A month passed by in a hurry like a fleeting moment. During this period, Lin Zixuan seemed to have evaporated from the world without a trace. As for the important task of training soldiers and horses, it fell on Han Yun.
Tianlan City's military training field is surrounded by towering city walls and is full of mighty and majestic soldiers. They are wearing razor-sharp uniforms and are powerful. Their silver armor reflects the cold light of stars under the scorching sun, intertwining in the air like a winding line. The winding shadow of the giant dragon.
On the top of the city tower, there are three stalwart figures. The one in the middle has a gray beard like a halberd and an extraordinary aura. Standing on the left side is Xue Miao. He is wearing blood armor, hiding seven feet high, looking down. , with a thick smile on his lips.
Now in this army, Lin Zixuan's story has spread like wildfire, and he has also become famous. Even the city lord praises him very much, praising him for his sharp eyesight and recruiting rare talents into the army.
"Nephew, nephew, you are really my lucky star, Xue Miao. It seems that Lin Tianzhen has given birth to a good son." He thought to himself and became happy.
On the right side of the city lord, stood a tall and mighty man. He had angry eyes and a restrained and powerful aura. His rough appearance and line-like explosive muscles gave people an extremely strong visual impact.
Many soldiers below looked at that face and felt a strong sense of fear and respect. Some soldiers did not even dare to look directly at him.
His name is Kui Tianlang, he is bloodthirsty and warlike, he practices the art of killing, fights evil with evil and violence with violence. At the same time, he holds the position of deputy city lord, which makes him unscrupulous, domineering and arrogant.
"The war is approaching. How is the progress of our army's deployment, defense, combat formations, and sequence?" The middle-aged man looked at Xue Miao, his face emotionless, showing no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy.
But when Kui Tianlang looked at the latter's expression, he felt a little timid in his heart and did not dare to speak. Others didn't know it clearly, but he knew it very well. A city lord like this was the most terrifying thing.
"Everything is ready, just waiting for the city lord to give the order." Xue Miao did not hesitate at all and quickly reported the war preparations.
"Ten thousand captains, plus a hundred centurions, are also ready to meet the enemy at any time." Kuimulang cupped his fists and raised his hands, his voice deep and strong.
The middle-aged man looked up. When he looked at the small area that Han Yun was responsible for, he frowned slightly and said with some displeasure: "Is what you said true?"
Xue Miao noticed the change in the middle-aged man's face and subconsciously observed the situation below. When he looked at the leaderless team on the far right, his face suddenly changed color.
But he was cursing secretly in his heart: "Damn it! Where did that bastard go? Why doesn't he have any sense of time? It's been a while and he hasn't returned to the team yet!"
Xue Miao looked at the middle-aged man with a humble expression, and said sheepishly: "Your Majesty the City Lord, it was my fault in giving instructions and failing to notify you in time. This time I was derelict in my duty. If there is any punishment, Xue is willing to bear it alone."
"Haha, a junior with some talent can be so unruly, ignore the laws of our army, and turn a blind eye. In my opinion, he should be severely punished." Kui Tianlang said with a sneer. He was eager to use this to frustrate Xue Miao's majesty.
The middle-aged man looked at the two of them, thought for a moment, waved his hand and said: "Lin Zixuan is a new recruit. This is his first offense, but let's not take it seriously. If there is a next time, he will be dealt with strictly."
His voice was calm, and once he said this, there was no objection. It was like an iron law and the power of God!
In this army, everyone performs his duties, fulfills his responsibilities, and has checks and balances, but he is the only one who really speaks the truth.
The general is the king of the army. Even if the emperor issues an edict, it is not as good as a piece of paper!
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In the Buda Forest, on the top of a small mountain range, Lin Zixuan sat cross-legged on a rock on the cliff, where he was closest to the sky and could see the sunrise over the sea of clouds.
At this moment, he was immersed in the world of light, unable to extricate himself. Around him, a white halo loomed, and the strands of light emitted from the scorching sun shone under him and penetrated straight into his body, as if he Fully transparent!
"boom!"
Lin Zixuan's whole body was shaken, and a wave of aura of the fifth level of Blood Spirit Realm suddenly emanated from his body, and at this moment, his surroundings also flashed with bright and dazzling white light, as if he was the light, and the light was him.
Lin Zixuan's eyes suddenly opened. In the left pupil, light wave vortices appeared, spinning and twisting, and it was extremely terrifying.
A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Zixuan's mouth, and the fairy light pupils given by the Guangming Blood Lord were also completed by him watching the sunrise and sunset day after day, staying with the light, and thinking about the mystery of light.
Although it is only a prototype, in the future, when it obtains the necessary things for cultivation, the Immortal Light Pupil will truly take shape.
Immortal Light Pupils take the eyes of immortals, quench them with light sources, and obtain their divine essence, break the illusion of the world, and exorcise evil thoughts and magic.
After completing this method, Lin Zixuan will have an extra layer of protection on the battlefield.
He stood up, stretched his muscles, suddenly looked into the distance, then slapped his head, and said in shock: "What's wrong, I forgot the time while practicing, and even forgot that today is the day of military training!"
His figure flashed, and then disappeared in bursts of light and shadow under the howling wind.
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"Tomorrow, I will try my best to involve the enemy, but the remaining two will be left to you to deal with. As for Xia Haochu, he has his own mission." He looked into the distance, tens of thousands of feet away, was the location. In the enemy camp, under the loess ravine where the battle took place, there were countless corpses with broken blades buried.
Xue Miao seemed to be thoughtful, Xia Haochu was their trump card, and they could use it to deal with the Haoyue Divine Guards trained by the other side, making both sides unable to worry about the main army. By then, it would be a dark and dark fight. Only the brave ones remain victorious.
Kui Tianlang's face was calm. He had no objection to this decision. The battle between the two armies was more about the will of the team. Those brave and skilled commanders and centurions would often use their own advantages to give the enemy a fatal blow. Reduce casualties to a minimum.
Thoroughness, prudence, and careful layout are what an excellent and qualified general must possess.
"Deputy City Master Xue, your boy seems to have no memory. Is it possible that with his talent and potential, he can do whatever he wants in this military camp?" Kui Tianlang said mockingly. This was the first time he had seen such a willful junior.
"Deputy City Master Laokui is worried about it. Lin Zixuan should have important things to deal with. It is inevitable to neglect this." to others intervening.
"I hope so, I'm afraid that he is a coward, scared out of his wits, and becomes a deserter." Kui Tianlang sneered, thinking in his heart that Xue Miao was really protecting his shortcomings.
"This is just a one-sided statement by Deputy City Lord Kui, and the talk is groundless." Xue Miao said coldly, feeling a little angry at his repeated provocations.
Kui Tianlang snorted coldly and did not speak again. He still understood the principle of putting national concerns first before personal enmity before the war.
The middle-aged man's eyes froze slightly after looking at a figure speeding past.
