Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Decades of preparation, more than a decade of bloody battle, millions of lives filled in, not many troops, finally piled up into glorious victory, the entire national economy of the real human empire has reached the brink of collapse, it is difficult to support such a swollen scale, the formation of such a complex expeditionary army, continue to exist.

The House of Lords is ready to take over, maintain its current front and “end the war with dignity”.

The drawdown and drawdown of the Expeditionary Force is imperative.

Miscellaneous armies that are still strong and brave in Vietnam, such as Lei Chenghu, the god of war, are still debating how to deal with them.

Commander Optical Rod, who spelled out all the old ones and even made himself a waste, and General Miscellaneous, who didn't have half a hair in his hand, was naturally the first target of the surgery.

Of course, these men are nominally the general of the Empire, either the commander of the battle or the chief of staff, the most disadvantaged of which is hanging the title of "commander of the sub-fleet”, but also playing a role in the empire's counter-attack war. A pile of medals can be worn as crystals on the chest, kicking them off directly, not to mention too close to humanity, and damaging the glorious image of the Empire.

The Senate's approach is to summon the commanders of these optical rods, who have destroyed all the troops, back to Didu and integrate them into the "Royal College of Higher Military Officers General's Class”, which will be reused after further training.

The so-called "Royal College of Higher Military Officers" sounds so frightening, it's actually so cold.

Until these bars were filled in, the academy was dedicated to sending senior officers to the Royal Forest Army.

The Imperial Forest Army, the glorious Imperial Forest Army, the unbeatable Imperial Forest Army, what a glorious and awe-inspiring name it used to be!

When Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi founded the Empire, he awarded the five brightest and most powerful fleets under the title of "Imperial Forest Army”. At that time, the Imperial Forest Army was truly the elite one in a million years, and the killing gods of the rest of the hundred wars, whether fighting power, equipment, treatment or future, were uniform, the system of His Majesty the Emperor!

The view is not long. With the demise of imperial power five hundred years after the empire, and the rise of the four great families, how can the four power ministers watch His Majesty the Emperor have even a powerful Imperial Forest Army, naturally using various means to contain, corrode and exploit.

Plus, the royal family itself is not in competition. After the softening of thousands of years of enjoyment and erosion, the ancestors' habitual warfare and conspiracy did not learn a star and a half. Eating and drinking wine and gambling fortune is a gift that no master knows how to repay his mother.

A thousand years after the fall of the Black Star Emperor, the so-called "Royal Forest Army" has turned into a complete joke. Don't say that it is better to fight with the family of the four electorate emperors than the Miscellaneous Army outside the Empire - the Miscellaneous Army occasionally needs a series of star thieves, a private fleet or something, and also to join the nearby enemy fire in the world, even to go to the front line Hulo battlefield to climb and fight, it is a bit of fighting power, the Royal Forest Army is a group of the most obsolete waste, the four main electorate emperor Hou family used to keep the royal and the royal family, to raise all the Wuying family into pig farms.

What good would it be if the bareback commanders were kicked into a pig farm like this?

Whatever the future may be, the most important thing is that this Royal College of Higher Military Officers has no money or resources at the moment.

Since the military academy theoretically had no half-money relationship with the family of the four main election emperors under the name of ”Royal”, the personnel relationship between the miscellaneous general and the commander of the optical pole was transferred to the "general's class”, and their salaries and allowances were under the responsibility of the royal family.

Eight hundred years ago, everyone knew that the Emperor's dog was better than the local fairy fixer. Whoever had the word "royal” on his head would automatically rise to the next level when he met the enemy!

But today, in different days, today everyone knows that the Emperor does not have overnight food. It is so poor, it depends on the intermittent relief of the family of the four main election emperors.

Since it is a relief, the quantity will naturally not be too large, and the quality will not be too good. Normally, we will barely be able to feed and warm the royal family and the parishioners, try to cultivate individual combat power, or pull out the old starships that were refined hundreds of years ago for practice. There is absolutely no extra resources or fuel.

But the royal family and the parishioner, at least one good - didn't go out to fight, all day at the Emperor's respectful place to listen to the birds, one by one to raise fat white, relax the heart, but it's also pleasant, peace and joy.

Miscellaneous generals and bareback commanders are no good.

The swords and treasures of the Allies are no joke. They are all left behind by the ancient tribes on the battlefield of the floods. If you want more insidiousness and more insidiousness, if you want more cruelty and more spiciness, if you wear a star and a half, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die.

After more than a decade of bloody warfare, which General Miscellaneous was not wounded, severely ill, with broken arms and broken legs, Dantian split into eight valves? Don't say it's an astronomical figure to keep up the world, even medical bills!

The money, the royal family definitely didn't.

Leather balls kick from royal to defense, from defense to finance, from finance to civil affairs, then from civil affairs to the royal family, kick back a big circle, still two iron painting silver hooks big letters, no money!

Poor Wen Fuwu, you can't even practice your muscles, what kind of fairies are you fixing?

Naturally, these novel generals have their homes, their homes are often in the outer world of the Empire, and the royal family can't control them, and their homes should care about them.

But then again, in order to fight this imperial counter-attack war, the outside world of the Empire has squeezed out the last drop of sweat, one race at a time, one race at a time, the economic system is on the verge of collapse or is in the process of collapse, how can there be any money for these wastes to cultivate?

One more thing, more than a decade ago, they went out with countless children's banners, and vowed that Dandan was going to fight a terrific battle for riches. Now riches have not seen where, first Jilang hit a fine light, they dragged their own mutilated gray head back, how can they see the old people in their hometown?

To be more realistic, everyone out to fix fairies, they are mixed up to the level of knots and even Yuan Baby, who can have a few endless enemies in their home?

The enemies are waiting for them to return. How dare these lonely widows and bareback commanders go back to their homes and throw themselves into the net?

Home can't go home, it's no fun to go back. “General's School Class" is another big pit with no bottom. It's just that every day the three gourds of jujujube clear soup and olive land are confronted, barely hanging them for a small life, living a life of inhuman and non-ghosts. It's really called God, it's not good to call the ground, it's called unloading and killing donkeys, crossing the river to dismantle bridges, there's nothing more!

Zhao Zhenwu is one of the most typical "Commander of Optical Rods, General Miscellaneous".

He came from poor mountains on the outer side of the first quadrant of the Empire. His ancestors fought viciously and desperately. First, he spelled out a rather powerful sect, then smashed the pot to sell iron and turned the sect into dozens of armed carriers. Usually, he was smuggled in accordance with the law, honestly and honestly, and had the opportunity to do a few tickets to kill the Vietnamese trade.

In his father's life, the bigger the business, the less visible the petty smuggling, but officially upgraded into a private fleet, that is, licensed star thieves.

Until his father died in a trade war and was killed by his men, he was blue again, he simply landed on fire and several other leaders, became the commander of the Private Looting Fleet, but his heart was bigger than his father's - what's the point of killing people by the stars and seas, that is to say to kill a dirt bun, a good boy born in the stars and seas, since the establishment of Kung Fu industry, only to glorify the ancestors, immunity to fight and kill!

It was at this time that the Empire's counter-attack war slowly opened, Zhao Zhenwu's mind heated up, pulled up his own team, and spared generations of family members, recruited a group of dead men, as the commander of the fleet of Major General of the Imperial Army, and invested heavily in the “great and sacred” war.

As a result, more than a decade of bloody warfare is like more and more nightmares, more medals, titles and awards orders, but the fewer troops, until the end, even his left eye and left hand have been knocked out, even the vital Dantian field has been blown up in half, Ling Root is like a bad old man's words, soft enough to no good, look back, there is not even half an old brother behind!

Zhao Zhenwu's dream awakened.

But before he could figure out what was going on, he was politely invited out of the senior ward of Rongmin General Hospital. He was politely awarded a new medal and honor. On behalf of the Empire, he was politely thanked for his unparalleled contribution. Finally, he was politely kicked into the Royal College of Higher Military Officers, general class.

At this moment, Zhao Zhenwu, underneath the thirty-sixth district, wore a slurry to wash to the white school woolen uniform, folded and folded a wrinkled military cap, folded and folded, and began to stun again.

This is a new habit he developed in his general's class.

I'm not stunned to be stunned. I'm not stunned. I'm not stunned. I'm not stunned to think about what's going on. How can I beat the old man up step by step?

Anyway, there is nothing else to do in the general's study class except to be stunned. Many of the noise generals think like him all day long. If they can't figure it out, they can cry a lot, or they can fight with the clubs that raise white fat and piggy like them - even if they still lack their arms to break their legs for a plunge, it's still easy to beat up a few clubs.

But this is not a good time to be stunned.

Zhao Zhenwu stunned for a moment, the dissipating eyeballs resettled. His right palm was sweaty, his left hand was squeaking, almost screwing the cap out of the water, half heartbroken, half staring at the "seven-star jade breaker".

At this moment, the seven-star jade knife, which had not left for more than a decade in a blood battle, was carried in the hands of another person, like a saltfish.

That is the treasurer of the pawnbroker, according to the old saying, Chao Feng.

Look at the hairless mouth of the appraiser, less than four taels of bone, it doesn't look like an experienced cabinet, maybe it's a new beginner soon, I don't dare to turn his family knife around.

“A broken copper, rotten iron, miscellaneous warfare knife with no sharp edges, rusty spots, no matches, no chips, no magic, valuation… 3,000 crystal coins. ”

The forensic master looked at the knife and looked at him. He glanced at the knife again. He hit a debt and didn't pick his way.

Zhao Zhenwu's heart sinks - what did he say? He must be a newbie, or show him the difference!

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It seems like it hasn't been more than four days. I always feel sorry for your old brothers and old readers. Today, you work hard and dedicate four more to everyone!