Generals and Puppet Emperors

I am very sad.

Really, I seldom shed tears even if my colleagues died in battle, because I am the commander-in-chief and the pillar supporting the will of the soldiers, so I cannot be weak or hesitant. As a spiritual pillar, I am always under a kind of high pressure In the unrelieved state, but can only swallow the blood into the stomach.

Now that I have been disarmed and returned to the field, I have encountered a problem that prevents me from suppressing the surging emotions in my heart.

I bit the pen holder, my head fell and fell like a chicken pecking rice, the pen tip dangled weakly in my hand, I half closed my eyelids, my hazy consciousness made me very clear what I was doing, but I couldn't hold it back at all The desire to doze off.

When I was enlightened, I seemed to be able to be in good spirits, but after I got used to the battlefield routines, I became a downright, lazy and disrespectful bad student.

It's like standing high in the clouds and finally falling into the dark and cold abyss, I feel that the whole person is not good.

Even though my mind was spinning a thousand times, I was still drowsy on the surface, and something happened very quickly.

According to seniority, Mr. Li is much higher than me. To be precise, he is a close friend of my old boss. He is strict and honest. Otherwise, he would not have been sent home in his sixties.

Liangzi!

I heard an earth-shattering roar, the sound was like thunder, and woke me up from my lethargy.

...the eardrums were about to be shattered.

How like the voice of my boss when I was a soldier when I was asked to go out.

"To!"

I didn't even want to answer sonorously.

Aman, who was sitting next to me, had eyes full of horror and was taken aback.

"What are you doing!" Mr. Li's voice was like a bell, and his silvery white hair fluttered like a flutter.

"I was wrong!" I rolled my eyes, as if I had returned to the time when rewards and punishments were distributed after the war. At this time, I must not grit my teeth and refuse to admit my mistakes. Soldiers who are frightened will usually stand next to them holding long whips and waiting for orders. His colleagues, who cannot quickly recognize their mistakes, will end up whipping them for contempt for their superiors.

After all, the battlefield is equivalent to a game field of chess pieces. Once there is a slight slack, it will become a discarded piece with a click. Therefore, the military order is as strict as a mountain, with clear rewards and punishments. The characteristic long whip with barbs will only fall on the body, crackling A meal made the flesh torn apart.

I breathed a sigh of relief at my quickness.

"Where are you wrong!" Old Mr. Li didn't realize how mysterious I was, so he sneered and reprimanded me.

... What kind of reason do you want to come up with?

I am very distressed.

"I shouldn't be flirting with Aman!" Time didn't allow me to think in detail, so I blurted out.

then……

I found myself accidentally doing something big.

Mr. Li's pointer didn't quite hit the ground.

pat.

Aman's face turned into a tomato in an instant, which really made people want to go up with a bite.

It was as if I was possessed by a faint king for the first time—this does not refer to my current leader or the emperors of the past. I kissed Aman's right cheek in a ghostly way, only one step away from his lips.

Mr. Li: "..."

Aman: "..." It seemed as if he could see the white smoke rising from the top of his head.

I too... I just want to slap myself in the heart.

Two earwax.

Three earwax.

No, you can't slap yourself beyond recognition, it's not good to scare Aman.

My mind was blank, and I broke out of the door with lightning speed, my face was pale, as if my whole family had died.

Although, that's right.

Not quite right, Aman is still alive and well.

Facts have proved that my subconscious action was extremely correct. After realizing it, Mr. Li was really full of smoke, blowing his beard and staring, and immediately picked up a piece of paperweight as a brick and threw it at me brutally.

It landed at my feet with a clang.

Having experienced many battles, I subconsciously took a step back in horror, and my movements also crept up. One can imagine how much psychological pressure it is to face the furious literati.

"Get out! Get out!" Mr. Li seemed to have something wrong with his heart, and he was covering his chest with one hand and groping with the other, as if he wanted to find a substitute for bricks.

So I...

Run fast, run fast.

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