The King of Special Warfare

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The endgame is also a deadlock.

Any chess game ends up deadlocked.

The wind on the chessboard surged to the end, which seemed to be clear, but there were endless variables hidden on the remaining chess pieces, subtle and hidden.

Therefore, no matter the game is fierce or peaceful, and the style of the game is harsh or bearable, in the endgame phase, it is a situation created by the players who play chess.

No matter how this situation looks to outsiders.

Only those who play chess know what it means.

There are not many chess pieces on the board.

Most of them were killed.

The acacia of Red Chess is gone.

Black's doubles are still guarding.

Red chess still has a cannon. At this point, the chess game is the most powerful killer.

But a few pawns of Black passed the Chu River and Han Dynasty, and they felt a great sense of oppression in each step.

Bai Zhanfang sat down on the sofa and watched nothing.

When the endgame is at this point, the role of the chess piece representative is already small, and the control of the chessboard is the key to victory.

The two old men who played chess were extremely patient, thought long, settled carefully, and moved step by step.

No matter how dire the situation is, all they want is victory.

How important are those pieces that were thrown out of the chessboard before the victory. Now that they are out, it is not important for victory or defeat.

Bai Zhanfang watched silently.

Time passes slowly.

The old man at both ends of the chessboard was slower and slower, and there were fewer and fewer chess pieces on the board. The vast blank area revealed only dignity.

"And chess."

At a glance, White Zhanfang finally spoke.

He didn't know the mind of the chess player, but he could see the result of the game clearly.

"For the disadvantaged, a chess book is a victory."

The old man holding the red chess chuckled.

The old man had to be white, and even his face seemed to have an abnormal paleness. His face was old, his eyes were dim, and he was a plain clother, looking extremely emaciated.

But his voice and temperament were exceptionally calm.

It was the stability and calmness that had settled down over the years, with every action flashing the light of wisdom.

"Here is peace. I am a soldier. To me, failure cannot be destroyed. It is the same on the chessboard and outside the chessboard. Peace is the same as coexistence. If the enemy, how to coexist? Killing is best."

The old man in black is in a Tang suit, with a red face and a white square. Among the three, his actual age is not the youngest, but he looks the most energetic and powerful. Even if he is old, he is still full of words. Decisive decision.

"You just kill your heart too much. Ordinary people are at a disadvantage. The first thing you want is to survive. Once you are at a disadvantage, the first thing you think about is how to share it with the other person. This is the style of your family. Good or bad. For a game of chess, if you can meditate, I have little chance of winning. But you are decisive and you would rather kill the soldiers and kill them all to the end. This is what forced me to make a chess game. How fierce is the game of this family? "

The old man with a sigh sighed, looked at his opponent in silence, and chuckled again: "However, there is also the benefit of strong killing intention. If you don't have this character, you won't be able to cultivate today's Zhongzhou killing god. But a lot of things, it ’s best to be smooth. It ’s too strong, and it ’s easy to be forced into a chess game by a pawn, or even defeated. ”

"No way, your **** is unusual."

The old man in the costume of Tang Dynasty laughed and knew the tone.

"My soldier has crossed the river now and will be your soldier. I hope he can be more aggressive under your influence, but it is best if he can be smoother at the critical moment."

The old man said this quietly, his complexion became even more pale.

The old man in a Tang suit played chess and muttered silently.

Li Honghe.

Dongcheng cold light.

A former defender of Nakasu.

A former military minister in Nakasu.

Before anyone noticed, the two had secretly appeared in Youzhou and Baijia Manor before the high-level meeting began.

"One more round?"

Dongcheng Hanguang raised his head with a burning look at Li Honghe.

Li Honghe said a lot.

Dongcheng Hanguang heard a lot of it, but for him, playing chess in a dominant position was still a little bit aggrieved.

"Okay, it's the same for another round. More than two decades, how many times have you won?"

Bai Zhanfang said indifferently, without giving the in-home face at all. He added water to the teapot and changed the tea leaves, and the tea fragrance began to drift in the living room again.

"I haven't done it a few times."

Dongcheng Hanguang looked dissatisfied.

"One game a year, Tianlan is 22 years old this year. How many games do you count yourself, and which time have you won?"

Bai Zhanfang is not polite at all.

"I haven't lost."

Dongcheng Hanguang seemed a little irritated.

Li Honghe waved with a smile: "I and Han Guang have their own strengths. I'm not as good as him in some places, he is inferior to me in some places, so I will choose to neutralize it."

He was telling the truth.

Sincerely.

From the year Li collapsed to the present, for 22 years, Li Honghe has come here every year to play a cold game with Dongcheng.

Twenty-two years, twenty-two games of chess.

It's all chess.

Li Honghe looked down at the chessboard, his eyes a little stunned.

He was a former God of War in Nakasu, but even in his most glorious period, he never had too much aggressiveness. He lived in mediocrity for a lifetime, and the first reaction was not to win, It is summation.

Such Zhongzhou God of War has naturally been brilliant, but not many can be remembered.

He was seeking peace, so there were few big wins, but Zhongzhou never lost in those years he served as the **** of war.

At that time Li Honghe was very stable.

Nakasu is also very stable, a little scary.

So until now, Li Honghe couldn't understand why he had been a mediocre man for a lifetime, and in the end he had cultivated a son who was so aggressive and aggressive.

Smooth, moderate, and summative.

This is the secret of Li Honghe's success.

No one doubts the secret of success, at least until it fails.

Therefore, even when the undercurrent between Li and Beihai Wang was discovered that year, Li Honghe was still confident of his control. He still tried to play a game of chess between Beihai and Li.

But no one gave him this opportunity.

Li Kuangzi did not give it, neither did the summer solstice.

When he was still in the layout, the whole situation had collapsed instantly, the flood was so dreadful, and it was gone forever.

The golden mean and the chess he asked for seemed to be so hesitant and hesitant afterwards.

It was then that he finally began to reflect on whether his approach was problematic.

Throughout the world, he is definitely the most capable chess player.

At the disadvantage, he can draw the situation flat, which is impossible for Dongcheng Hanguang.

And when there is an advantage, Dongcheng Hanguang can destroy everything and smooth it out. Li Honghe asked himself that he could not do it.

With the advantage, if he comes to play chess, I am afraid it will still be a tie or even lose.

The collapse of Li Shih at that time was the result of his willingness to sum up under the predominance.

It was also aware of his own shortcomings that led to the delicate relationship between the Li family and the Dongcheng family, the Bai family, and later the Zou family.

Li Honghe silently put away the chessboard.

He looked at Bai Zhanfang who seemed to have some serious thoughts even though he was making tea, and laughed, "Is the meeting very lively?"

"Not just hilarious."

Bai Zhanfang shook his head and didn't say much. Whether it is Dongcheng Hanguang or Li Honghe, he can get the detailed meeting content of the high-level meeting at the first time. Needless to say, Dongcheng Hanguang does n’t need to say more. As for Li Honghe, although Li ’s collapsed because of Li Fan, No one dares to deny his own achievements. It is like the last Youzhou conference. Li Huacheng personally supported him when Li Honghe was present. At some times, on the status, Li Honghe is still the top retired giant, so for more than two decades Every time at the high-level meeting, staff will sort it out for him, but Li Honghe never expressed any opinions.

"Tianzhang is anxious."

Li Honghe said quietly: "If he can be more patient, other results may occur."

He was silent for a while, and then laughed at himself: "Let him go. The Snow Dance Legion is good and fits the current Tianlan."

"The pure Snow Dance Legion is really good."

Bai Zhanfang looked at Li Honghe: "But what about Wang Tianzong and Gu Xingyun?"

"Let them go."

Li Honghe's tone remained calm: "I stayed in Youzhou for a few more days and visited some old friends of that year."

Bai Zhanfang and Li Honghe looked at each other.

Li Honghe's old friends are nowadays. As long as they are alive, they are basically big brothers.

But also the retired big brother of Southeast Group.

"Brother wants to play a game with the juniors of Beihai Wang himself?"

Dongcheng Hanguang hesitated and asked.

"Where can I get my turn?"

Li Honghe chuckled: "I will make some preparations. But this time in the chaos in Eastern Europe, the little girl named Xue Qin is the protagonist."

"Foolproof?"

Bai Zhanfang asked with a gaze on his eyes.

"How can I be absolutely sure?"

Li Honghe shook his head: "Nine out of ten."

Dongcheng Hanguang and Bai Zhanfang's body relaxed at the same time.

"Anyway ... we changed at the expense of Li's. The plan has reached the end stage, and we have no way back. If the brother can help us through this difficult time, the Dongcheng family would not think so. Report. "

Dongcheng Hanguang was silent for a long time before he said in a low tone.

Li Honghe shook his head, looked out the window, and whispered, "Helping you is also helping me."

...

The sanctuary of Europe is very small.

But to some extent, the sanctuary is one of the most terrifying countries in the world.

Because there is faith here.

And faith has no borders.

faith.

This is a vocabulary with too many special meanings. It is sacred, it is the destination, it is worship, it is not blasphemy.

It also means absolute madness.

This is a country built in the city of Qiqiu, the capital of Italy, and it is a sacred place in the minds of nearly two billion believers around the world.

Qin Weibai came to Sanctuary for the first time.

It's not an invitation or an uninvited guest.

It is more like the cooperation between the two parties in certain conditions.

There is a holy palace in the sanctuary.

Residing in the holy palace is the master of the sanctuary and the **** spokesman in the hearts of more than a billion believers.

The bright sun shone in front of the gate of the Holy Palace.

The ancient holy palace seems to be plated with a layer of gold in the sun, mysterious and majestic, with a sense of solemnity that precipitates history and time.

Qin Weibai stood quietly in front of the gate of the Holy Palace.

The sun fell on her and fell into the holy palace.

She and the holy palace have light.

Qin Weibai in this state is like a statue of a goddess standing in front of the gate of the holy palace.

Beautiful, flawless and not profane.

But it was a little empty.

Lin Fengting stood beside Qin Weibai, looking at the solemn palace in front of him, and his eyes were somewhat interesting.

"I'm here for the first time."

Qin Weibai whispered softly, her eyes looked a little stingy, as if holding back, but with a clear sorrow as if she could penetrate into the bone marrow.

"I have no wine."

Lin Fengting joked: "Do you have a story?"

"No."

Qin Weibai smiled and shook his head with a quiet tone: "I just remember that a long time ago, a man promised his woman that he would let the owner of this palace personally host their wedding in the church opposite them. . "

Lin Fengting's eyes were quiet and even gentle.

"Then this can be regarded as a grand wedding of the highest standard in any era. I also thought about it when I was young, but I didn't do it. Didn't he do it?"

Lin Fengting laughed softly.

"He did it."

Qin Weibai said, her eyes were a little cold: "But the woman gave up on her own."

Lin Fengting froze for a moment.

Qin Weibai didn't say much. She took a deep breath and raised her hands to straighten her forehead.

She moves slowly, but her temperament changes as she raises her hands.

The emptiness faded away.

Sadness disappeared.

恍惚 faded.

The sun rose in front of the holy palace.

The wind blew her long hair and blue silk flew.

Seems to be in the blink of an eye.

Qin Weibai's temperament became extremely cold and sacred.

It was a kind of high pride.

Or arrogant.

Pride is sin.

In this most holy palace, Qin Weibai had only arrogance.

She walked slowly into the holy palace.

The crisp sound of high heels hit the ground of the holy palace, proud and enchanting.

A masked guard came over.

He seemed to know what Qin Weibai and others had come to, and made a courtesy, then silently led the way ahead.

In the study room where infinite knowledge and wisdom was deposited in the holy palace, an old man in a white robe stood quietly in front of the door and looked at Qin Weibai and Lin Fengting, who were led by the guard, with a subtle and gentle smile .

The old man's appearance is not handsome, but his face is extremely warm. His figure is not high, white robes, silver hair, neat and clean.

A black cross hangs on his chest, against the white robe, with full visual impact.

Holding a heavy book in his hand, he stood in front of the door, as if standing in the sky.

It was an indescribable sense of distance.

It is also an indescribable old man.

Qin Weibai walked to the old man and looked up at his eyes.

True arrogance is never exaggerated, but a kind of silence and carelessness in the face of sacredness, the supremacy, and glory.

The old man was still laughing.

His eyes were as deep as the sea, wise and deep.

Elegant, kind, gentle, and wise.

If the gods.

"Come in."

The old man waved the guard to leave, watching Qin Weibai smiling.

Qin Weibai moved forward in silence, and walked into the study which was itself glory and wisdom.

The study is simple and simple, like the holy palace, only old and heavy.

"You marvel at me. Marvel at your beauty, marvel at your cleverness, marvel at your determination. But you also make me angry because of your arrogance."

The old man still held the books and stood softly in front of Qin Weibai.

His voice was gentle and quiet, but extremely powerful.

It was not force, but a kind of indestructible heavyness and oppression, as if his words could determine the fate of all people.

"I don't like it here."

Qin Weibai said that her Latin was smooth and cold.

She sat down in front of the old man with an indifferent expression.

The old man in white robe was not angry, but just gently asked, "You have no faith?"

"Have."

Qin Weibai nodded: "I only believe in my man."

The old man looked at Qin Weibai quietly and remained silent for a long time.

Qin Weibai looked at the old man, her eyes were very aggressive.

She is sitting.

He stood.

So Qin Weibai looked at him and looked up.

But at this moment, she was like a queen in the world, but she was noble.

"Still arrogant."

The old man calmly said.

Qin Weibai did not speak, but just reached out his hand quietly.

She came here to see what she wanted to see. If the old man gave her, this cooperation would be a pleasant one.

The old man didn't hesitate, but just handed the heavy book in his hand to Qin Weibai and whispered, "The Lord is kind. You should thank the Lord."

Qin Weibai did not speak and took the book from the old man.

The books are extremely heavy, and the cover is black and weird.

This is a book known as the Dark World. The content has changed for centuries, but the cover has never changed.

This is the heretical roster in the holy palace.

It records everyone who is most likely to cause great confusion in each era.

To put it plainly, it is every master.

Qin Weibai opened the book and calmly said, "I came here because of the chaos in Eastern Europe."

"The Lord gave you the roster because of the chaos in Eastern Europe."

The old man smiled and remained calm, but his eyes carried the light of wisdom.

Qin Weibai looked up at him.

She turned the name on the first page of the roster.

His list is on the second page.

The first page of the second page has a letter and Chinese.

Zhongzhou Sword Emperor, Wang Tianzong.

Below this name, there is all the information that the outside world can gather about Wang Tianzong.

Qin Weibai looked down at the information.

The old man looked down at Qin Weibai.

Qin Weibai held out his hand.

Her fingers are slender and delicate, and the beauty is like jade, it seems that the light is shining.

Her fingers were raised slightly, but not page turning.

Instead, the entire page was torn off calmly and quickly.

The pages of the book fluttered in the air and fell into the hands of the old man.

"guilty."

Qin Weibai said.

Her cold voice sounded in the study, but it seemed to shake the whole dark world.

The old man caught the page and smiled calmly: "Should be tried."

Qin Weibai continued to turn pages.

One page of the book was torn.

There is also a name on the book page with little information.

Li Xi, Mrs. Li, Young Lady of Kunlun City.

"guilty."

Qin Weibai said.

The old man caught the page again and smiled, "Should be tried."

The pages continue to flip.

Eileen King, King Duke Rothschild, Queen of Shadows.

The pages were ripped off.

"guilty."

"It should be tried."

South American patriarch Jiang Qiansong.

"guilty."

"It should be tried."

The pages continue to flip.

The pages in the hands of the old man are getting thicker.

Every piece should be judged.

Qin Weibai tore a page again.

Templar captain, chaos.

"guilty."

The old man caught the page, glanced calmly, and smiled, "The Lord will take back the glory granted to him. He should judge."

Qin Weibai looked up and looked at the old man.

"What about the Lord's sword and knight?"

She asked directly.

The trial is not preaching.

It is salvation, it is purification.

But after all, judgment is judgment.

Need sword, need knight, need strength.

The old man looked at Qin Weibai's eyes and calmly said, "I will crown Aresis."

Qin Weibai looked at the old man.

It was a long time before she nodded.

She has been arrogant a little, and her noble head seems lower: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

His Majesty.

His Majesty has become two people around the world.

His Majesty the Sword Emperor of Beihaixing Province, Zhongzhou.

And another.

Her Majesty the Pope in the Sanctuary!

Sanctuary is the headquarters of the Holy See.

The old man took a scepter and placed it on top of Qin Weibai's head, smiling, "The Lord appreciates the humble."

Qin Weibai lowered her head, her gaze looking at the ground, her eyes indifferent.

She is never humble, but when she needs to lower her head, she will temporarily lower her head.

She needed the Holy See's power, just as he needed the Lin, the Dark Knight, and all the power.

Her goal was never simply staring at Wang Tianzong.

She stared at the entire dark world.

In the chaos of Eastern Europe, she will also judge the entire dark world!

The world is guilty.

All should be tried.

The pope stowed the scepter.

Qin Weibai stood up and left the study room in silence.

The old man stared down at the page in his hand, his eyes deep.

A tall guard entered the study.

"I can't accept her arrogance."

The guard's eyes were angry: "Blasphemy! She put herself higher than you. This is blasphemy! I refuse to cooperate with any heresy."

"I promised her, and I will crown you."

The pope looked at the page in his hand and pointed his finger to the door with a scepter: "Go out."

The guard's face changed, forcing his anger out of the study.

He can occasionally reject the Pope.

But he could not refuse the scepter in the hands of the pope.

That represents higher power than the Pope.

The pope carefully lowered the pages in his hand and picked up the heresy.

The roster is thick.

So Qin Weibai did not turn to the end.

The pope turned silently to the penultimate page of the roster.

The information on that page is equally simple.

Qin Weibai, the will of the reincarnation palace.

The pope narrowed his eyes, reached out and gently tore the pages off, placing them in the stack of pages to be judged.

His eyes relaxed slightly, and he chuckled: "Sinful, judge."