Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 78

Wang Luo asked Chen Ping and learned that the first class would be held three days later. He nodded, bid farewell to Chen Ping and returned to his barracks.

Back in his room, Wang Luo took out a very thin booklet from the ring, looked at the four big characters on it, and showed a malicious smile on his face.

It's time to pretend again.

Three days later, Wang Luo and Wang Wei came to the Imperial College located in the corner of Miyagi together.

He was wearing a green shirt, with a jade pendant (taken from Wang Wei) casually hanging on his waist, and his hair was simply tied up. He was dressed like a scholar studying, not at all like a soldier walking on the battlefield. scouts on.

But he came to class, and Wang Wei came to attend class at the same time as he came to class, and. . .

"Second brother, please call me Mr. from now on." Wang Luo came to the entrance of the Imperial College and said to Wang Wei solemnly.

"HE~TUI!" Wang Wei only gave Wang Luo a back view, and walked in before him with disdain.

Wang Wei was in charge of teaching the scouts to fight, but Wang Luo. . .It's for everyone.

Wang Luo came to the teacher's resting place behind Wang Wei, and there were already several people inside.

But their characteristics are very unified, one is older, and the other is exuding a murderous aura without exception.

Wang Luo knew that these people were all the best generals selected from all over Daliang.

Some of them are from the dense forest in the south, and they have dealt with the Nanyue people all their lives. They are good at jungle jumping and fighting. Some are from the Zhendong Army. Those from the Northern Wilderness Scout Battalion are good at guerrilla reconnaissance and fighting with small groups of rangers.

As for why there is no west side, it is because the west side of Daliang is an unattainable snow-capped mountain, which is basically completely isolated from the Western Regions, and only businessmen from the Western Regions occasionally appear on the Northern Wilderness side.

Wang Wei greeted all the people inside very familiarly, but they seemed to be from Wang Tieshan's generation, so Wang Wei's shouting of uncles and uncles won the favor of almost everyone.

After all, all Daliang soldiers knew exactly what the Wang family represented in Daliang.

Because Zhao Xicheng took a fancy to Wang Luo, a young talent, the first class after the establishment of the military academy was a big lesson for all the teachers and students from Wang Luo.

As for the content of the class, Zhao Xicheng didn't have any requirements. In his opinion, Wang Luo, who can write the method of military training like "Ji Xiao's New Book", can make the guys who rely on the old and sell the old in the audience take good care of themselves if they just talk about it in class. Learn a lesson.

But also because of this, Wang Luo's treatment was completely opposite to Wang Wei's, and he received a lot of strange looks.

From time to time, strange voices came from Wang Luo's side.

"Hey, isn't this a young talent handpicked by His Majesty? I heard that he has achieved such a great reputation after only a few months in the army."

"He's a genius, he's different from us old guys who only know how to fight."

"That's right, who let someone have a general and a monk's book on it, oh, Wang Wei, it's not about you."

The whispers of these people were very quiet, but Wang Luo and Wang Wei could hear them clearly.

Wang Wei's face was flushed with anger, and his hand on the table was completely clenched into a fist. He suddenly raised his fist and was about to smash it down on the table, but was gently supported by Wang Luo.

"It's not necessary, second brother, and when the class is held later, they will have a good look."

Wang Luo's heart is not at peace now, it is impossible for anyone not to be angry if others gossip in front of him.

But Wang Luo still felt that it would be more enjoyable to slap in the face in front of everyone in class.

After a while, the guards outside came to announce that they could go to the classroom.

Wang Luo waited until everyone went out, then stood up, and walked to the classroom with Wang Wei.

When he came to the classroom and saw the whiteboard and charcoal pencils made according to his requirements, Wang Luo nodded in satisfaction and walked to the podium.

He was surprised to find that the number of people in this class was surprisingly large.

Zhao Xicheng sat in the center of the back of the classroom, and nodded towards him with a smile on his face. Next to him were Chen Ping, Xu Yin, and an unknown young man in a python robe, who should be a certain prince.

What surprised him most was that he found a woman in the classroom.

Moreover, he still knew this woman, and he was very impressed.

If it wasn't Wang Wei's childhood sweetheart Yu Wenjiu, who else would it be?

Yu Wenjiu saw Wang Wei coming in from the back door, stood up happily, and waved to Wang Wei.

Seeing someone greet him, Wang Wei took a closer look and almost sat down on the ground.

Seeing that Zhao Xicheng was also sitting in the classroom, Wang Wei didn't dare to make a fuss, so he bent over and sat down next to Yu Wenjiu.

"My little aunt, why are you here?"

"Beihuang City has a quota, and I begged my father for a long time before I got this quota." Yu Wenjiu said to Wang Wei in high spirits.

Wang Wei looked hopeless, as if he saw Qin Huaihe waving goodbye to him.

But at this moment, as Wang Luo cleared his throat, the whole classroom fell silent.

At this time, a voice was still chattering. Zhao Xicheng glanced in that direction, frowned, and looked at Wang Luo instead of speaking.

Before the first class started, someone dared to refute Wang Luo's face while he was still here to support Wang Luo. This made Zhao Xicheng very curious, how should Wang Luo respond?
Wang Luo frowned, and realized that the person who didn't take him seriously at all was a veteran with a gray beard, and he was talking about a battle in Eastern Xinjiang to the young general beside him.

"The old man laid out his soldiers and horses, and the formation was rigorous. With an order, the Donghan army on the opposite side fled. This old man has captured countless."

He stroked his beard, smiled triumphantly, and glanced at Wang Luo unobtrusively.

And the young general beside him was Xing Lan, the scout of Zhendong Army who had just lost to Wang Luo. He was sitting upright, looking at Wang Luo innocently, with a helpless wry smile on his face.

"Who is making noise in the audience!" Wang Luo suddenly shouted on the podium.

The old man smiled disdainfully, stood up and looked at Wang Luo.

"Old man, no, this general is General Pingdong, Chang Zhiyuan."

Wang Luo walked off the podium directly, pulled Chang Zhiyuan's sleeve and pulled him to the podium.

"You know how to fight, don't you? Come on, let's practice, don't talk about anything else, how about running fifty laps with a weight of fifty catties on the school field outside?"

Chang Zhiyuan opened Wang Luo's hand holding his sleeve.

"I'm not good at running, and, this kind of thing, shouldn't it be the old man, the soldiers under this general's command should do it?"

As he spoke, he took out a flagon and a pill from his sleeve, slowly put the pill into his mouth, and delivered it with the flagon.

"You little doll, do you know how to fight? I don't know what His Majesty likes about you. Today, I would have listened attentively, lest His Majesty's fame for the rest of his life be ruined by you."

With that said, he put the jug back on his body, turned around and saluted Zhao Xicheng.

"Your Majesty, you must not be fooled by the villains and treacherous people around you."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Xicheng just smiled slightly, but the face of Chen Ping beside him immediately darkened.

(End of this chapter)