[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Kong Zhiyao had been busy for a few days, and he was in a trance when he walked. He was almost kicked by a donkey by the side of the road.

Everything was different from what he expected, especially Minister Li.

It turns out that the real evil is not the class teacher's stern and stern lectures, but all the lectures are educational in nature.

Li Luan's attitude from the beginning to the end was—"If you can't learn by yourself, if you can't learn it, just get lost." '

The closer Kong Zhiyao got to the Senate, the less he wanted to get out.

Not to mention the air conditioner here, although the house is a bit crude, the things that can be done are things that those nerds in the school can't imagine.

Even if he just sat in the cafeteria for half an hour, he could hear people talking about the design of greenhouses and drip water supply in his left ear, and he could hear people discussing the history of the Song Dynasty on his right.

Coming to the Senate is tantamount to coming to the outlet of information and opportunities.

Even if Kong Zhiyao just casually mentioned a few words when he came home on the weekend, his father would always show a serious expression.

——The whole family has never listened to him so intently.

Thinking that he was only at the bottom of the Senate, Kong Zhiyao felt like he was standing by the lake.

The surface of the lake looks calm, but no one knows how deep the water is.

He never met the head of state from the beginning to the end, but he still couldn't help guessing in his heart.

Such a person has the greatest power and the broadest vision. When he faces the other two countries, he may feel a higher level of mental stimulation than a high roller.

People who have really achieved success in their careers or in certain fields cannot become addicted to ordinary things.

Whether it is doing scientific research or tossing about math competitions, when you really enter a game and start to pay endlessly for it, the spiritual pleasure of feedback is something that ordinary things can't give at all.

Long Yue's status in the Senate is a technical consultant. Although she does not have a college degree, she has already minored in two courses of programming and medicine in high school, and her grades are very good. She has won provincial and national amateur competitions top three.

Although Long Mu has learned most of the communication technology from his grandfather, he also has a lot of research on programming - after all, he has been intensively trained by the old man since he was a baby, and the storage space in his brain has been filled and expanded repeatedly.

Right now, Long Mu is busy maintaining information on the two signal towers and government projects, and Long Yue comes over to help solve most of the math problems of the Ministry of Construction.

Mechanical calculations, engineering costs, and efficient design of drainage pipes, there are a lot of things that she can contribute to.

Although Li Luan usually speaks little, he would occasionally point out a few words when he was by her side.

Even just a few sentences are enough to open up new ideas for Long Yue, which is more effective than taking a few classes.

The Ministry of Construction is divided into two groups. Group A cooperates with the military to carry out the layout and construction of city defenses, and Group B begins to solve urban planning problems.

The daily routine of group A is to do simulations around the computer and the building block table——

Both Minister Li and Qian Ju said that the single-base wall is too untechnical, so there is no basic tactical respect for the opponent.

——At least two lanes should be built.

Li Luan personally thinks that containers can be used to set up a death row, anyone can get in, and no one can get out.

The people in group B already had a shared bicycle, and they began to wander around the entire Yangzhou city and the southeast agricultural area endlessly.

They want to build a whole water supply pipeline—

No matter what age it is, faucets and water pumps should still be done.

In terms of agriculture, if refined water supply can be formed, it will not only save a lot of manpower for urban construction, but also promote food production.

When Long Yue walked into the office, he looked up and found that Li Luan was wearing a smoky pink dress.

Her long hair was tied into a bun, revealing her slender and fair neck and collarbone.

Long Yue was stunned for a moment, shook his head to let himself not think about it, and only stepped forward to hand over the previous test results.

Li Luan took the document, and the diamond bracelet on his wrist was half suspended in the air. The pigeon-blood ruby ​​was shining, and the color was bright and beautiful.

Only then did Long Yue realize that there was a tattoo on the side of her left wrist, but the outline was blocked by the bracelet.

"Are you looking at this?" Li Luan raised his wrist and glanced at the gorgeous ornament: "Sent by Liu Xun, the taste is not bad."

Long Yue bowed his head in response, he didn't have the nerve to ask, and just continued to listen to her talk about work arrangements.

Chinese people do not easily get tattoos. On the one hand, it is indeed because of pain, and on the other hand, it is also related to cultural customs.

In the history of China, only witches and criminals would use knives on their bodies. Even in modern times, most people choose paints that can be washed off, and not many people actually pierce the color into the skin.

But all tattoos are related to a memory.

Although Long Yue was curious, he suppressed his thoughts and didn't even dare to look at her left hand.

She helped Li Luan calculate the construction costs of the two projects, and she completed the task that only three or four people in the office could handle by herself.

Li Luan also knew that with the help of this little girl, the progress bar of the entire Ministry of Construction had been sped up a lot, so he took out a box of strawberry soda candies in a silver tin box from the side drawer.

"I'm not a child anymore..." Long Yue whispered when he took the candy.

Although she was much shorter than Li Luan, she always felt that she was not far from becoming an adult, and she was different from those young boys in school.

Li Luan didn't answer, just took the box of candy again, tore the seal with his fingertips, opened the box, took one and fed it to her.

Long Yue didn't expect that she would feed himself like this, so he ate it subconsciously.

There is still a faint tangerine aroma on the fingertips, and it is the familiar white poison again.

Although the candy looks unremarkable, it tastes really good.

The sweet taste is silent, with a little sour taste, which makes people feel better.

Probably because it melted too fast, she actually looked like another one.

Li Luan glanced at her and smiled for a moment, put the box of candies into her palm, waved goodbye, and continued to draw engineering drawings.

Looking at her focused expression, Long Yue pursed his lips, took the candy and left.

Liu Zi's guess was correct.

Five days after Wan Yanliang appeared, an alarm signal came from the farthest surveillance line.

There are tens of thousands of people driving here, and they will arrive at the border of Yangzhou in about ten days.

Because Wan Yanliang has been haunted recently, Qian Fan decided to close the northern city gate and stop accepting refugees in about five days.

At the same time, helicopters and snipers began to work at high altitudes, constantly running in and practicing targets.

The east, west and south of the city are densely populated, and only the northern sides of the Iron Curtain can disperse the crowd and clear the site.

After hearing that the alert was triggered, they simply drew a few white marks on the Iron Curtain, so that the snipers were ready to shoot at the high altitude of Yangzhou City, and get more familiar with the terrain.

Although the helicopter can hover, it is extremely challenging for micromanagement - any slight bumps will affect people's judgment.

Although three or four people had already been trained in helicopter piloting skills by Zhao Qingyu a few months ago, at this time, the military department still only let him come.

In terms of flight time alone, this kid is the existence that crushes everyone.

For fear of disturbing the people, before the helicopter stopped in Yangzhou City, they all took off from Jiangyin and then flew in different ways in the mountains and forests, arranging snipers to find out.

There were only two snipers selected—Qian Ju and his subordinate Xiao Zhou.

In the past, Jiangyin had no garrisons, and most of the retired soldiers were old, and there were not many capable people.

In the past six months, although the army has been established and intensive training has begun, all that has been improved are physical fitness and weapon operation skills. Only the two of them can really snipe and kill people.

Seeing that the countdown to the war begins again, the plane must fly from Jiangyin to Yangzhou City, ready to be on standby at any time.

The emperor of the Kingdom of Jin was dressed in a really ostentatious way. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of standing on the Iron Curtain, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Qian Fan glanced at Zhao Qingyu in the cockpit, thinking that something would happen again today, so he just ordered Dao to take off.

The helicopter slowly rose from the apron and flew towards Hangzhou not far away.

The cabin door was ajar, and the slightly hot wind poured in.

Looking out the window, Qian Fan felt like a falcon ready to hunt.

Due to the need to save fuel, the plane did not drive very high, so that the huge engine sound rang like thunder.

This sound can be heard not only by people in Yangzhou City, but also by people in all directions.

The moment the helicopter appeared over Yangzhou City, almost everyone was shocked.

The fortune tellers who set up the stalls, the fortune tellers, and the countless people working on the construction site all raised their heads and looked up at the huge magic bird in the sky.

Sun Daofu happened to be playing chess with Guo Di in the courtyard, and he pointed to the sky in horror and couldn't speak for a long time.

Guo Di thought to himself, what is he thinking, maybe this is a phoenix that just came out of nirvana, but the sound is too ugly.

More and more people crowded on the street, and the group of refugees who had been collected was also boiling.

They heard that this is the country of the real dragon and that the Holy Emperor came, so they all ran to take refuge, and now they really saw a miracle.

At the same time, Wan Yanliang was waiting in the north of Yangzhou City, and obviously heard the approaching roar.

Suspicious in his heart, he ordered the garrison not to attract attention from a distance, picked a fast horse and ran to the Iron Curtain, wanting to see what the people of Linguo were up to.

Yelu Yuanyi rode a fast horse alone with a few subordinates, and already put on a loyal minister's expression and rushed over quickly——

He wanted to be the first to tell Wan Yanliang about changes in Tokyo.

If Wan Yanliang really takes over this neighboring country, it's not certain who will win by then.

Even if Wan Yanliang lost, he was coerced by this faint king, and he just cried miserably in front of the new emperor.

Who knew that when Yelu Yuanyi hurried to the barracks of the first marching army, Wan Yanliang was not seen at all.

And the sound of landslides in the distance made people feel a little uneasy.

"The officials went to the Iron Curtain, so they brought four or five cronies with them." The stationed general explained, "I don't know what's wrong with Yangzhou City, but there's a loud noise coming from there."

Yelu Yuanyi's heart tightened, he gripped his saber tightly and rode over directly.

"Uncle Qian." Zhao Qingyu yawned and said, "Look north of the Iron Curtain, there are a few riders on horseback, and the clothes they wear are different from the others."

Qian Fan was cleaning his gun intently, and took advantage of the opportunity to look directly at it with military binoculars.

——It was actually Wan Yanliang!

He looked at the photo of this person for a long time, and now he actually saw it alive!

"You drive over and lower."

"Let me tell you." Zhao Qingyu manipulated the handle and said casually: "Uncle Liu will definitely teach me to drive blindly and disturb the people."

"Don't speak dirty."

"Why do you start to teach others like Uncle Liu..."

The plane was getting closer and closer to the Iron Curtain, and its altitude kept dropping.

And the roar of landslides and ground cracks became louder and louder, so that everyone noticed its existence.

Qian Fan raised his gun, and saw Wan Yanliang riding his horse through the scope.

"A little lower." He said softly.

"Don't move, hover."

When Wan Yanliang ran over, it was a straight line.

Load, aim, breathe.

The gunfire was lost in the wind.

The next second, the man on the horse suddenly leaned back, fell straight down, and rolled twice on the ground.

Qian Fan whistled with a low smile.

"Uncle Qian." Zhao Qingyu said slowly, "My mother said that only stinky hooligans whistle like this."

"You kid knows shit."

At the same time, Yelu Yuanyi appeared not far away, and saw the fallen lord at a glance!

The subordinates around Wan Yanliang were in a panic, they didn't understand why His Majesty suddenly got off his horse.

Before the horse stopped, Yelu Yuanyi rushed down, and rushed to Wanyanliang directly, rolling and crawling.

Blood oozes from the side of that mighty man's shoulder, and the gurgling blood keeps coming out of a hole.

He was directly thrown to the ground by the huge impact, the back of his head was directly on the ground, and his eyes were blurred.

When Yelu came over, he couldn't speak clearly.

"Send—send me—"

Give you a ride.

Yelu Yuanyi directly raised his hand to draw the knife, and slashed across his throat without hesitation.

Bright red blood erupted instantly, splashing all over his head and face!

Liu Xi was reviewing official documents when Xin Qiji knocked on the door suddenly and walked over with a phone.

"Director Qian." He said seriously.

"Yeah." Liu Xi still looked at the file, took the phone and said lazily, "What's wrong?"

"You may not believe it when you say it." Qian Fan lit an afterthought cigarette, sat on the cabin and looked at the living beings under his feet, only feeling like a god descended from the earth: "I just killed the emperor of the Jin Kingdom."