Harlaus excitedly pressed a few points and raised his long sword: "From today onwards!

The long sword was swung down, and the case was divided into two sections. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

All the ministers were shocked and knelt down to say yes.

Seeing this, Harlaus frowned slightly, and said: "The Nord front is getting tighter and tighter, and I am afraid it will be difficult to support Harongos alone, Carlos, can you go to help?"

"I'm not going!" replied a young man clad in heavy armor with rock-like lines on his face lazily leaning against a pillar and closing his eyes.

This is Carlos Lafazi, who has been stationed on the border between Swadia and Kugit for many years, and has repeatedly defeated the Kuguits, and is known as the "Shield of Swadia" and the "Twin Walls of the Kingdom" along with Harungos.

Harlaus was puzzled: "Why, isn't it good that the kingdom and the two walls are working together again?"

"Whoever wants to cooperate with that idiot of Cesara knows how to charge and charge!"

Haraus: "And why are you going to go?"

"If he admits in public that he can't fight, I'll go!" Carlos was as angry as a child.

"Nonsense, others in Nord, how to admit it in public. King Harauth couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why don't you go and look for him in front of the battle." ”

"I'm not going! It's an insult to work with such an idiot who doesn't understand the art of war at all!"

Just as they were pestering, a herald shouted from outside the door: "The messenger of Lord Harongoth is coming!"

A young man in green hurriedly broke through the door, the scars on his face and the dust on his head could not hide his beautiful eyebrows, and it was Charles.

The handsome young man walked straight to Carlos: "Your Excellency Lafazi, the young master asked me to convey a word to you. ”

He slowly opened the scroll in his arms, and couldn't help but be slightly startled by the words on the scroll.

Then he smiled gracefully and said something that also surprised Carlos.

"The young master said that he doesn't know how to fight, and I ask His Excellency Lafazi to support him as soon as possible!"

Carlos didn't say a word, and immediately turned around and ran out of the palace gate.

Oh my God, Cesar, what the hell have you encountered?! On a summer afternoon, the cicadas can't stand the steaming heat and roar loudly in the trees not far away.

In the class, the students were sweating profusely, but none of them bent down slightly to scratch their itchy backs and necks.

Almost everyone is like an iron man made of steel, straight, patiently listening to this boring tactical theory class.

Why "almost" and not all?

Because there are always differences in everything, and this class is no exception.

The dark-haired boy sitting by the door leaned his head against his raised fist and dozed off in a daze.

The term tactics first appeared during the reign of Monthill de Silvans I of the Calad dynasty, when the people finally discovered that war was not a simple group fight against each other, but that it was necessary to make full use of the terrain, the weather, the formation, and the psychology of the enemy. Ahem".

The old pedant with slightly pale temples in the classroom scanned the class with his seemingly shrewd little eyes behind his glasses, and when he found that someone was actually dozing off in class, a wave of anger surged into his heart, but because of the teacher's identity, he had to cough loudly first.

Endure... Endure... As a teacher, you should have the appearance of convincing people with virtue.

Mr. Fernand, who has just been transferred from the Chief of the General Staff of the Kingdom Command to a military school teacher, is trying to suppress his dissatisfaction.

"Hey, Cesar... Cesara. Carlos on the side gently touched the seemingly sleeping black-haired boy with his elbow.

"Huh?~~" Cesar opened his eyes slightly dissatisfied, and the corner of his eyes only drifted slightly over Fernand on the podium, and immediately closed "Teacher Fernand, please continue to speak, I am listening." ”

It's too much!!It's too much!!

What is going on with the children of the aristocracy now, they don't even pay attention to the teacher.

I think I was the chief staff officer of His Majesty Haraus!

If you were still in the army, I would have stripped you naked and given you to the Kugit as a gift!

Ahem. No way. It's not good ... Patience, patience, patience.

Fernand struggled to put a stiff smile on his face: "Then, please get up and explain the meaning of the tactics." ”

I've got you a chance, little ghost! If you get the answer wrong, I'll push you to the driving range for laps without mercy!

Fernand was smiling slyly, expecting the dozing lazy student to make a fool of himself in public.

"Oh," Cesar stood up, and in a vague accent that had not yet fully awakened, he repeated Fernand's lesson for nearly half an hour just now.

It's really word for word!

The more he heard the back, the more ugly Fernand's face became.

How could it be, he was obviously dozing off.

"Is it alright, Mr. Fernand?" the corners of Cesar's mouth turned up, full of provocation.

Fernand's face turned pale, and he nodded with difficulty.

Endure, endure, endure!!

"It's strange why I can recite it?" Cesar rubbed his eyes that were not fully open, "It's because you've been reading from the textbook." ”

Cesara raised the textbook in his hand: "I finished memorizing this textbook early in the morning, so could you please tell us some examples of actual combat? What was the Battle of Kurau three years ago?"

The Battle of Kurau was arguably the biggest defeat Swadia had suffered in the last decade, and the commander at that time was Fernand, who was now standing in the classroom.

Because the command of the battle was too conservative, Fernand insisted on the traditional method of gradual advance, and as a result, the Kugit carried out a sneak attack around the rear, and nearly lost more than half of the troops. After returning to China, Fernand was severely punished and transferred to a military school as a small teacher with early retirement.

Cesar's sentence undoubtedly hit Fernand's sore spot, and many students in the hall who were suffering from Fernand's reading education were already eating and laughing.

Carlos felt that this was too much, and gently tugged at Lacissa's sleeve.

Fernand's face turned from blue to red, from red to black, and then to pale. Endure... Endure.... Bear with me!

Call!

The lesson plan in Fernand's hand flew to Cesar's face with the sound of the wind.

Cesar bent down unhurriedly, and the lesson plan flew past his scalp and slammed into the poor classmate behind him, causing a scream.

"Harongoth's little ghost!You'd better not be too arrogant!You're still nursing when I'm fighting on the battlefield!" Fernand gritted his teeth as his forehead burst into thin teeth.

"Yes, your time has passed. Who is still stupid to fight and advance with the Kugit now? What a nostalgia. ”

Fernand finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Cesar, don't think that you can be unscrupulous if you are a member of the Harongoth family! The Harongoth family is now-"

"It's already broken, isn't it!?Because my father has been stripped of his military power by those powerful people in the DPRK and China, right!?"

"Because my father has been assassinated!! is it" At this time, Cesar was like an enraged lion, his eyes like fire burning under the ice cap, staring at Fernand.

"How afraid they are of the Harungus family, they don't want to let go of even a child! But I'm back, back to the royal capital, back to this group of wolves and tigers! I swear, the name of Harungus will be revived in my hands!"

Fernand actually felt his feet trembling slightly, this child was too different from the children of ordinary aristocratic families!

I was overwhelmed by the momentum of a student.

Carlos was also surprised, he didn't know that this tablemate, who had never taken classes seriously, had so many secrets buried in his heart.

Of course, he had heard about the Harongoth family, but he had always thought that this cousin had no hope for his future, so he treated the military academy course negatively.

Only today, Carlos understood. Why is this black-haired boy always practicing swordsmanship on the playground in the dead of night?

He didn't give up, let alone accept his fate, he was working hard for what he believed in.

"Listen to Fernand, didn't you ask me what the tactics were? I will answer you with actions in the graduation drill in a month!"

"Fighting, you only need one charge to solve!

Carlos looked up at the man who was as emotionless as a block of ice.

That's right, what this person has been doing all along, is just preparing for the charge.

It doesn't matter if it's obscure, it's not subtle but not obvious.

He was just quietly waiting, preparing.

Life is like a battlefield, fighters are fleeting, and he will never let go of any fighter!

"Class!" Cesar shouted, smashing the desk with a slap and pacing out of the classroom with the class.

Fernand, who was only covered in a cold sweat, stood on the podium in a daze. Graduation drills, the final exam for every graduate of the Swadia Kingdom Military Academy.

The exam is simple: the graduates of the school will form a temporary army, and the teacher will lead the regular army of the kingdom against each other, and both sides will use wooden swords and swords until one of the teams is annihilated or the commander is captured.

In the past five years, each edition has been won by the teachers team by an overwhelming margin.

Will this year's situation change because of the Cesar who shouted that he was skipping class?

Whoosh - whoosh!

Two slender fireworks rose from the woods to the south.

"Sora and Waka's team is completely wiped out. Cesar muttered, then quickly marked the strategic map.

The rest of the graduates all looked at the coach in front of them with a confused expression, the man who had openly provoked the teacher in class a month earlier.

Whoosh -

In the gap between their confusion, another beam of fireworks rose into the air from the northwest.

"Has the Chesabel team fallen too... Damn old fox. Completely ignoring the eyes of his companions, Cesar bowed his head and added two more strokes to the picture.

"Cesar, what the hell do you want to do? Rocky on the side finally couldn't help it: "Why don't you carry out team advancement?

"yes. We're already more than half of our team! We're going to lose if we go on like this!" Mandela, who likes to follow the trend the most, also spoke.

"A bunch of fools, do you think you can compete with the regular army of the kingdom by charging head-on? Carlos on the side closed his eyes against the pillar and recuperated.

Cesar looked at Carlos on the side and said nothing, because he knew that this was the only one who understood his mind among the many companions in front of him.

"It's not close! It's time for you to change Mandela and Rocky! Take your team, Mandela with the boss's banner and Rocky with my armor, and go around the bushes to the west and east respectively. Your mission is to hold back every enemy you see. ”

"Yes. A distressed Mandela and Lodge had no choice but to take the order.

Only Carlos and Cesar were left in the tent.

"You're trying to make the war more and more chaotic. Carlos finally spoke first.

Cesar still looked at the map and did not answer.

"Then you might as well let me go. Those two guys who don't learn and don't know how to do it, I'm afraid they won't be able to drag the enemy for ten minutes, and they will be caught and spanked by Fernand. Carlos smiled.

"No, you have more important tasks. Cesar did not lift up his head.

"Are you going to send them to their deaths, then?"

"They're not going to die, it's just a drill. ”

"Then on a real battlefield, do you also command like this, in order to win, disregard the lives of your comrades, send them to paralyze the hostility?" Carlos didn't know why he was faintly angry.