At the door of the bar, several young soldiers wearing the armor of the Rising Sun stood there with unkind faces, watching the two sides of the confrontation from a distance. Luo Zhenyue's words landed, and the burly major in the lead couldn't help frowning, and several young soldiers behind him were even more angry.

Although the Principality of Otsuki reneged on its alliance with the Rising Sun under the pressure of the Celestial Dragon, as a small principality sandwiched between the two empires, it was common for the Principality to look at the wind from the corner. In recent years, the pro-Rising Sun faction in the Principality of Otsuki has regained power in the Principality with the secret support of the Rising Sun, and has become a staunch ally of the Rising Sun in future wars.

Now, this little nobleman named Luo Zhenyue is mercilessly humiliating Prince Dayue's guards here, which is tantamount to smoking the face of the rising sun in the air. How can the military elites of the number one military power in the Western Continent endure it?

The Major was caught in a dilemma, and his mind quickly thought of a way to deal with it.

shot, because you can't figure out the reality of the opponent, the victory or defeat is still two words. Although their identities are only guards, in the capital of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, in this special period at this time, their every move represents the rising sun. If he was accidentally defeated in the hands of a Heavenly Dragon nobleman's entourage, then this face would be lost, and he would not be able to bear the wrath of His Royal Highness the prince at all.

If you don't make a move, it will be tantamount to showing weakness to the Heavenly Dragon, which will not only make your allies cold, but may have a bad impact on the reputation of the rising sun after the matter spreads. Although it will not affect the relationship between Otsuki and Rising Sun, how can he stand this kind of bird's anger with the high-profile and showy character of the four princes?

"It's really not the right time for Lao Tzu!" the major scolded in his heart, and finally decided to make a move. He has faith in his men, and he is full of confidence in himself. Anyway, in a dilemma, it is better to let a few brothers under him move their muscles and bones, as long as they don't cause death, the problem will not be too strict. The incident in the north proves that in order to appease the anger of the empire, didn't Tianlong retreat again and again, and finally demoted Zhu Xiaoqi, who had made great achievements, to a private?

"We are guests from afar, this brother surnamed Luo, why is he so unrelenting and humiliating others?" the major strode into the store, looked at Luo Zhenyue and said coldly. Everyone in the bar felt the surging battle intent surging in him.

Luo Zhenyue saw their identities from the military uniform, and although he was a little surprised, he still didn't change his face.

"Since you are a guest, you have to keep your duty as a guest. Drinking the wine sent by the master and eating the delicacies prepared by the master, his mouth viciously attacked the master. Major, would you welcome such a guest?" he replied coldly to the Major's forced gaze.

"I can understand your feelings. "But I don't think I can blame them for this, for they just told some ugly truths! You must be able to figure out why, right?"

The meaning is very clear: If you say it, you will say it, your Heavenly Dragon Empire is weak, don't you want people to say it? If it is in the Rising Sun Empire, who dares to say that I will destroy him directly, what do you have to honestly hold back.

Luo Zhenyue was choked, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while.

"Young master, why don't you open it directly?" Beside him, a polite-looking young man opened his mouth, his voice was very small, and he didn't seem to wake up.

"It's a shame that you can't beat it!" Luo Zhenyue frowned and sighed lightly.

"It's okay, we can't beat us, and it's not our people who lose it anyway, right?" The weak young man glanced at the other two people at the same table. The two, both about twenty years old, one was as fat as a ball and had the face of a profiteer, and the other was tall and thin, with a sallow face and a malnourished look.

"This sentence won my heart......" the fat man praised.

"I don't want to see the buyer for glory or something. But I can do this kind of thing, but I can do it!" said the tall and thin man.

"Is Lao Tzu handsome?" Luo Zhenyue looked at the three friends helplessly, crying and laughing. At this moment, he regretted that he didn't go to the dinner party and took them around, but as a result, this lot of accidents made it difficult for him to ride the tiger.

Seeing the four of them muttering quietly, the major felt confident in his heart.

"That's it, it's just a matter of verbal argument, and we won't bother with you! You apologize to Otsuki's friend, and that's it, and everyone will continue drinking in a friendly manner!" said the major, casually picking up a bottle of wine from the table.

"Tianlong is really arrogant, this bottle has to be managed for a few hundred gold coins, right? It's a pity, no matter how much wealth there is, it can't change the declining national fortune!" he said with emotion on his face, shaking the wine bottle in his hand.

Aren't you very good? Lao Tzu not only wants you to apologize, but also shames your country in front of you, what can you do to me? His gaze fell on Luo Zhenyue's face, and his eyes were full of provocation.

"Meng Yidu, fucking got out of the north with his tail between his legs, what are you pretending to be here?" In the corner, there was a leisurely sigh, which broke the earth.

Everyone followed the prestige.

A handsome young man in a white samurai suit sat there alone, gently turning the wine glass in his hand, looking at everyone with an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

"It's him!" the major's pupils contracted.

That familiar figure suddenly pulled him back into the tragic battle in the desert, and fell into inexplicable panic. The young man who was seriously injured and killed like a demon god in the world not only left him with heavy injuries, but also left an indelible terrible memory in his heart. He still clearly remembered the blood-colored eyes that flashed with the bloodthirsty light of demon rule in a bloody storm. Under the gaze of those demon eyes, the battlefield turned into hell, and the aura of darkness and murderous aura enveloped every corner. He waved the great sword in his hand, smiling and galloping, reaping life wantonly.

In that battle, the myth was shattered, and his troops suffered the heaviest blow since their formation, and had to be evacuated from the battlefield in a wolf manner. It was the first defeat of his military career. Seeing many familiar comrades-in-arms turn into scattered flesh and blood in front of him, he experienced for the first time the coldness of war and the danger of the battlefield, and also felt the fear and chill brought by the threat of death.

That name, with the end of the war in the Northlands, has long been known to the people of the Rising Sun Empire. The birth of this soldier made the generals of the Asahi military community shine in their eyes, as excited as if they had found a qualified boxing opponent, and even the general had a trace of respect in his tone when he mentioned him. Ironically, he was demoted to private. Thus, he made another history, and for the first time the name of a private appeared in the list of generals of various countries that the imperial intelligence agencies focused on.

In the face of his former opponent, the Major's fighting spirit quickly faded. Since this kick hit the iron plate, the next wisest thing to do is to quickly close the leg instead of kicking it again.

"It can't be him, right?" Luo Zhenyue looked at the wonderful look on Major Rising Sun's face, and couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart. Thinking about it again, he felt that it was unlikely, how could he stay here and not go to the banquet in his current status? Could it be that he, like himself, did not want to suffer from the anger of the two countries, and did not want to see the embarrassment of the princess?

"The momentum is very similar!Tyrant!" The weak boy's eyes widened.

"The style is like, too!," the fat man nodded.

"Well, a sunny boy, personable, black-bellied, slapping people in the face. That's a fitting way to describe him!" The tall and thin man seconded.

"Why, I'm just telling the ugly truth, why don't I speak?" asked the young man as he put down his glass, picked up the bottle, and poured it.

"The main thing is that you are talking too carefully, and we don't know what to say for a while. Luo Zhenyue laughed.

The Major's face became rather ugly when he was slapped in the face with his own words, but he still wisely waved his hand to stop several young soldiers behind him who were about to explode.

He took a deep breath and walked in front of Zhu Xiaoqi, taking a closer look at this enemy who had brought him painful memories on the battlefield.

"Brother, can we have a drink together?" he asked without mentioning what had just happened.

"Yes!" said the young man, raising his eyebrows, "but there is an old saying in Tianlong: when a friend comes, there is good wine, and if the jackal comes, it will be greeted with a sword and a spear!

People are not right, and the wine is not a good taste.

The major drank a few glasses of wine, and after secretly observing the youth for a while, he found an excuse to take his leave with several of his men.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

"yes, what the hell is going on?"

"What's that stinky boy's identity? Don't you dare touch him?"

Out of the door, a few soldiers who had already held back their anger and questions asked anxiously.

"He is Zhu Xiaoqi. The Major said, his face sinking like water.

As soon as the major left, the people of the Principality of Otsuki and some other countries hostile to the Tenryu newspaper all left in disgrace. The few people left behind, most of them were the entourage of the Tianlong nobles, and these people looked at Zhu Xiaoqi's gaze, all full of respect and curiosity. At this time, they vaguely guessed his identity, but they didn't dare to come forward and ask.

They didn't dare, but Luo Zhenyue dared. He had already run to Zhu Xiaoqi's desk and moved a soft chair to sit down.

"Are you really Brother Seven?" he looked at Zhu Xiaoqi and asked with a grin.

Zhu Xiaoqi nodded and smiled at him: "The young master of the Luo family in Flying Dragon City, if you don't go to the banquet, why do you come to this kind of place to fight with these guards?"

"If you go, won't you be angry?" Luo Zhenyue sighed, "The guards are all like this, the master can imagine." I don't want to cause trouble, and I don't want to watch the princess get angry, so I just don't go!

"You three come here, don't you talk about Seventh Brother all day long, why are you stupid when you see it?" After speaking, he turned his head and greeted the three people behind him.

"Compared to him, the four pests of the flying dragon seem to be too tender!" the weak young man sighed lightly.

"It's not a good thing for a bad guy to meet a big bad guy. The fat man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I want to learn from him, and then go to the rising sun to plague people. The tall, thin man walked first.