "Very good, this son has written it down." ”

"Flying Shadow, announce military regulations."

"Yes."

At the moment when the masters were confused and hadn't figured out what was going on, the flying shadow crackled and threw out bombshells one after another in a very rhythmic manner.

The uncle's face finally became whiter and whiter, and he forgot to doze off when he dozed off. The one who wore the clothes forgot to fasten the buttons. The one forgot to speak.

It's all because what they heard was too terrifying.

"One: Hearing the drum does not advance, smelling the gold does not stop, the flag cannot be raised, the flag is not subdued, this is called rebelling against the army, and the offender is beheaded. Second: the name should not be called, the time is not enough, the time is not violated, and the law of the teacher is changed, which is called a slow army, and the offender will be beheaded. Third......"

Until the end: "Excuse the wound and make the sick to avoid the conquest beheaded!" Pinching and feigning death, so the evader is beheaded! If you don't try it, you will be killed! If you don't say anything, you will say less, and if you say less, you will say more! ”

A village, one by one, one by one, the murderous and bloody words are slashed, without a trace of affection.

Before and after, there are a total of 17 laws and 54 slashes.

These words became charms in an instant, lingering in everyone's hearts, and they only felt cold to the bone.

Wen Qingyu swept his eyes, his voice was cold, and the spring water of the snow mountain was as clear and cool: "Did you hear it clearly?" ”

There was silence all around.

The corners of Wen Qingyu's lips hooked, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, gentle and harmless.

"Shicai, Ben Gongzi doesn't seem to hear very clearly. Flying Shadow, when calling, the tongue should not be stammered, the eyebrows are bowed, and the face is embarrassed. ”

Feiying sneered lightly, and a touch of disdain flashed in his eyes: "When calling, you should not stammer, lower your eyebrows and bow your head, and your face is difficult, this is called a ruthless army, and the offender will be killed!" ”

The wind on the top of the mountain in early winter was like soaked in frost and snow, blowing a biting chill in the bottom of people's hearts.

Wen Qingyu nodded: "It turned out that you wanted to ask for beheading?" How bad is this, how difficult is it for this son to ask from time to time, how difficult is it to agree? Why don't you have to get along with your head? ”

"Listen, hear."

Finally someone stammered in agreement, but the voice was so subtle that it was almost inaudible.

Therefore, Wen Qingyu just didn't hear it: "What? It's windy on the mountain, so if you don't hear it by accident, how resentful will you have to be? ”

"I heard it, my subordinates heard it!"

The crowd finally erupted into a neat and loud echo.

"Good." Wen Qingyu finally nodded, seemingly very satisfied: "Since you have heard it, you have no opinion." Then from today onwards, it will be done in accordance with military law, and those who violate it will be beheaded. ”

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, what does it mean to have no opinion? Did she give anyone a chance to give their opinions?

"Childe." Finally, Kong Zhaoyuan's trembling voice rang out: "My subordinates have something to say." ”

Wen Qingyu raised his eyebrows, his clear eyes swept over his face without blinking, and finally hooked his lips and smiled: "Say." ”

That smile was brighter than the morning sun, and Kong Zhaoyuan, who was looking at it, shook his head slightly. Then, a chill rose in my heart.

Such a person is as cold and arrogant as ice, ruthless and resolute, and laughing and gentle. But no one is allowed to question what he says.

Looking at the people around him, all of them are handsome characters, only she looks the most ordinary. but they all seemed to obey him.

In the world, when did such a character appear? Is it a blessing or a curse for such a character to target them?

"Childe's military law is strict, and there is nothing wrong with this. But before yesterday, you were still a small person who could not be put on the table in Hanyi Alley. All you think about is food and clothing. Yesterday's surrender was also under the bearing of the son. As soon as his mind was hot, he did such a great thing. However, after thinking about it carefully, you and the others found that you are all mediocre people, and they really can't afford to have such high hopes as their sons. Childe's strict rules, imposed on you, undoubtedly force the rooster to lay eggs. It's not a gentleman's doing. The saint has a cloud......"

In the morning light, Kong Zhaoyuan's face became more and more excited, and the tattered Wensheng son's scarf on his head trembled and trembled because of his excitement.

Flying Shadow glanced at him, only speechless.

Listening to this man's words, the roots of his teeth were sore. Didn't you ramble for so long just to tell the princess that you can't stand such strict military regulations?

Just say it's not, with such a long exposition, even the saint has moved out?

"The sages have been powerful since ancient times......"

"Shut up!" Wen Qingyu's eyes were cold, and he finally couldn't help but speak.

She knew it was rude to interrupt someone. However, this poor Confucian is too wordy.

The left sentence of the sage cloud, there is a sentence of the power of the sages. Listening to her, there was no comfortable place on her body.

Kong Zhaoyuan finally shook under that soft drink. The flush on his face quickly receded, and only then did he feel a trace of fear.

I was just right, was it accidental, talking a little too much?

"That ......" He felt that he needed to make amends, otherwise, he was afraid that his head would not be saved.

"As the saying goes, loyalty is the opposite. Although the subordinates are not good at listening to their words, I believe that with the mind of the son, he will not care about his subordinates. ”

Wen Qingyu took a deep breath and glanced at him: "My son has heard that most of the loyal ministers of all dynasties and dynasties will only say those words when they are dead. Kong Gongzi is so loyal, will he die next? ”

So, everyone clearly saw that Kong Zhaoyuan shook violently.

"That...... The subordinates are small people, how can they be qualified to be the great sages of the ages. So, the subordinate just didn't wake up and said something in his sleep. Master, don't take it seriously. Hehehehehe. ”

At this moment, he really didn't know what to do except open his mouth and smirk.

The saint said that you don't want to hit the smiling person with your hand, right? So, there should be nothing wrong with his cute smile.

Wen Qingyu looked at him, the smile on his lips was still gentle and harmless: "Really? What did my son hear just now? Kindness? ”