Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

After Nero took the farm tools, he carried a hoe and walked unsteadily to the field outside the city.

The Golden Retriever felt a lot darker.

Along the way, I lowered my head and thought about it.

"Ah, I'm so annoying. Didn't I say I couldn't come last night? Why am I still here?"

"Why should I listen to that guy? Isn't he just a little handsome and taller than me?"

"So gold and silver really don't matter. I haven't taken a bath for a few days. Is the big bath here still open?"

"Why don't you just leave now, or steal one while feeding the horses, and then run back."

"Ah, I don't want to work, I don't want to work, I don't want to code..."

Huh, I said something strange.

In short, Nero came to the place of work uncontrollably.

The breeze blows the earth-colored fields, and on the flat and neat farmland, countless shirtless farmers work hard.

The stream trickles along the field ridges, and the scent of flowers and plants mixes with the moisture of the morning, making the nasal cavity instantly happy.

Nero didn't complain unknowingly, his eyebrows were slowly loosened, and his red pupils were flickeringly looking at the field.

There are slightly white clouds in the sky, and there are slight ripples on the river. Between the blue sky and the loess, everything is clear.

The air is humid and warm, with a little fragrance of flowers and leaves.

"What a nice view......"

The girl was stunned, she couldn't help but put down the hoe on her shoulders, she stuck her hands on it, her eyes narrowed slightly, and let the wind blow on her face.

This situation makes people can't help but want to sing.

But when she was about to speak, there was a yell in her ear.

"Hey, girl!" An old man greeted her.

"Huh?" Nero woke up and turned his head.

"Why are you still here, haven't you finished all your work!" The old man smiled innocently, and the lines at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

"I'm done?" Nero subconsciously looked at the area he was assigned.

The fields, which were high and uneven yesterday, are now flat and soft, and the dark red soil is somewhat moist, showing that the wheat seeds have just been sown, and the water has just been poured.

"Oh oh oh, I did this last night. I was a little worried in the morning. Get up and have a look." Nero said casually, scratching his hair, smiling like a little sun.

"Hey, what's so interesting, you're doing a lot better than some old men!"

The old man gave a thumbs up: "I don't know what Master Neos thinks, let you little girl farm..."

"Yeah, I don't know what he thinks." Nero lowered his head and murmured.

But I was thinking in my heart, who is helping her?

......

On the other side of Winchester City, in the Martial arts arena, there were gusts of wind and sand, and a forest of spears and halberds. Hundreds of newly recruited soldiers stood in a circle around the school grounds.

There are two samurai fighting in the circle, and the surroundings are full of cheers and applause.

Turner was one of them, and the other was a former samurai who wandered around for a long time after being dismissed, and was recruited again this time.

In the circle, both held long swords, moved slowly, and looked at each other around the circle.

"Come on! Come on!" The samurai kept raising his hands to greet, with a ferocious and bloodthirsty smile.

Turner gave a light laugh, and approached suddenly, raising his sword as if to chop.

The samurai squatted sharply and raised his sword, trying to block it.

The swords clashed, and there was a sound of iron striking, as if there was a flame exploding.

Huge power came from the sword, the warrior's wrist loosened for a moment, and the long sword almost left his hand.

While secretly startled, violent cheers came from around.

Turner couldn't help but smile in admiration when he saw that this man was able to block his full-strength sword.

"good."

But after he finished speaking, he didn't withdraw his sword, but held the sword in both hands, and slashed again with the same posture, the speed was a little faster!

The blade hit the same place, and the fire was brilliant.

Then there was the third knife, the fourth knife, the fifth knife... more than one knife.

The samurai holds the sword in both hands to block, every time he slashes, his whole body will shake violently, and his figure will take half a step back.

The cold light is like a tide.

This kind of unskilled slashing is like chopping wood, simple and straightforward, forcing the opponent to collide with oneself with absolute strength and speed, the power will be exhausted first.

Gradually, two footprints were drawn on the gravel-paved school field, and the onlookers took the initiative to separate in order not to be affected.

Finally, when the two moved under the watchtower, the samurai could not retreat.

Turner laughed loudly, jumped up suddenly, stretched his figure in the air, spread his wings like a black eagle, carried the weight of his whole body, and slashed down in the air!

The fierce gale fell, as if splitting the mountain vertically!

The samurai looked bitter, and although his hands were already weak, he still raised his sword instinctively.

As Turner fell to the ground, there was a crisp "ding", and amidst the exclamation of everyone, the warrior's long sword split open.

The broken sword fell under the gray robe.

"Everyone, you practiced well."

With a leisurely sound, it fell from the head.

Turner and the samurai looked up and saw the gray-robed and silver-haired man on the stage. They immediately stood up and stood still, while everyone on the school field also retreated and trotted silently.

It was obviously just light words, but these strong men were shocked out of their wits.

"My... my lord!" Turner put away his long sword and smiled awkwardly, even forgetting to perform the military salute.

Neospi smiled and walked down the stage slowly.

The footsteps are heavy, as if stepping on everyone's heart.

Turner and the samurai looked at each other, and the samurai subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Turner grabbed him.

Neos came up to the two, glanced at them, and bent down to pick up the broken sword.

"Do you know how much time and money it takes to cast this sword?" He played with the broken sword and walked around the two of them.

"No...don't know." Turner said with his head down.

"We don't have slaves now, so we have to hire people to mine iron ore, but even so, there is still not enough iron ore.

So I had to go all the way to London, begging Paulinus to open a trade route, and let the merchants sell iron ore to us. "

Neos said with a smile: "There are not many blacksmiths in the city, but we still have to give you armor first.

At the same time, the food in the field was distributed to the army at the first time, just in case you were hungry..."

He paused and glanced at the crowd: "And this is how you train me?"

His tone was so meaningful that everyone present bowed their heads.

Turner gritted his teeth: "My lord, I, I was wrong!"

"Okay, since you made a mistake, you will be punished."

Neos nodded, put the broken sword in his hand, and patted his shoulder: "I have already promulgated the military regulations, you can figure it out yourself."

After speaking, the corners of Turner's eyes twitched, and he glanced at the warrior beside him from the corner of his eye, and then at Neos, with a helpless expression on his face.

He gritted his teeth, leaned closer, and said in a low voice, "My lord, do you really want to be punished?"

"Why not?" Neos remained expressionless.

"But didn't we just act as we agreed before?" Turner's mouth twitched.

"It's also part of acting."

"But are you really going to hit me?"

Nios frowned: "You are the boss, if you don't come to the truth, who will care about this new law in the future?"

"..."

(Pigeons cannot be pigeons!)

Chapter 130 Chapter 120 Chapter Nine Run!run!

To Turner's surprise, Neos didn't beat him, but tortured him in another way.

Put your hands flat on the ground, and keep your body straight. With each count, your arms will bend, driving your whole body to move up and down once.

At first I thought it was a joke, but after a while, I felt the man's malice.

"210, continue." Neos said leisurely.

Turner gasped and did it.

The muscles in both arms seemed to be about to explode. Beads of sweat were densely distributed on the forehead, dripping from the corners of the forehead, and the clothes were soaked

Faye sat obediently on his back, holding a stick in her hand and clapping it in the palm of her hand.

"Straighten your back." Neos glanced at him.

Fei immediately slammed down.

father

Turner immediately bared his teeth and howled.

"210 nine."