The weapon of the country

As the playing time drew near, Major Mo was jumping up and down like a flea.

"Hey, hello! Captain Qian!" He chased after Qian Ning to inquire, "What did you say just now, that sentence made him mad!"

"This trick is not suitable for you." Channing put on his uniform jacket.

Mo Rulan stalked, "You tell me first, tell me?" She tugged at her sleeve in a low voice, "Please, Captain, sister?"

Channing stared at that childish face, the ice melted and whispered in his ear.Mo Rulan's eyes widened, she couldn't believe that this elegant and frigid female captain could spit out such vulgar malice.

That line was: Ridiculous, your pedophile duke and queen of child brides.

Enough to piss off anyone loyal to the Empire.

"...Is this too much?" Mo Rulan hesitated.

After finishing speaking, Qian Ning left, and gave him a middle finger with his back turned.

Mo Rulan was losing ground in the fencing field, he had to find a turning point, and bit the bullet to copy that sentence, "It's ridiculous, your pedophile duke and child bride queen."

His opponent's face was livid, his pupils constricted, his shirt was pierced by the sword's edge, and Mo Rulan's face was pale.What's going on, unlike Qian Ning's game, this guy didn't show his flaws in his urgency?The attack was like a storm, and the young major broke out in sweat.

"Admit defeat." His opponent commanded, holding the tip of his sword condescendingly.

"dream!"

There was a burst of cheers from the empire to wash away the shame, "Let him bleed!"

Mo Rulan gasped and fell heavily to the ground, shouting like a tide following every attack, and the audience in the empire were like a group of hungry people thirsting for blood, "Bleed!" "Bleed!" "Bleed!"

The federal side also began to shout, "Counterattack!" "Counterattack!" "Counterattack!"

Both the contestants and the spectators lost their minds, and the fencing field turned into a one-sided display of skills and carnival. Major Mo rolled and crawled, like embracing driftwood in the sea in heavy rain, embracing the honor of himself and the Federation, and died. Hold on to the sword and don't let go, don't admit defeat.

Shen Han clenched his teeth, his masseter muscles tightened, and the shadows in his eye sockets made his eyes deeper.

—He is nervous, he is worried.Zhuang Ye seemed to be hit by a wave, something exploded in his chest.

"enough."

Earl Wellington couldn't hide his bright smile, just waiting for this sound, Shen Han couldn't bear this scene.

To save the major under his wing, he will become a participant in the third fencing federation.It will be a duel, and Earl Wellingt will fight to the death with him. If he kills or seriously injures Earl Wellingt, Base Nine, the military headquarters, and the entire Federation will fall into a diplomatic disaster, and even give the empire an excuse to go to war. .

Before Shen Han stood up and left the table, the young and beautiful colonel stood up one step ahead of him, without any fuss, and his movements were smooth and natural.

He walked past the fencing arena and walked straight to Earl Wellingt, "Although Major Mo lost the second match with honor, the Federation will not ask her soldiers to risk their lives in a match."

All eyes were on, the rocker arm of the machine rotated, and the camera pointed at the 23-year-old colonel. He was surprisingly photogenic, with fair complexion, bright eyes, and a calm demeanor.

"In the third match, you probably really want to challenge Commodore Shen. But with all due respect, his experience is much better than yours, and he will not be willing to bully the weak. Looking at your age, title and experience, the most suitable opponent for you is me."

Earl Wellington's blue eyes were as pale as gray under the sunlight, and the glassy eyes turned from Shen Han's body to the young colonel's face, like a snake deciding to teach the rabbit who was stupid enough to jump out first, and then bite to death The long hated cheetah.

"Very good." Earl Wellingt picked up the coat with two fingers and handed it to the attendant. The fine gemstones inlaid on the coat were dazzling.

He was not so subordinate to the Duke of Lennox, but more closely related to the Duke of Lennox's political enemies.

Zhuang Ye unbuttoned a military jacket, slower than usual, and his heart was turbulent, I did it, I actually stood up?What was I thinking just now?

His shoulder was tapped by the hilt of the sword, and he regained consciousness, it was Shen Han who handed him the sword.

"...Sorry." Zhuang Ye whispered.

Even with injuries, Shen Han has a better chance of winning than him.More experience, better understanding of Earl Wellingt.

Now the earl's squire was arranging the layers of carved lace on his cuffs, and another was tying up his fair hair with ribbons.Who would fencing in a silk shirt with lace and puff sleeves?The blond-haired and blue-eyed imperial nobleman stretched out his hands and raised his head in an uncomfortably pretentious manner.

"Don't underestimate him." Shen Han stood side by side with him, the sun shone obliquely on his body, black military uniform, tall and slender figure, and masculine face showed a hidden edge, "He is a poisonous snake , albeit under peacock feathers. The Achilles' heel is that once victory is in sight, all defenses will be dropped."

The battle was imminent, but joy rose in the young colonel's chest, "Are you worried about me?"

This is a fine young man, a rough gem with a small chip broken away.The whole world has not discovered the treasures hidden inside, but Shen Han has already discovered the treasures inside.

The mature and handsome brigadier general was infected by him, and with a smile on his face, he instructed, "Be careful."

Their actions angered Earl Wellingt, and the face of the handsome imperial noble was dripping with gloom.

The Confederate colonel in the army shirt and the earl in the silk shirt and leggings saluted and walked away back to back.The earl has regained that artificial elegance, gently performing a court salute with his arms outstretched like a butterfly swimming among flowers.

The two changed their steps, and Earl Wellingt seemed to be focusing on performing, turning to the audience to salute from time to time, narrowly avoiding the point of Zhuang Ye's sword several times, and he was like a funny playboy.

There were boos and laughter in the audience, and the earl showed a prey smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes froze.There was a tearing sound, and Zhuang Ye felt something cold brush against his skin. He lowered his head in horror and saw that his sleeve had been cut by the point of the sword.

He wanted to avoid it, but the tip of the sword had already reached the tip of his nose.Exclaimed everywhere, Zhuang Ye was in a cold sweat.

Sweat drenched his white shirt, and Zhuang Ye slashed out with his sword in a haphazard manner, evading the inevitable.

Want to knock down the sword in my hand head-on?Earl Wellingt's eyes were full of disdain. Before Zhuang Ye's sword met him, the earl's sword had pierced Zhuang Ye's arm, and blood gushed out immediately, staining his shoulders red. His four eyes collided. Earl Wellingt clearly saw Zhuang Ye's arm. Ye's despair.

The rule of fencing to determine the loser is the landing method. The first blood or sword to fall is the loser.

For a moment, Earl Wellington felt happy and almost laughed out loud, but Zhuang Ye's sword was unabated, and the sword in his hand was shaken off.

"...You lost." Zhuang Ye endured the pain and raised his pale face.

Earl Wellington sneered, "What nonsense! Your blood—"

Zhuang Ye calmly let go of his hand, and the earl's expression changed dramatically.When the sword was pulled out, he firmly grabbed the shirt cloth to hold the wound, not a single drop of blood fell to the ground.