"Hurry up……"

"You guys follow..."

"And you guys, haven't you seen that you've been left behind a lot by others?"

…

On the school grounds of Sushui Camp, there was a lively scene of drills.

Walking in the camp with a long sword in his hand, the working figures came into the eyes of General Pang Juan of the State of Wei.

Those soldiers either held long halberds in their hands and stabbed forward with the sharp halberd blades; or they held sharp swords in their hands and showed off the skills of formation fighting while fighting.

Of course, as an important standard announced by Wei Wuzu, you can also see an elite man wearing heavy armor and running on the school field.

Looking at these elite soldiers under his command and seeing them sweating, Pang Juan would always nod lightly with satisfaction.

Just thinking about the conversation he had with his junior brother Sun Boling a few days ago, a hint of gloom always appeared in the admiration on Pang Juan's face.

Pang Juan knew very well that taking action against Wei Jun and Wei Wuzu was almost destined to happen.

This matter is not only related to the combat power of the Wei army and the national power of the Wei state, but also the will of the Wei Marquis Wei Feng who is sitting on the throne at the moment.

In the ten years since he took the throne, although Wei Feng did not often show his authority as a monarch, most of the government affairs in the court were assisted by the two prime ministers, Gongshu Cuo and Gongsun Qi;

However, the continuous brilliant achievements achieved externally and the huge prestige it gave made Wei Feng's status in the Wei court almost untouchable.

Relying on Wei Feng's huge reputation among the Wei government and the public, if he wants to implement any reforms, almost no one can stop him from the front.

But……

His thoughts flowed here, his eyes flashed from the figures around him, and a touch of unbearability quietly appeared in Pang Juan's eyes.

These are the most elite soldiers of the Wei army. Everything they have now is the result of their bloody battles on the battlefield with sword after sword.

Pang Juan slowly withdrew his gaze, and in silence, Pang Juan tightened his grip on the hilt of the long sword in his hand as he walked forward.

A few breaths later, as Pang Juan slowly moved forward, a ball made of leather rolled to his feet.

The ball stopped neatly as soon as his feet moved, and Pang Juan gently swept past the soldiers in front who had stopped playing Cuju because of his appearance.

The haze in his heart gradually dissipated at this moment, and a bit of interest appeared on Pang Juan's face.

"Everyone, how about you take me with you?"

When the Wei soldiers in front heard Pang Juan's words, hesitation appeared on their faces.

When their eyes swept over the ball parked at Pang Juan's feet, a heartfelt willingness appeared on several people's faces.

"I am willing to listen to the general's instructions."

"Alas, there are no generals in the Cuju field, they are just people who are more skilled at kicking."

After Pang Juan finished speaking, he moved his right foot, and then everyone saw the stopped ball flying directly towards the Cuju court.

"color!"

Pang Juan's vigorous skills immediately won a burst of applause from those around him. When everyone took the ball and looked at him again, there was no general wearing armor and a sword at his waist.

The person standing in front of everyone at this moment was Pang Juan, a Cuju player wearing a red outfit and a face full of excitement.

"Come on, come on..."

"Pass the ball, pass the ball..."

As Pang Juan's greetings rang out on the Cuju field, everyone who had just been quiet just now fell into a commotion again.

Stop the ball, pass the ball, score...

Fight, collide, fight...

Although the Cuju field is not a bloody battlefield, there are still battles between warriors.

Whenever Cuju was captured through the door amidst the constant collisions of the soldiers, bursts of shouts would also be heard on the Cuju field.

Of course, among these shouts, there are both cheers for victory and complaints about failure.

Just like a certain General Pangzi in the Cuju field.

"Come on, hurry up. If you are so slow on the battlefield, someone will die."

"How about you, how can you kick Cuju? I think even a war horse can kick it better than you."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're tired after running such a short distance. Not to mention that you are a soldier under my command, Pang Juan. After we get back, everyone will circle the school field fifty times."

…

Although these complaints often ring in everyone's ears, Pang Juan's figure who comes and goes like the wind is also left on the Cuju field.

It can be seen that the Wei general is really devoted to the Cuju in front of him.

He turned the haze in his heart into sweat and sprinkled it wantonly on the Cuju field; he turned the depression in his mind into fatigue to relax his body and mind.

There is no need to see what will happen on the road ahead. As an ordinary soldier, Pang Juan enjoys every moment with his comrades.

Because there are not so many treacherous waves in the Sushui Camp, but only the most sincere friendship between the soldiers.

However, while Pang Juan was with ordinary Wei soldiers in the Sushui camp, there were several people in Anyi City who were silently watching the changes in the wind direction above the court.

"Come, Mr. Censor, your Majesty, please!"

"Uncle Zong, please!"

Several toasts were heard, and the uncle Wei Zhi, the imperial censor Wang Cuo, and the lower minister Duan Qianjie who were sitting in the chair at this moment looked at each other, and the three of them drank the wine in one go.

"Hahaha, have fun!"

The dull sound of the wine cup being dropped was accompanied by hearty laughter in the hall. At this moment, Wei Zhi showed his infinitely high interest today.

"Master Yushi, your Majesty, I have invited you two here today. In addition to wanting to taste this fine wine, I also want to do one thing..."

When the words came to this point, Wei Zhi's voice immediately became much deeper, and there was a hint of caution in the expression on his face.

"I wonder if you two have heard the sound of wind blowing in the court. Our Lord seems to be intending to make some move against the Wei army?"

"Have you ever heard some rumors?"

Putting on a look of disdain, Duan Qianjie, who was sitting on the lower right side of Wei Zhi, poured a full glass of wine.

"I heard that just a few days ago, our Lord General Gongsun Yang, Sun Boling and Shen Buhe were summoned to the palace. It seems that it was just for this matter."

"In my opinion, the person most trusted by the kings in the court today is Gongsun Qi, the prime minister, followed by Gongsun Yang, Sun Boling and others. Where is the place for us in the Wei court?"

After saying this, Duan Qianjie moved his hand and drank the full bottle of wine in front of him.

Just as he was preparing to fill the wine cup again with that unhappiness in his heart, Wang Cuo, who had been silent across the street, asked quietly.

"I wonder what General Pang Juan thinks about this matter?"

"What can a warrior think? Just a few days ago, he led a group of personal guards to the Sushui Camp. It seems that he was working hard to train the Wei warriors under his command."

After telling him all the news he had obtained these days, a look of surprise appeared on Duan Qianjie's face.

"Brother Cuo, what do you mean?"

When Wang Cuo heard Duan Qian's question, he first looked at Duan Qianjie opposite him, then at Wei Zhi who was pretending to be calm, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"This Wei Dynasty court was supposed to be a lake of clear water, but our Lord made it muddy with his own hands..."

The words were faint, but the smile on Wang Cuo's face became more and more weird.
Chapter completed!