Instinctively raised his hand and heard a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
"Sorry." Xu Lei turned around and looked at a young man lying a few meters away from him, with apologies. He really didn't mean to sweep the other party so embarrassed, but just an instinctive reaction when facing the invasion. Although he had tried his best to control his strength after something was not good, he didn't expect the other party to be so fragile.
The boy seemed not lucky. The entire playground was covered with lawns, but it fell on the only floor on the playground where a small piece of turf was missing. Although there was a splash of mud, the clothes on his body could tell at a glance that they were expensive. I was afraid that it was a young master from which family it was.
If Xu Lei had seen this scene eight years ago, he might have been gloating. Although he hit someone first, the other party was too arrogant to hit him. However, Xu Lei felt a little guilty in his heart, and he was vaguely worried that his strength had hurt this young boy just now.
The boy stood up and did not care about the clothes splashed with mud. He just stared at Xu Lei with his eyes slanted and pursed his lips and grunted. What's wrong with Ye Yongzhen, this expression was somewhat similar to that of Ye Yongzhen, and he had the look of being pampered and domineering since childhood. I was afraid that he would be the young master from a local wealthy family.
"Well... I can compensate you for your clothes." Xu Lei was a little embarrassed, but he didn't know what to say. He couldn't always be arrogant and flattering to a boy who was seven or eight years younger than him. After holding it in for a long time, he finally vaguely said something he thought was reasonable, but he didn't know that in the other party, this sentence was not only without regrets, but also extremely provocative words, compensation for clothes? Do I look like the group of poor and poor temporary classes who lack food and clothing?
Before Xu Lei could speak the next sentence, the young man suddenly rushed over without warning and fisted at the head.
Xu Lei just raised his arm and waved it casually for a moment, and then easily dispelled the cloak fist that shone brightly at the armed battle meeting that had just ended in the War Soul Academy of the Yas Empire.
"Well, the foundation is good, and the moves are quite exquisite, just the time... Well... If you temper it for another three to five years, you may be able to enter the state of small success." Xu Lei did not mean to dig in the slightest sense. He did think that this set of boxing techniques that he underestimated was also mysterious. He secretly recorded the angle and moves of the young man's punching just now, and studied it when he was ready to do nothing. Maybe it might be of some help to his demon sword technique.
The boy fought from the junior class to the intermediate class in the Yas Empire War Soul Academy with this set of cloak fists inherited by the family. He never lost in ordinary hand-to-hand combat. He shone brightly in the martial arts competition not long ago and firmly sat on the "first punch" position of the academy. Now he was utterly whispered by a guy dressed in a dress similar to his servants. His heart was burning with an unknown fire.
"It's a hero, please sign up!" The boy was full of energy because he knew that he could walk sideways in the War Soul Academy of the Yas Empire not only because of his fists, but more because he had a family deeply rooted in the local area behind him.
In order not to make the boy who looked at him angry and died of bleeding from his orifices, Xu Lei forced the urge to laugh out loud, and showed a calm expression to the boy, thinking in his heart what was wrong now? How could a 16 or 17-year-old boy speak like a bandit? On the contrary, Qin Guang, who was born as a bandit, was so gentle and polite. This world has really been adjusted.
"Go back and practice hard, your life is only once, cherish it." Xu Lei sighed, turned around and was about to leave, suddenly remembering the Ye Yong family that he was killed. Wasn't Ye Yong the same in the academy? But eight years later, he only felt a little guilt left when he thought of Ye Yong, and he could no longer hate him. Who is not young and frivolous? Who is at fault?
"Stop..." The young man who was used to being domineering naturally would not give up so easily. He was so angry that he sacrificed his battle soul to kill this guy who repeatedly "insulted" him, but after a moment he closed his mouth.
A moment, just a moment!
He is a genius of the academy. He had never lost a single set of cloaks in hand-to-hand combat from junior class to senior class. He broke through the strength of the two-star soul master at the age of fifteen and was beyond the reach of other students. He had long regarded himself as the future of the empire, just like the youngest imperial hero in the history of the Yas Empire eight years ago. I heard that he was awarded this honor at the age of seventeen. He was determined to win the supreme glory of this empire at the age of seventeen.
He stared at the guy who had already walked away. He didn't even see clearly how the other party took action. His proud two-star battle soul light was beaten back into his body before it had dissipated!
The dirty and sloppy old man in the academy guards the warehouse ran over panting. He always disliked the old man. He didn't say that he was dirty and smelly all day long and said that he used to be a three-star soul master. Every time he heard this, he would kick him and eat shit, and then asked him with a smile why he didn't use the power of the three-star soul master to fight back.
The old man was not angry every time, but just got up from the ground and said that he had been locked and his bones were destroyed and his war soul fell to this place.
Of course, the boy didn't believe him. The imperial royal family was not a fool. He would be willing to destroy the roots of a rare three-star battle soul master. Unless he committed a serious crime of treason, but this sloppy old man who even the group of poor ghosts in the temporary class could be freely told that he had the courage to treason, even if he was kicked by a donkey, he would not believe it. He only knew that the old man's real name was Dai Lao, and he didn't know anything else.
"Get out of here, there is no meat to eat today!" The boy was furious, so he was naturally not in a mood to reward him with two copper coins and let him learn to scream. While saying that, he was about to kick him up.
"He is Xu Lei, he is the imperial hero eight years ago. My war soul was destroyed because of his gift. Ye Yong, Ye Yong's family has hundreds of people, and people are rolling around in the square. Don't mess with him, don't mess with him, don't mess with him!"
The sloppy old man was talking crazy and chattering about a series of inconspicuous words.
The boy was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the other party was saying those irrelevant crazy words, he kicked him hard, "Get out!"
The sloppy old man fell to eat shit, but he didn't scream like before. Instead, he crawled on the ground with saliva mixed with soil, repeating like laughing and crying, "Don't mess with him, don't mess with him, the Ye family's heads rolling in the square..."
In order to influence the nature of Xu Lei's revisiting the old place, after leaving the War Soul Academy, he took a walk in Yas City and bought some inexpensive but exquisite gadgets with Ling Qingyi. It was not until the sky got dark that the two hired a carriage to rush back to Yinluo Town.
Seeing Xu Lei's frowning slightly stretched out, Ling Qingyi secretly showed a gratified smile. He was so nervous that he was too nervous during this period. Although it was not a bad thing to maintain a sense of crisis at this special moment, the string in his mind would sooner or later break if he continued like this.
With Ling Qingyi accompanying her hometown for a day, Xu Lei finally relaxed a little and secretly mocked himself for being too nervous a few days ago. Now that Yin Luoguo has basically settled down, the Yas Empire is completely the same as his puppet. It seems that there will be no movement in the Nuel Empire for a while. Even if we raise our troops immediately, with the advantage of the terrain, and the Yas Empire, which has an elite battalion of 10,000 people in the middle, will not be able to fight Yin Luocheng in a year or two, so there is really nothing to worry about.
In addition to the three empires on this continent, there are countless empires of all sizes, with uneven powers and encroaching each other over the years, and gradually gathering some countries with relatively stronger power than many small countries.
The Yas and the Nuel Empire are the two largest forces in this area. First, they are two small countries with only a few thousand troops. They survived their long-term battles and annexes. Although only 200,000 to 300,000 troops can be called the power of an empty country, it sounds a bit ridiculous, but compared with the small countries around them who are constantly annexed by them, the country's troops can be called a behemoth.
There are many reasons why Yas and Nuel bit each other intermittently, big or small, for many years, but they are inseparable from the law that one mountain cannot withstand two tigers. When the power slowly settles to a certain level and the surrounding small countries are not worth mentioning, the two tigers will eventually collide.
However, the final outcome of the collision was that no one achieved the final victory or defeat, but instead there was an extra Silver Lost Empire with powerful and threatening power.
Xu Lei has been passing by countless times and has an inexplicable strange feeling of danger when danger is approaching. Although he has considered it completely tightly, what should come is still coming. Nothing can be done completely without leaking. As Ling Qingyi said, things can often be calculated one by one, but people are often difficult to predict.
Replaced by the inexplicable Yinluo Empire, the king of the Yas Empire naturally reluctantly surrendered to him as his puppet, but the situation was hopeless, and it would be a fantasy to raise troops to counterattack.
But the anger in my heart always needs to be vented. At worst, I can become a puppet of the mortal enemy, the Neuer Empire, and crush the silver-fall empire that popped up inexplicably to pieces!
During a small-scale "raid" of the Neul Empire, the garrison of the Yinlu Empire was suddenly blocked by the Yas Empire army while pursuing the enemy. Three thousand soldiers were caught off guard against the Yas Empire coalition forces, which were several times higher than their own forces. They were all slaughtered in less than an hour!
The secret report from the Special Guard had just reached Xu Lei's ears, and at the same time another news came.
The coalition of Yasnuel and its surrounding small countries have a total of 400,000 troops that have been overwhelmed by the city!
Forty thousand vs. forty hundred thousand!
Qin Guang, the general of Flying Wolf, who looked gentle but vicious, slapped the desk carved from the bluestone he brought down from the mountain with a palm on the spot. His eyes were swollen and red, and his shocking white hair rose without a wind. The three thousand garrisons sent to the Yas Empire were all elites of the Blood Wolf Camp, many of which were his brothers of life and death when he was the mountain king!
It was not only Qin Guang who was angry. Generals of all levels of Yinluo's army were furious and cursed the Yas Empire's rebellion, and immediately expressed their desire to fight with the 280,000 coalition forces!
"Shut up!" Xu Lei suppressed his anger, but his shoulders couldn't help but tremble slightly. He shouted angrily, and everyone calmed down.
Xu Lei clenched his fists tightly, took a long breath after a while, then turned his head and said calmly to Ji Xin, who had been silent from beginning to end, "General Ji."
Xu Lei is no longer the impulsive boy who is on the verge of the wind. The countless hardships and dangers have enabled him to develop a skill to forcibly suppress his emotions in any situation. At this time, he cannot be confused. Once he is in chaos, the entire Yinluo Empire will be over. To command troops in war and move troops, he must be commanded by General Ji, the God of War on this road.
Ji Xin leaned on the wide couch, his eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he said lightly: "Only by returning to the army, the silver fell into the city, you can win a chance of winning."
The front line is just the front line. The twelve cities that have been hard-working to manage and finally saved have to give up again. The Yinluo Empire has returned to Yinluo City again.
And all this is just a first-line victory. How big is the first-line victory? It is only one or two percent.