I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

A month passed in a blink of an eye.

The time came to November of the fifth year of Dewu.

The autumn wind carried the water vapor from the North Pacific Ocean, which brought continuous days of rain to Xinfeng City.

Outside the cordon of the Royal Artillery Command College, the faithful maid Gillian was holding an oiled paper umbrella, standing on tiptoe and looking forward to it.

To be honest, even if a white person, even a woman, has a "Daming Special Labor Certificate", Gillian looking around at the gate of such a military unit can easily arouse the vigilance of the sentries.

Finally, a white figure appeared at the gate of the academy.

Putting back on her casual clothes, Bai Xia'er gave Yin Susu a standard military salute, then turned and left.

"Oh, my God!"

Gillian covered her mouth and looked at Bai Xia'er with short hair in disbelief, "Miss, your hair..."

"Stupid Jillian, do you eat chips and croquettes every day when I'm not home?"

Bai Xia'er stretched out her hands to pinch the maid's swollen belly, shook her head and said, "If this goes on like this, it may be very difficult for you to find a Ming man who is willing to marry you."

It has always been Jillian's dream to find a considerate man of Ming Dynasty, get Zhuka of Ming Dynasty, and live a happy life like the girls in "Miss San Diego".

It's a pity that Jillian's dream of Ming Dynasty cannot be realized for a long time because of her ordinary white girl's appearance and her inability to control her appetite.

Playing tricks on the little maid, Bai Xia'er took the oil-paper umbrella, and the master and servant went to the bus stop to wait for the bus.

Of course, the military academy is in the suburbs, and Bai Xia'er lives in a free apartment in Fengdu City, which is Li Chunfa's building.

Fengdu's subway is still under planning, and Nasan is still in the process of being bald.

So the bus is the choice of many Fengdu citizens who do not have cars.

Sitting on the bench at the bus stop, watching the dripping rain from the canopy, Bai Xia'er couldn't help but think about the past month.

It turns out that being a soldier is not as easy as I imagined.

Although she has a background in kung fu, Bai Xia'er's road to learning the army was not all smooth sailing.

For a while, she even thought that Yin Susu, as an instructor, was deliberately making things difficult for her.

It wasn't until she watched the training of other female soldiers that Bai Xia'er realized that the real heroines and the so-called happy-go-lucky gangsters are not the same thing at all.

What kind of West Lake heroine is just an ignorant child!

This made Bai Xia'er worry about her old father.

When he left Jingci Temple, he was full of confidence, saying that he killed 99 Manchurian dogs and avenged his good son-in-law before returning to continue to study Buddhism.

At that time, Bai Xia'er felt that with her father's skills, there shouldn't be any serious problems.

But after getting to know a real soldier, she couldn't help wondering, is her old father really suitable to be a soldier?

With his beer belly, can he really pass the physical fitness test?

"Beyond the name, the Northwest Front Army of the Ming Dynasty regained the entire territory of Shaanxi, Shaanxi has recovered the mountains and rivers of the Han Dynasty, and the Eastern Ganyuan fled to the Western Regions, and the Chen Bing of Tsarist Russia transformed the city!"

At this time, Fang Xiang passed by on a bicycle. Compared with the state when he delivered the newspaper about the Hailanbao tragedy half a year ago, the corners of his mouth are now grinning.

Fang Xiang went to the Artillery Academy to deliver newspapers, but when he passed by the bus stop and saw passengers waiting for the bus, he would habitually yell.

"Miss, do you want to buy a newspaper... Ah, you are! Whoops!"

Fang Xiang recognized the national idol Bai Xia'er, but not completely.

He gnawed mud and fell off his bicycle.

Jillian shook her head, thinking this guy was stupid enough.

Stepping forward and pulling Fang Xiang out, Gillian burst out laughing, "You look like a cotton picker now!"

Taking out a handkerchief to help Fang Xiang wipe his face clean, Gillian bought a copy of "Da Ming Times".

Looking at the embarrassed boy who left in a hurry, Gillian sighed.

"Why, have you taken a fancy to him?"

Bai Xia'er smiled slyly and poked her head over, "I remember that every handkerchief of yours is embroidered with your own contact information, so you won't give it to others easily!"

"Miss!"

Gillian blushed at first, then sighed, "How is that possible...I'm just a white girl with no education, and he is a top student of the Imperial College...I know their school uniform...and..."

Ji Lian looked around and made sure there was no one, so she whispered: "I heard from the little sisters who work in Seattle that the Imperial Academy of Ming Dynasty is full of great people. There is a high-achieving student surnamed Sha. They have to call three or four girls...

Miss, how can there be a man in this world who can deal with three or four girls at the same time?This is too powerful, right? "

"It should be... yes..."

Bai Xia'er turned her head away to prevent the maid from seeing her hot cheeks, and couldn't help but recall the images described by Fan Bang Yaofei...

It's so obscene!

It's so senseless!

Faint Lord!

Brother Fugui is a big fool!

Huh?

Bai Xia'er's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly grabbed the newspaper tightly, staring at a photo on it.

Chapter 473 Your Majesty, have you read today's "Da Ming Times"?

On the front page of the "Da Ming Times", there are several black and white photos taken a month ago.

The defense of Xi'an was the first battle of the Ming Dynasty's Western Regions strategy. It was a victory that broke the hearts of the Hu people, and also set the tone for the battle to liberate the entire territory of Shaanxi in the next month.

The defense of Xi'an is of extreme importance, so these battlefield photos taken outside Xi'an are the best silhouettes of the entire Qin Liberation War.

Bai Xia'er understands the above reasons.

But one of the photos is the third from the left, wearing goggles, smoking a cigar, and holding a gas tank in the creaking nest. What's the matter with the tall and fat uncle?

This is too familiar, right?

Bai Xia'er rubbed her eyes, and after repeated confirmation, the deputy commander of the Northwest Army who carried the six-barreled Gatling and captured the flag first to the Yanzhou capital was his old father!

This……

Bai Xia'er didn't care about waiting for the bus anymore, she pulled up the little maid and ran back to the Artillery Command Academy together.

After a while, a large-displacement sweat horse off-road vehicle drove out of the academy and drove all the way to the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

……

The driver was of course Lieutenant Colonel Yin Susu, a technical level 9 artillery expert of the Royal Artillery College and a regimental instructor.

Her driving skills are much better than Zhu Fugui's. When holding the steering wheel, her wild beauty blooms to the fullest. Bai Xia'er can't help but feel that women can be so handsome.

All the way from the Artillery Academy to the Grand Marshal's Mansion is a sparsely populated suburban road.

In only 10 minutes, the Hanma off-road vehicle parked in the underground parking lot of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

The Grand Marshal's Mansion is actually a part of the new imperial residence, but it is far away from the Zhaixing Terrace, where Zhu Fugui's family lives daily.

After turning off the car, Yin Susu opened the car door, and Bai Xiaer helped Ji Lian, who was staring at the stars due to motion sickness, and walked down.

"Come with me."

Yin Susu locked the car, turned the car key in a turn, and walked up the stairs.

Bai Xia'er swallowed, and hurriedly followed with the confused little maid.

……

Although Bai Xiaer's master and servant were guests brought by Concubine Yin herself, the guards of the Generalissimo's Mansion still dutifully searched the two of them.

Of course, it was the female Jinyiwei who performed the body search, otherwise, who would dare to touch the imperial concubine of Ming Dynasty?

Commander Yin Were was the first to kill him, and it wasn't as simple as killing him. The tricks of the prison probably weren't enough to play.

After confirming that they were not carrying weapons and filling out several forms, they were finally able to enter the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

To be honest, Zhu Fugui spent nearly 2 manpower, and the spectacle created by using countless reinforced concrete is still very oppressive.

At least Gillian, who was visiting here for the first time, even forgot to get motion sickness, she huddled behind her own lady and followed every step.

After all, as a white person, she is the strictest when she accepts cases and political scrutiny.

……

The Grand Marshal's Mansion is very deep, and the interior is very winding and winding. The big Han general who belongs to the Jinyiwei is holding an explosion-proof gourd, ten steps for one post, and five steps for one post. All these show the authority of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

The order of the Ministry of War is invalid without the review and printing of the Generalissimo's Office.

The Grand Marshal's Mansion can bypass the Ministry of War and directly mobilize troops from all over the world, including the emperor's personal army Jinyiwei and Fengdu garrison.

It can be said that the Grand Marshal's Mansion is the highest military decision-making body in Ming Dynasty, and the Grand Marshal is the highest commander in chief of the three armed forces.

The Minister of War is just the Minister of Defense.

Of course, the Grand Marshal can only be held concurrently by the wealthy emperor who leads everything.

In a country with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there are nine gates in the city.

If you don't see the emperor's residence, you will know that the emperor is respected.

Bai Xia'er was walking on the magnificent corridor, and couldn't help but think of this poem by King Luo Bin.

At this time, her clear face like a lotus in water was reflected on the window beside her.

Looking at this face that has always made her very confident, Bai Xia'er was a little discouraged for the first time.

Apart from the fetters of her childhood sweetheart, could she be worthy of him just because she looks good?

It took five years to pacify thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, transform thousands of people from ghosts into humans, and live a happy life. How can such a man be a lustful and superficial person?

how can that be……

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yin Susu's cough brought Bai Xia'er back from her thoughts, and she was standing outside the door of a particularly dignified office, knocking hard on the door, "Report!"

"Bridge Bean Sacks!"

The guy inside was obviously startled by Yin Susu's voice. After a jingle of bells, Zhu Fugui opened the door, and the shirt was buttoned wrongly.

Behind him is Mao Lilan with a flushed face.

"Xiaolan is here to bring me afternoon tea, so I only speak her native dialect when I'm in a hurry."

Zhu Fugui raised his wrist, looked at the time, and said, "Look, it's three o'clock, let's drink tea first, it's time to drink tea!"

"Ok, I know."

Yin Susu nodded without sincerity, then gave him a blank look, and said, "I'm not here to inspect the post. Anyway, you can pay the rent at night, so I can... Forget it, let's not talk about it, I'm not here today Looking for you, this white girl is looking for you."

"White girl?"

Zhu Fugui was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that standing behind Yin Susu had a strange expression on his face, as if some belief had been planned, but also seemed to be relieved and secretly pleased.

And she cut her hair short.

He took a sneak peek at Xiaolan, who was surrounded by dark clouds and snow, and had long hair like a waterfall, compared with the clean and crisp white girl in front of him, and then glanced at Yin Susu, who had bronze skin, full breasts, and peach-like buttocks, and Zhu Fugui. I finally understand what the word Chunlanqiuju means.

"Well, everyone, come and drink tea first, the servant's house is really bringing tea to His Majesty..." Xiaolan sent out the invitation in a tone of voice.

……

The conscience of heaven and earth, Zhu Fugui is really not a faint king who prostitutes himself day by day.

In order to train Bai Xiaer, or to set an example and show that he did not persecute her, Yin Susu lived in the barracks for a month and only came back once in the middle.

And Julie went to Europe by boat, planning to use the Ming-Russia War to short the ruble, give the Russians another knife in their most vulnerable financial sector, and make a small fortune by the way.

Mao Russia is too poor, and the oil and water are far less than the French...

In this way, Mao Lilan was the only person beside Zhu Fugui's pillow.

This inevitably made His Majesty Zhu Fugui a little bit dissatisfied, especially in the afternoon, he didn't want to deal with documents at all, he just wanted to relax, so he called Xiaolan to deliver milk tea.

……

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Yin Susu didn't intend to pursue it anyway, and in fact there is nothing to pursue. With the knowledge Yin Susu obtained from reading the materials, he is actually a very disciplined emperor.