For well-known reasons, the students of the Anglican College have received the focus of the imperial court and the palace, the most obvious example of which is that the re-enrollment of the Anglican College has been going on for three years, and the total number of teachers and students has exceeded 300, but now there are only a few students on the front line, and they are doing clerical work and other things.

But no one blamed the Anglican Academy.

Because anyone can see the malicious intent hidden in the court's arrangement, and they can also understand why the palace is so nervous.

What's more, in addition to the few students who do clerical work, there are people on the front line at the Anglican Academy.

Although that person may even have forgotten his identity, Su Moyu, who is in charge of the National Education Academy in Kyoto, will not forget, and the priests in charge of related matters in the palace, especially the Cardinal Office, will not forget that he is a person from the National Education College, and he is still a very important person.

The husband folds his sleeves, the strongest of the younger generation of the wolf clan, and he also has an identity as the deputy superintendent of the National Religious Academy.

After Zhou Tong's death, he left Kyoto with folded sleeves, came to the front line and began to fight the demons, returning to the life he was most familiar with.

I don't know if his time at Kyoto Kokyo College left any memories in his life, but it is clear that he did not have the consciousness of the deputy director of the Kokyo College, and he has never met with several students sent to the front line by the Kokyo College for more than a year, let alone instructed these students. But he also did not accept the appointment of the military department to become the chief general of the Qianzhai of Yonglanguan, and refused to go to the Black Mountain Military Mansion to train the most elite Xuanjia light cavalry through the kindness of the **** General Xue Heshen, but returned to the old job that he most often did in the army many years ago.

Scouts, spies, hiding, assassins...... A lot of names actually mean the same thing.

Folded sleeves are still living and fighting on their own terms.

His life was originally made up of countless battles.

As for the way, of course, it is to fight alone.

Still the same as in the past years, everyone felt that his way of fighting was too primitive, savage, bloody and low-level, it was difficult to last too long on the snowy field, and he should have heard of his death at any time, but he had always survived, and continued to reap the results.

In the past two years, his military exploits on the front line alone are worth all the military exploits of some ordinary sect mountain gate academies.

The Black Mountain Military Government and the soldiers who supported the Blue Pass once again remembered the sentence that had been circulated for many years.

Folding sleeves is a man born for military exploits.

And now his military exploits are those of the National Religious Academy.

In this case, who can blame the Anglican Academy for anything?

There are more than ten military houses in the north, and there is probably only one person who can compare his military exploits with folding sleeves over the years.

Interestingly, Folded Sleeves is a celebrity, but that person is an unknown.

That person used to be a civilian subordinate of the Beiting Military Government, but he was demoted to the Qili Xi Military Village because of the incident, and became an ordinary ranger officer, because he was good at military strategy and planning, his strength was outstanding, or just his luck was too amazing, during that time in Qili Xi, he and a boss surnamed Chen led this group of rangers to create countless miracles, obtained countless results, and accumulated military merits reached an incredible level.

But I don't know if it's because of his arrogance or bullying or his temper is too stinky, or maybe it's just because he is from Tiannan and not from Zhou, this officer's relationship in the military camp is very bad, he often contradicts his superiors and violates military discipline, and his hard-earned military exploits are often used to redeem punishments, and he has not been successfully registered, so he has never been able to get such a loud reputation as folding his sleeves.

It stands to reason that with this person's ability and the accumulation speed of military merits, as long as he is a little more sensible, he will definitely become the key training object of the Beiting Military Government, and it is even very likely that he will become the youngest god general in the Great Zhou military in a few years, but the big people in the military government have never given him this opportunity, and later, people finally understand what this kind of indifference means.

The deliberate suppression of the young officer caused a lot of resentment or grievances in the camp of Qilixi, and after a major battle three months earlier, this sentiment finally exploded, and the busiest half of Qilixi's street was smashed into ruins by drunken cavalry.

The next thing was very simple - the officer was directly expelled from the ranger by a military order from the Kyoto Military Department, and was even expelled from the Beiting Military Mansion and sent to a very remote place.

That place is called Hanya, it is in the southeast foothills of Hanshan Mountain, this is not a key village to face the attack of the demons, it is not a necessary way to transport ordnance, but it is just a remote horse farm that can rarely be remembered.

Except for the frost-colored grass all over the cliffs, there is no production here, it is extremely desolate, and even the migratory birds returning from the south to the north will not stop here for a moment, and the reason why the horse farm is set up here is only because those frost-colored grasses are the favorite food of the dragon horse in estrus.

The dragon horse was the most important mount of the Great Zhou army, and setting up such a horse farm specifically for their tastes was considered a preferential treatment, but for those who were banished to the horse farm, it was completely indisputable.

That young officer was another frustrated man who had been banished to Hanya for hundreds of years.

The officers and soldiers of the Hanya Racecourse knew his origin and exploits, and naturally had a lot of sympathy, but no one thought carefully about why such an excellent young officer as him would encounter the suppression of his superiors, and even that pressure came directly from the Kyoto Military Department, and no one thought about it carefully, although it was desolate and remote, far away from the battlefield, and could no longer obtain military merits, but there was no need to worry about being killed by the strong men of the demon clan on the battlefield.

In short, behind all the seemingly unreasonable things, there must be some truth hidden, but no one knew it at the time.

The officer was the person concerned, and naturally knew the reason, but he didn't say anything. But I don't know if it's because of this incident, in the two months he came to Hanya Racecourse, his mood may be a little low, and he can smell the smell of wine every day on his body.

Borrowing wine to drown his sorrows may not succeed, but fortunately he did not miss the right thing, but the biggest effect on him was that he slept relatively deeply, and every night he slept until dawn, until one night, there were two very dull crashing sounds from behind the tent......

He propped himself up, looked out the window and shouted in annoyance, "Still don't let people sleep?"

No one answered his question, so he fell into a deep sleep again, but was awakened again after a short time.

Accompanied by his subordinates, he came to the side of the horse farm near the cliff, looked at the picture in front of him, and couldn't help but gasp.

The cliff slope was full of traces of falling stones, smoke and dust, a man lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old sitting on her knees, her clothes in tatters, covered in mud, and looking demented.

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(It's been two days since I went out, and I've been working on it, but I really don't know if I will have time to write tomorrow, and if not, I will remember to tell you.) ）