Dandere General and his Lord

Reality is more depressing than dreams.

When the warm breath engulfed his lips.

Mo Qiaosheng closed his eyes.

He is the only one in this world, no matter what he looks like, he can always capture me in an instant.

I couldn't think at all, I couldn't struggle, and I didn't want to struggle.

...

The new army practiced for several days.

Yang Lu was carrying a heavy sapwood on his shoulders and ran in the middle of the queue panting.

"Really...I can't run anymore." He stopped, bent down his thin body, and gasped heavily.

In the past few days, in the morning, I have been training the assembly and disbanding repeatedly, turning and walking. Constantly advancing under the command of the golden drum, it was boring and exhausting.

What is even more frightening is that the whole team started to run out of the city for dozens of miles in the afternoon, and the distance increased day by day.

Although the food is good, the millet rice is full, and there are large pieces of eye-catching fat in the side dishes. But he still felt overwhelmed. After a day of practice, his hands and feet were shaking badly.

Starting today, the superior even asked them to start running against the heavy sapwood.

Yang Luhou felt that his lungs were blocked by cotton, and he couldn't breathe.

I can't run anymore, I really can't run anymore, let me take a breath. he thinks.

Yang Sheng passed behind him, lifted the sapwood on his shoulders, and folded it on his own.

"Follow up, or get out of our team."

He left this sentence with his back.

Yang Luhou was both respectful and afraid of Yang Sheng, and when he said a word, he was so startled that he threw off his two weak legs and reluctantly followed in Yang Sheng's footsteps.

"Sheng...Brother Sheng, why do we run like this every day. I really can't figure it out."

"Shut up." Yang Sheng's eyes stared straight ahead, "Look at that person."

At the front of the long line, a man dressed in black, wearing armor that was heavier than others, carrying two sambar on his shoulders, with slender legs, ran firmly at the front of the line.

Behind him is the C-A team that has won the first A in various major exams.

The entire C-A team kept silent and followed their captain, Mo Qiaosheng, in unison, pulling a large distance away from the team behind.

"Let me follow me! Are you worse than those slaves who haven't had enough food since they were young?" Han Shen, the centurion of the Jiamao team, was cursing. His team was composed of commoners, so he always He puts his team on a higher level, and often says something offensive without knowing it.

The Jiachen team that Yang Sheng belonged to was following the Jiamao team. Hearing this, they all rallied and surpassed the Jiamao team that was before them.

A Yuan saw a man overstepping his side. The man had a scar on his face, a missing ear, and was holding two sambar trees.

It was the man, the slave who beheaded fifteen people the first time. Turns out he was already a centurion.

A Yuan pursed his lips, lifted his almost numb legs, and accelerated to run forward.

After running back for twenty miles with a heavy load, there was a wailing sound on the school grounds.

Sit and sit, lie down, and the sapwood is thrown all over the place.

Mo Qiaosheng stood on the platform with his hands behind his back, his eyes were full of energy, his body was straight, and he did not show any signs of exhaustion.

"On the battlefield, the more tired you are, the less you can easily relax. The enemy is most likely to take advantage of this opportunity to take the head of the leader." He said aloud, and ordered Ming Jin, "All line up and gather."

"I don't gān anymore!" A fat and strong man in the crowd sat on the ground and shouted loudly.

This person's surname is Li, and he is the centurion of the Jia-Chou team. At this moment, he is sweating: "Every day, the whole team is a whole team, and there is a fart to use? I am going to fight, not to dance."

There was a low burst of laughter from the crowd, and many people looked up at Mo Qiaosheng on the stage with schadenfreude.

This Li Baifu was a son of a nobleman, and his family had relatives who were high officials in the court. He had always been very domineering. Everyone waited to see how Captain Mo could deal with him.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at him coldly, and said neither high nor low: "Li Baifu, I'll give you another chance to assemble the team quickly."

Li Baifu lay on the ground, waved his big hand, and said with a strange anger: "If you go back to the Colonel, it's not that you are not obedient, but you are really tired."

As soon as Mo Qiaosheng raised his right hand, four soldiers from the Bingzi team he personally led ran out of them, grabbed Li Baifu's arms, and dragged them to the platform.

"Mo Qiaosheng! Do you know who my grandfather is? You dare to treat me like this! You ask this army, who doesn't know who you are!" Li Baifu's eyes reddened and he shouted loudly, "You don't know what to do with me. It's not military training. I think you've been tossed hard by others at night, so you take pleasure in tossing us during the day!"

As soon as the soldiers who escorted him were furious, they grabbed a handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking his foul language.

Li Baifu still whimpered to himself.

Mo Qiao didn't change his face, and asked the prisoner next to him: "This person does not move after hearing Jin, disobeys the military order, slanders Shangguan, what crime should he be punished according to the regulations?"

The punishment officer said in a loud voice: "According to the military regulations of the Jin army, those who do not enter upon hearing the drums, and those who do not return upon hearing the gold will be executed. Those who disobey the order will be given one hundred sticks. Those who slander Shangguan in public will receive one hundred sticks. Three crimes will be punished with heavy responsibility. , shall be sentenced to be beheaded before the army, and the head shall be displayed to the public for three days."

The captain of the first team, surnamed Han, is a relative of Li Baifu. Hearing this, he hurried forward: "The captain is merciful."

He looked left and right, got on the platform, approached Mo Qiaosheng and said in a low voice, "I don't know the captain, this person is Han, the envoy of Zhili.

The elder brother-in-law. I used to be a vulgar and rude idiot, and I also asked the captain of the school to take a lot, not to care about him, and to see the light of Han and the humble, please forgive me once. "

Mo Qiaosheng was unmoved: "Before the military law, there was no distinction between the noble and the lowly. As a military official, how could Han Qian take the lead in seeking personal gain? This time, Mo will probably be offended."

He waved his hand.

Two knives and axemen stepped forward and pressed Li Baifu, who was shouting indiscriminately.

The whole place was suddenly silent.

The soldiers quickly lined up in silence.

Looking at the captain in black on the stage, the legendary murderer became clear in their hearts for the first time.

"You, you!" Han Qianfu shook the muscles on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Mo is so arrogant, he is not even willing to give face to Master Zhili!"

"You probably don't know that the current envoy of Zhili is Lord Zhang Fu Zhang." Mo Qiaosheng replied coldly, "The Lord you mentioned, not to mention that he is not in his post now, but he is still there. , standing in front of me in front of me, I will not abandon the public for personal reasons, and take military discipline in vain!"

clap clap.

There were a few crisp applause at the gate of the school grounds.

Cheng Qianye wore a golden crown on his head, dressed in a dragon-patterned red robe, accompanied by a team of bodyguards, and appeared at the school gate with a smile.

She stepped onto the stage, raised her hand and asked all the soldiers on the school grounds to stand up.

Looking at the neat and orderly team on the school field, Cheng Qianye repeatedly praised: "Gān is good, Captain Mo."

She turned slightly sideways, approached Mo Qiaosheng, and said something in a low voice.

A suspicious blush flashed across Mo Qiaosheng's face, and he coughed lightly.

After working hard for several days, we will take a day off tomorrow. Let's go to the hot spring together?

Cheng Qianye said this.

So, King Mo Yan, who had just boldly declared that he would never abolish the public for personal reasons, suddenly changed his sex. It is announced that the entire army will take a day off tomorrow.

"Sir Commander is not so ruthless, thinking that we have worked hard for days, and finally took a day off." A Yuan and his companions walked together.

"Yeah, I finally took a day off. I saved a little money and planned to go shopping in the city to buy some things. I asked the postman to bring it back to my mother. Would you like to join me?"

"Can you take things home? Then I'll go with you."

Yang Luhou felt that his legs were no longer his own, so he supported his companion's shoulders and walked back slowly with a limp.

When he turned his head by chance, he saw Wei Zheng, who was on the stage, talking with the lord side by side.

"Hey, look, Captain Mo is blushing."

"Nonsense, how could he blush without even blinking his murderous eyes."

Chapter 54

Taking advantage of Xiu Mu, Yang Sheng brought his brothers to Shijia Village, Xiangfu County, more than ten miles southeast of Bianzhou City.

This Shijia Village was originally a small village with only less than a hundred households living.

After the Marquis of Jinyue implemented the military merit award system, this piece of land was planned to be used to reward the soldiers who obtained military merits and titles in the war.

So it was renamed Shijia Village.

Five families in the village form a group, and a hundred families form a mile, living next to each other.

The main road is planned for each mile, and simple li gates are built. Set a lizheng, in charge of things in the door.