"Hah" "Hah" "Dangchang" The high-pitched and powerful shouts continued to sound, and the sound of sticks colliding was even more harsh.
Less than ten miles from the city of Berelli, near a manor in the Imperial Summer Hunting Palace, two figures were rolling and fighting together on the snowy school grounds.
Dozens of barefoot bald men, barefoot and bald, with their upper bodies and tight leather pants underneath, holding shields and short swords, stood solemnly and watched the battle.
A loud shout came, and the long stick in the hand of the two people who were fighting was picked up by the other party, and then the other party stabbed rapidly, and the hard iron and wooden stick stabbed him in the stomach.
Black Horse House screamed in pain, knelt on his knees with his hands on his belly, opened his mouth and vomited, even bitter bile water spit out.
"Waste" is the same as Black Horse House, in this season when the water turns into ice, Haolin, who only wears a pair of briefs, snorted coldly, he dropped the iron stick, took the long cloak handed by a big man and wrapped it around his body, slowly walked up to House and kicked him to the ground.
"A descendant of the Pavel family, you have been refining your body and cultivating your fighting spirit since you were a child, and you became the lowest-ranking knight at the age of thirteen.
Your father taught you all kinds of tactical skills from the time you were seven years old, and used all kinds of practical examples of the land and island wars as your teaching materials. ” "But you were defeated by a rogue from a civilian family" Holin's one-eyed twitched violently, and it was his own brother who was vomiting frantically on his knees, and he had killed him by the same time as he had beheaded one of his escaped cousins in the army.
"You have disgraced your father, and you have brought shame on the whole family."
Haolin said unceremoniously: "It's a big deal, not only the military, but also those people in the Wenchen system, they all know about this ugly thing."
The youngest son of the Pavel family, he was actually defeated by a group of gangsters in a student fight.
This matter has a great impact, and some people have already spoken out in front of His Majesty, questioning his father's ability to lead the army. ” Black Horse House raised his head angrily, he gritted his teeth and roared, "This matter has nothing to do with my father. ” Haolin sneered with a gloomy face: "But in front of my father and the political enemies of the entire military, this matter has something to do with my father.
The youngest son of the Pavel family, a talent who has received an orthodox militarized education since childhood, and the future elite of the imperial military, was actually defeated by a group of hooligan gangsters.
You know what that means the defeat of the father, the defeat of the Pavel family, or even the failure of the entire military system. ” Taking a deep breath, Haolin kicked Haus several meters away, and he snorted coldly: "Remember the beatings I have beaten you in the past few days, and remember all the scars on your body in the past few days."
Remember your shame this time, you were defeated without even seeing the face of your enemy. ” House's teeth rattled, and he reached out and slowly rubbed his abdomen, his body covered in bruises, purple and bruises.
He nodded vigorously and said through gritted teeth: "Brother, I remember, I will return all this to them." ” Haolin nodded with a gloomy face, he waved his hand and said, "Go and scrub it, my father wants to see you."
Remember, how much pressure my father and the whole family have endured and how much it has cost me in the past few days for your waste. ” With a deep breath, Haolin narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look in the direction of Bolelli City.
In the middle of the manor, in a small castle, there is a study facing the school grounds.
The study is large in size, but the furnishings are simple and steady, except for thirteen sets of sword-mottled armor and dozens of antique weapons hanging on the wall, there is no other decoration.
A large desk sits upright in the middle of the study, with a military map of the vicinity of the Norman fort spread out on it.
The entire wall of the study facing the school yard was pierced and turned into a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
House and Howling's father, the current owner of the Pavel family, Viscount of the Empire and Major General of the Empire, was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, quietly looking out the window at the snow.
After changing into clean and tidy clothes, House, who had a blue nose and swollen face, carefully pushed open the door and quietly walked behind Hausen.
After half an hour of silence, a large amount of cold sweat oozed from House's forehead, sweat running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin.
Hausen, the owner of the Pavel family, even his own son feels a heavy pressure when facing him.
The direct source of that pressure was the murderous and dead aura that was as strong as the substance on Haosen's body, the murderous and dead aura that could only be gathered by countless corpses and blood.
At the age of fifteen, Hausen, who was not yet sixty years old, participated in the terrible Continental Island War, fought bloodially on the battlefield for more than ten years, and forcibly promoted the title of the Pavel family from baron to viscount.
The last decade of the Hundred Years of Land Island War was also known as the Battle of the Flesh and Blood, and millions of soldiers were killed in direct battles on the western continent, and the casualties of those alien races on the five islands were also more than one million.
Haosen used the blood of millions of soldiers to stain his medal red.
The weight of his killing intent has not been worn away thirty years after the end of the war.
Born in the post-war years of peace, House, who had never really seen the battlefield, was almost suffocated by the murderous aura on Hausen.
Just when House was about to pass out when he couldn't bear the pressure on Hausen, Hausen finally turned around and grinned with an ugly grin.
Like the sword and the owner of the Beauty Tavern, Dajian Qiao, Haosen was stabbed twice in the face, and his face was almost cut off, and that honor was naturally not visible.
His crooked lips couldn't fully cover his teeth, and the two rows of broken yellow teeth were terrifying.
Smiling slightly, Haosen said slowly: "Defeat is not terrible, I was defeated five times on the battlefield back then, and each time I lost all the legions under my command, and the loss of more than 100,000 soldiers directly because of those five defeats. ” House bowed his head respectfully, not daring to make a sound.
Sighing lightly, Hausen pursed his lips and sneered: "It doesn't matter if you fail, the problem is that failure is worth that price."
Your failure this time has put me, the family, and the military forces to which the family belongs to passivity, and you were actually defeated by a group of gangster students, which is not worth it. ” Clenching House's shoulders hard, Hausen said gloomily: "You don't need to understand too much about the wind and rain at the top of the empire, you just need to know one thing, your failure this time has brought too much loss to the family, and you must make up for this." ” After a moment of silence, Haosen nodded slowly and said: "Give you a year, you must graduate from the Army Academy with the honor of being the first in the overall score, and I will let you join the North Sea Border Guard."
Lost glory is to be gained from the battlefield. ” Shaking House's body vigorously, Hausen squinted his eyes and said coldly, "As for the person who defeated you." ” "You must defeat him with your own strength, kill him, destroy his entire family, so that the glory of the family can be restored":