The old duke stared at his embarrassed grandson from afar, and looked leisurely for a while, but gradually became serious, and when he stared at it, he was so focused that even the apple in his hand oxidized and browned. After looking at www.biquge.info for a while, the old duke frowned and opened his eyes: "Feng Zhen, how did he learn the basic body method in advance?"

Suddenly, Frederick's style of painting changed dramatically, and when the saber-toothed tiger pounced on him, he turned sideways to the tiger, plowing the ground with only his feet to brake his body, and the horse stepped low, and as soon as he regained his center of gravity, he clutched the sword in both hands and squeezed the clutch. The power sword spewed out angry sparks, and the muscles of both arms slashed at the same time, and the saber-toothed tiger landed just a meter away from Frederick's side, everything was as precise as a rehearsal!

The saber-toothed tiger leaped up in an instant as the human sword swung over, but when it knocked over the human, it was torn from the wounded foot to the shoulder blade by a sword scar, the fur exploded from side to side, and the hot beast blood instantly drenched the entire front paw. Then the saber-toothed tiger still recklessly crushed the human to the ground, bowing his head and gnawing at Frederick's collarbone, only to be stuffed with a cooked cowhide bracer to fill his mouth.

Then, Frederick lay down under the saber-toothed tiger, his left wrist into the tiger's mouth, and was torn to a mess by the saber-toothed tiger's head, but his right arm under him rose to strength, flipped the sword body, and used the tip of the sword of one and a half meters with great difficulty against the hairy egg of the saber-toothed tiger, but he had no strength to pierce the flexible belly.

When Frederick Mountain was exhausted, the sporadic fire element was slowly absorbed in the intestines, and the effect of the dragon's liver gradually became apparent, and when he roared, the new power was transported to the cells, pushing the divine power value to 49 in an instant. Fresh divine power poured into his muscles, causing the sore muscle fibers to work again, and stabbed the sword into the saber-toothed tiger's belly.

The saber-toothed tiger's back suddenly grew a steel curve, half a meter high, and under the dripping blood, the white blade reflected the cold moonlight.

The saber-toothed tiger was pierced.

The eyes of the dying beast were full of red, not only did it not scream and overturn, but it tore the bracers in its mouth even more frantically to blood, and when it roared in its throat, the saber-toothed tiger bit the bracers and shook its head indiscriminately, and actually threw Frederick's left arm out of force in two or three strokes, and then the saber-toothed tiger lowered his head to gnaw on Frederick's neck.

The old duke stood up disappointed, ready to blast the beast away.

However, Frederick had already pinched the clutch. The power sword embedded in the lower abdomen of the saber-toothed tiger suddenly accelerated, and the gear soaked in the blood of the beast still rubbed out blazing sparks, and the air flow on the spine of the sword sprayed wildly, making the power sword like a javelin flying out of control, breaking the crotch of the saber-toothed tiger all the way, splitting the beautiful buttocks of the saber-toothed tiger, and the sword body ran out of ten meters away like a dart, hanging a pile of peritoneal meat scraps, and fell to the ground with a poof.

And the scorching jet that pushed the sword body sprayed all the fragile internal organs of the saber-toothed tiger to the bottom of the cervical vertebrae. The severe pain beyond the threshold directly triggered the saber-toothed tiger's "cranial nerve protection reflex", and the murderous tiger actually rolled its eyes, passed out with blood foam, and failed to wake up until it was cold, becoming the first successful example of euthanasia.

The horror of the power sword can be seen.

The heavy head of the tiger slammed against Frederick's chest, and the slender saber teeth pierced through his shirt. But he was extremely tired, and his left arm pushed softly twice, but he couldn't push the tiger's head, and he gritted his teeth and would rather die than ask his grandfather for help, he longed for his grandfather to watch from the sidelines forever and never interfere in his own affairs again.

Frederick rubbed his elbows against the ground, twisted his buttocks, and with his proud waist strength, he broke free from under the saber-toothed tiger's corpse inch by inch, and then lay on his back on the scorched earth, scarred and dripping with blood.

He just wanted to go back to the warm cavalry camp, soak in a hot medicated bath, then take a fresh bath, lay down on a soft bed, say good night to Ophelia, and bow his head to sleep. And not lying slimy in a pool of blood.

He closed his eyes, stiffened his muscles in pain, and let the tense muscle fibers squeeze the blood vessels, and after two minutes, the diffuse microvenous bleeding stopped automatically. He felt the hardness of the blood scab, and only then did he completely relax his limbs and look up at the sky.

This method of extreme hemostasis was something he learned from Grand Master Teuton. Very useful, really, very useful. Because he could have told his grandfather indifferently, you don't have to bandage me, you don't have to stop the bleeding for me, I can do it myself.

It's cool to think about.

The enemies are all teachers. Be as grateful to everyone who hurts you as you are to everyone who warms you.

Frederick looked at the waning moon in the night sky and thought with a blank face.

The war horse paced over, snorting warmly, and bowed his head affectionately to Frederick's face. He saw a majestic silhouette sitting on horseback, the legendary knight that everyone feared, the Grand Duke of Bafaria. Despite his gray hair, his figure on horseback was still terrifying.

"Come down. Frederick said lightly, "That's my horse." ”

"Angry?" said the old duke, stooping down to look at him.

Frederick did not speak.

"You see the saber-toothed tiger's tactics. When you were about to run out of energy, even if you knew that you would be calculated by the saber-toothed tiger, you launched the final blow, which is gratifying. The Grand Duke straightened up and squinted at the imperial city in the blue night: "As long as you live, you will have to face the tigers, so sooner or later everyone will usher in a battle." Those who are in a hurry die unprepared. Those who have fled for a long time die of lack of sharpness. When to go to war with the tigers is a difficult question. ”

"I knew it would lure me out of the sword, but its tactical obsession gave me time to observe how it pounced and get enough information to plan a counterattack. Frederick lay down and said, "What is the same, even if it is always moving, is as if it were not moving." ”

The Grand Duke of Bafaria looked at the Far North Continent with a tense face, and suddenly his heart was surging, and he was so satisfied that he couldn't wait to sing. But his face was pale and tight, he couldn't help but be proud, and he exhaled and muttered excitedly: "Observation, it's good." You learn to observe. ”

The Grand Duke was so happy that he almost shook off two lines of old tears. His grandson, Frederick, learns like a perverted sponge, quickly absorbing the essence of all the experiences around him. Whips and horses, drums and hammers, why worry about big things!

The duke's heart was surging, and the long-cherished wish that he had endured for many years finally had the dawn of coming true, and the long-cherished ambition finally had the hope of being realized. He looked at the lonely high imperial city in the night magnificently, his eyes were empty and deep, and he seemed to have crossed the dark and silver winding river, staring at the vast northern continent under the blue night. There's the militaristic Purusha Alliance, there's the treacherous Duchy of Cilicha, and like the beautiful Wiener, it's a big black hole like a pitch-black abyss, where human pests gather, and moral decay is like in human skin. There has never been a corner of the world as dirty as the Hokuriku, where those in power have turned beauty into filth and turned the world into a lowly zoo with parasite hypocrisy.

And my grandson, with his sword, will be the master of the world, and he will fight until the day when the glory of ideals will be sprinkled throughout the world.

Damn, Frederick, the day you ascend the throne and become emperor, even if you already hate me to the bone, you will have no regrets in this life!

The Grand Duke laughed heartily, turned over and dismounted, and slowly picked up Frederick and helped him to mount his horse, but without saying a word, patted him on the leg and went to pick up his sword.

Frederick sat on his horse with his back bowed tiredly, watching the Grand Duke skillfully pull out the sword flower, and use the long sword of one and a half meters long to accurately pick through the tiger's belly, cut out the tiger's gall and animal liver, put it into a military iron can, and hang it on the saddle. Then he wiped the sword with his sleeve, grasped the blade with both hands, and sent the hilt of the sword to Frederick.

"This sword has slain countless enemies with me, slashed through cities, and slain kings. Do you know why I retreated bravely and handed over to you the imperial soldiers like my best friends?"

Frederick grabbed the hilt of the sword, looked at this Cangsang ancient power sword, and suddenly thought in his heart: "This imperial soldier is in the hands of grandpa, it is enough to break the city." Why didn't he use it himself and leave it to me?"

The old duke handed over his sword, left with his hands in his hands, his voice floated faintly, and his shadow melted into the night: "No matter how smooth the Northern Expedition is, it will take three or five years to march." No matter how hasty the expedition to the west is, it will take seven or eight years to store grain. I don't have much to live, and if I fight again, how many cities can I take, how many famous generals can I kill? I have won every battle, but I have lost the whole war. And my fame is so great that no one among the princes is afraid of me, so no one hates me. So, I had to retire. When the princes show their ugly appearances, the contradictions between them will intensify, and my descendants will have a good opportunity to break through and win power. Frederick, you are my proudest work to date, remember, lose everything to win more!"

When Frederick heard about this education, he suddenly understood his grandfather's painstaking efforts. He abandoned the army, gave up his glory, and disappeared from the battlefield like a deserter, like a vulture pecking out his corpse. However, he abandoned everything that Rong Ma had earned for half his life, just to send the young descendants to the top of history!

Frederick gritted his teeth, tears rolling down his face. The domineering imperial soldier was lying in the saddle, he clenched the hilt of his sword, and when he held back his tears, he felt that the difficulties and dangers were all fart. All kinds of public security and new policies can be done with a wave, and all kinds of trade and financing seem to be at hand. Only conscription and the Northern Expedition are the top priorities in my mind!

With a sound of "slap", the ideal messenger returned to the sheath neatly and galloped towards the sleeping imperial city on a fast horse. In the sound of the resolute and courageous horses' hooves, the childish rebellion and dissatisfaction have vanished, because the ambition of the young man has blossomed, and a warlord's heart has finally quietly taken root in the poet's chest, and is about to flourish!