Heartbreaker

I met the leader of the Winter Ting, Field Marshal Backhouse Plummer.He taught me swordplay when I was five years old, then clapped his hands and laughed as I struggled to swing, held me up in the air and made me giggle.

"Remember, don't waste your sword skills, little prince. The sword is a symbol of nobility, and at the same time it is an immortal heroic soul. When your kingdom is invaded, only the sword in your hand is your loyal partner. It is with you , as you go through fire and water, pierce the evil, and stick to justice. What you need to do is to use its power to protect yourself, protect your people, and make the achievements of the empire immortal." He said, I still remember it engraved here Every fine line on the face of the Marshal is like imprints on the granite eroded by the wind and sand of time, vicissitudes and coldness, and every gully tells a glorious past.

I laughed and said, "Father said that as long as the Plummer family guards the Wanjiang Empire for generations, the olive branch carried by the dove of peace will last forever."

"We will always guard you, guard the empire." Marshal Backhouse said, "Even when I am old, there is still my son, my legion... Look, that is my son, Pharos. The future belongs to you and knights of Prince Iron."

I followed the Marshal's hand and saw the two figures on the grass comparing swords.Airon's blond hair is as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the deep sea, and opposite him stands a boy who also holds a sword, with blond hair, a strong and strong body, and a pair of iron-like eyes His eyes became eager to admire as Airon counterattacked him again and again.

The sound of sword blades colliding spread to my side. I grabbed the gold medal of honor on the marshal's chest and looked nervously at the middle of the grass, looking at the boy with golden brown hair like a wolf.

That was the first time I saw someone who could match Airon's swordsmanship.

"Grow up quickly, Prince Lemon. Become stronger and braver like your brother." Backhouse touched my head and said in a deep voice, "I must remember that no matter what happens in the future No matter how difficult it is, you can't let go of the sword in your hand..."

****

"Damn, I hate swords." I threw the blunt sword in my hand to the ground viciously, "But I hate it so much!"

One-eyed Ior said, "They don't allow you to carry your knife? That one is already blunt."

"It's fucking crazy to say that the sword is the 'glory of the warrior'." I pushed my forehead and hair back angrily, letting the cool air cool my head.In terms of the comfort of killing people, the sword is far worse than the knife.I still remember how Ai Rong used the sword to beat me to the point of crying and howling. The sword seemed to grow in his hand, and it was my life's great regret not to be able to chop him with the bone-cutting knife that seemed to grow in my hand.

The sword of honor can't keep what those fools want to protect, but the knife of slaughter can get me what I want.

Aiur stared quietly at the blunt sword that I threw on the ground, picked it up and weighed it in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he cut a lightning-like gap in the transparent air.

"Oh." I said with a half-smile, "I didn't expect you to use a sword besides a pointed hammer?"

He said, "It's not difficult to wave twice."

I picked another blunt sword from the weapon rack and tapped his blade with the tip, "Teach me how to swing it twice."

Other prisoners who voluntarily participated in the melee also arrived at the preparation site one after another.After making a few gestures with Ai Er, I still felt that my movements were uncoordinated, so I tied two stones to the blunt sword to increase the weight of the sword body, so that the sense of power of this innocent broken iron and my crime-ridden sword The bone cutter is similar.

The first horn to prepare for the game is blown.Ai Er and I got a red square scarf from the quartermaster and tied it around our necks. We saw the lame Reig and the broken-armed Eminem walking towards us, with blue square scarves tied around our necks.I didn't see anything from the one-eyed Ior's face, but I heard the crippled Raig yell, "I've fucking expected this day, Ior! Take your beloved son and get out!"

The broken-arm Eminem looked at me and Aihe with a complicated expression, and followed the footsteps of the dead cripple and walked away.One had no arms, one had a limp, and it was a sight to behold.I swiped my blunt sword against the wall a few times, and the one-eyed Ior sat silently on a rock not far away, and suddenly said, "Sorry, Lemon."

I paused when I swung my sword, and saw him take off the red square scarf around his neck, exchanged for a blue one with the quartermaster, and left the field of the red team without looking back.I watched him walk towards the gloomy blue with a cold face, leaning on his sword to prop himself up on the ground, and wiped the thin sweat from his neck.

fuck it.Hold.

****

The second horn sounded to announce that the race was about to start. The tone was more impassioned and majestic than the previous one, which made me want to throw up.Surrounded by me were unfamiliar faces with no resemblance except for the red square scarf. Everyone stared at the tall and open stands above their heads with wolf-like eyes.A row of soft chairs was set up on the grandstand made of brick and stone, and several dignified people in elegant clothes sat on it, looking down at us, just like looking down at a group of lively crickets.

I didn't see whether Marshal Backhouse was among those people, but I saw the white lion watching us, stretching out its cold front paws on the ice-blue flag fluttering in the wind.I gave it a ferocious smile back, stood behind the iron fence, stared at the blue human wall across the field, and ground my itchy teeth.

At this time, the trumpeter blew the last horn, so loud that it could shake a person's buttocks into four petals.When the iron tie was pulled out, the heavy iron grid fell to the ground. With the roar of the sky, we villains rushed out like two groups of mad dogs who had escaped from the cage. We waved the blunt sword in our hands and launched a massive attack on the enemy facing us. offensive.

Red and blue converge like two raging rivers. Although there is a rule of "no attacking teammates" in the game, if there is a real fight, no one will care about it except the pustule.I rushed to the forefront, kicked down a skinny blue-necked man first, and chased after him like an eagle catching a chicken.The skinny man was beaten so loudly that he screamed and ran back to the iron gate after a few blows, and abstained.

So fucking boring.I picked another big fat man with a red neck, and I chased him down with a sword.The bear with the red kerchief didn't understand the situation at first after I hit him, until I gave him another blow with the hilt of my sword.He wanted to avoid me, a lunatic who would beat up his own people, and tried to pretend to be a gentleman, but I refused to let him do so, and beat him so hard that he couldn't help but want to chop me with a sword. The stone smashed him to pieces.

While chasing him I punched two more idiots who jumped at me without knowing what to do.My killing intent surged up, and my arms began to tremble uncontrollably.Blood, I want blood, warm, stinking blood, and my throat is dry.It doesn't matter if it's a blunt sword or not a bone-cutter knife, as long as there is something edge-like that can be used as a murder weapon by me, I can get what I want——

"Don't be addicted!" One-eyed Ie slammed into me, and said in a deep voice, "Don't forget the original intention of this melee!"

"Bah!" I laughed maniacally, and I told him exactly what to say.Aihe sighed, and soon the ghostly figure disappeared in the crowd.

This melee is not so much a competition as it is a fighting platform to show off to the superiors.Wanting to be promoted from a prisoner to a soldier in one fell swoop is not something that can be done with a few tricks. What a fighter needs to show is a gentleman's character of integrity and generosity and a resolute and unyielding soldier's demeanor.Ai Er mentioned to me before the game that winning or losing the scuffle is not important, what matters is whether the behavior is in line with the taste of the big man.Only by conforming to the appearance and demeanor of the Winter Tirion Legion, can we beasts in human skin win their favor and show that we are malleable.

"Fucking malleable stuff, I'm going to beat the shit out of you!" I yelled hysterically, my blood-red eyes widening—only mediocrities and idiots obey the rules because they can't break them It simply cannot break through the cage of imprisonment.Let those bullshit gentlemen and iron-blooded military ceremonies go to hell, I am Lemon Bone Spur, if anyone wants to be the farmer who picks livestock, I will give him two punches first to let him taste the taste of good breeds!

The dust that kicked up couldn't be hotter than the splash of blood, and the deafening din sounded like a child's fart to my ears. I bet many prisoners here have never seen the real "hell on earth" .Laughing, I slashed wildly with my blunt sword at all the blue necks that attacked me, until I heard a dog bark from Lame Raig.

"You fucking little lunatic!"

He barked and suddenly burst out laughing.I slashed at him with my sword, that ferocious ugly face twisted fiercely, there was a muffled sound of blunt blades hitting each other, the lame Raig didn't dodge or dodge, and with a strange roar, he blocked my sword head-on!

The unshakable strength shook all the way from my sword body to my arm, and I laughed out loud.The crippled Leger cursed, "I'm going to suffocate to death! You can't kill people and beat a fart!"

His hideously real voice made me feel very comfortable.I cursed harshly, "Me too, fucking, I really want to chop up these bastards who are pretending!"

With a flick of his arm, Emu threw a screaming dwarf out of the field and twisted his neck, "I still like meteor hammers. Swords are the most trashy weapons I've ever seen."

After a chaotic fight, the people on the field either abstained or passed out, and there were not many fighters who were still fighting.One-eyed Ior knocked down a strong man with a blue neck, looked at us, and shook his head helplessly.

I tore off the red square scarf around my neck, tore it to pieces, and shouted, "Do you still want this stuff?!"

"Damn it! Ledu is strangled to death!"

The lame Reig and the broken-armed Eminem both tore off their scarves and crushed them under their feet.One-eyed Aihe looked at us from a distance, took off the blue square scarf and threw it aside, a faint smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth.I stretched my free neck and shouted towards the high stands, "Don't fucking close your eyes, the real fun begins now!"

****

The four of us villains without kerchiefs rushed towards the surrounding crowd. At that moment, I felt a pair of wolf-like eyes, which suddenly pierced through the barrier of my memory, naked|naked|naked on the white lion flag. in the field of vision.A tall man wearing a pitch-black hood appeared out of nowhere from under the stands, his jaw was as cold as a frozen peak of ice.The anger radiating from the man was like a spreading black cloud. He raised his arm and pointed at us, and a thunderous roar resounded across the wide arena.

"Everyone wearing a square scarf, listen to my orders—you are already companions and teammates! From now on, your every move is for justice and justice! If you can use all your skills to make these four unforgivable villains surrender , you will pass the final test of the Winter Ting Army!"