Chapter 2262 General School Study Class (Fourth More!)

After decades of preparation and more than ten years of bloody battles, millions of lives were filled in one after another, and an unknown number of troops were wiped out. Finally, a glorious victory was accumulated, and the overall national economy of the Real Human Empire was unable to make ends meet and was on the verge of collapse. It is difficult to support an expeditionary force with such a large scale and such a complicated system to continue to exist.

The Senate is ready to close as soon as it is ready, maintain the current front, and "end the war with dignity."

The elimination and reduction of the expeditionary force is imperative.

How to deal with those miscellaneous troops who are still strong and brave, such as the arrogant soldiers under the command of "God of War" Lei Chenghu, is still under discussion.

These bare-bones commanders who have lost their money and even made themselves into waste, and miscellaneous generals with no hair on their hands are naturally the first targets to be attacked.

Of course, these people are all generals of the empire in name, either the commander of the battle group or the chief of staff, and the worst is the vacant title of "Squadron Commander", and they have made great contributions in the Empire's counterattack, and piles of medals are full. The chest can be worn as a crystal armor, and it is too unkind to kick it away, and it will damage the glorious image of the empire.

The solution of the Senate is to recall all the polished commanders who have wiped out the troops back to the imperial capital, and incorporate them into the "Royal Higher Military Academy Generals Study Class". After further training, they will be reused.

The so-called "Royal Senior Military Academy", as bluffing as its name sounds, is actually how shabby it is.

Before this gang of polished commanders came in, this military academy was dedicated to sending senior officers to the Royal Forest Army.

Imperial Army, glorious Imperial Army, invincible Imperial Army, what a glorious and awe-inspiring name in the past!

When Black Star Great Emperor Wu Yingqi founded the empire, he once awarded the title of "Royal Forest Army" to the five fleets under his command with the most dazzling record and the strongest strength. Combat strength, equipment, treatment, and future are all first-class, and they are the direct descendants of His Majesty the Emperor!

The good times didn't last long. With the decline of imperial power in the last five hundred years of the empire and the rise of the four major families, how could the four powerful ministers watch His Majesty the Emperor possess even a powerful Imperial Forest Army, and naturally use various means to contain, corrupt and use it.

In addition, the royal family themselves are not up to date. After thousands of years of sitting on the ground and erosion and softening, the ancestors have not learned the habit of fighting and intrigue. Eat, drink, prostitute, gamble, drink, and get rich without a teacher.

Thousands of years after the fall of the Black Star Great, the so-called "Royal Forest Army" has become a complete joke. Not to mention competing with the direct descendants of the four major elector families, even the miscellaneous troops on the periphery of the empire are not as good as the miscellaneous troops. Star robbers, privateering fleets, etc., have to fight with old enemies in the neighboring world, and even go to the front line to fight in the Shura battlefield. They have a little fighting power. The Royal Forest Army is a bunch of the most useless waste. The emperor's family used it to raise the royal family and clan in captivity, and raised all those named Wuying into a pig farm for pigs.

What good will happen if the bare commanders are kicked into such a pig farm?

Regardless of the future, the most important thing is that this "Royal Senior Military Academy" has no money or resources.

Since it bears the name of "Royal", this military academy has nothing to do with the four major elector families in theory. Their salaries and allowances are all the responsibility of the royal family.

Eight hundred years ago, everyone knew that the dogs raised by the emperor had better food than the local immortal cultivators. Anyone with the word "Royal" on their heads would be automatically upgraded to a level when encountering an enemy!

But today is different from the past, everyone now knows that the emperor's family has no overnight food, it is really poor, and it all depends on the intermittent support from the four major elector families.

Since it is a relief, the quantity will naturally not be too much, and the quality will naturally not be too good. Usually, it is barely enough for those royal families and clans to eat and clothe themselves. The old master starship goes out to practice, and there is absolutely no extra resources and fuel.

But at least one of the royal family and the clan did not go out to fight, and spent the whole day pampering birds and listening to music and fighting crickets in the imperial capital, and all of them were fat and fat.

Miscellaneous generals and polished commanders are not enough.

The swords and secret treasures of the Holy League are not a joke, they are all things left by the Pangu clan on the prehistoric battlefield, as vicious as vicious, as ruthless as ruthless, stained with a little bit of oily skin, even if you don't die seriously injured.

After more than ten years of bloody battles, which miscellaneous general is not scarred, seriously ill, missing arms and legs, and his dantian is split into eight petals? Not to mention maintaining the original state, even the medical expenses are astronomical!

The royal family certainly did not have this money.

The ball was kicked from the royal family to the Ministry of National Defense, from the Ministry of National Defense to the Ministry of Finance, from the Ministry of Finance to the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and from the Ministry of Civil Affairs back to the royal family. After kicking it in a big circle, there were still two big characters painted with silver hooks. money!

Poor and rich in martial arts, without money, can't even develop muscles, what kind of immortals are you still cultivating!

Naturally, these miscellaneous generals all have their hometowns, and their hometowns are often in the outer world of the empire. It stands to reason that the royal family can't control them, and their hometowns should control them.

But having said that, in order to fight this empire's counterattack, the outer world of the empire has squeezed out the last drop of blood and sweat. One by one, the other is poor, and the economy is all on the verge of collapse or is in the process of collapse. How can there be money for these wastes to cultivate carefully?

Another one, more than ten years ago, they brought countless sons out with great fanfare, vowing to fight for a monstrous wealth. Now that the riches and honors have not been seen, the sons will be wiped out first, and they will drag their broken bodies and go back in disgrace. , How can I see the elders in my hometown with face?

To put it more practically, when everyone came out to practice immortality, they all got into the formation of alchemy and even the Nascent Soul level. Who would not have a few immortal enemies in their hometown?

The enemies are all sharpening their knives and eagerly waiting for them to go back. How dare these lonely and poor commanders go back to their hometowns and throw themselves into the trap?

I can't go back to my hometown, and it's meaningless to go back. The "general school study class" is a bottomless pit. I deal with it every day with three melons, two dates, clear soup and little water. I barely hang their lives and lead an inhuman life. The life of non-ghosts is really unreasonable, and the earth is not working. The so-called killing donkeys, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges is nothing more than this!

Zhao Zhenwu is the most typical "polished commander, miscellaneous general".

He was born in a poor country on the outskirts of the first quadrant of the empire. Several generations of his ancestors worked desperately and viciously. First, he created a fairly powerful sect, and then turned the sect into dozens of armed transport ships. He is usually law-abiding and honest. Smuggle in the field, and do a few murders and rob goods if you have the opportunity.

In his father's generation, the business got bigger and bigger, and he gradually looked down on small-scale smuggling, but it was officially upgraded to a privateer fleet, that is, a licensed star thief.

When his father was killed in a business deal and he didn't know he was killed by his subordinates, he came out of the blue again, annihilated the other leaders, and became the commander of the privateer fleet, but his heart was bigger than his father's. What do you mean, you are a country bumpkin until you die, a good man was born in the sea of ​​stars, he should make great achievements, honor his ancestors, go all out and fight!

Just at this time, the Empire Strikes Back was slowly kicking off. Zhao Zhenwu's brain became hot, he pulled up his team, sacrificed his family fortune for several generations, and recruited a group of desperadoes. , devoted himself vigorously to the "great and sacred" war.

As a result, more than ten years of bloody battles are like ten years of muddled dreams. There are more and more medals, titles and awards, but the troops are fighting less and less. In the end, even my left eye and left hand were knocked out. Even the most important dantian was half blown away, the spirit root was like the words of a bad old man, it was too soft to have a ball, and when I looked back, there was no half of the old brother behind me!

The dream of cultivator Zhao Zhenwu woke up.

But before he could figure out what was going on, he was politely invited out of the senior ward of the Veterans General Hospital, politely awarded him new medals and honors, and politely thanked him on behalf of the empire. He made a great contribution, and finally kicked him politely into the Royal Higher Military Academy, a general school study class.

At this moment, in the underground of the thirty-sixth district, Zhao Zhenwu was wearing a general school's woolen uniform that had been washed until it turned white. He folded and folded a crumpled military cap, and began to be dazed again.

This is a new habit he developed in the general school class.

Being dazed is not for the sake of being dazed, the main reason is that you can't stop thinking about what's going on, how can you beat the old foundation step by step?

Anyway, there is nothing else to do in the general school study class except to be dazed. Many miscellaneous generals are thinking about it all day long like him. Even if the clans of the clan fight with each other, no matter how missing arms and legs their cultivation level plummets, it is still easy to beat up a few clans.

However, this is not a good time to be dazed.

Zhao Zhenwu was stunned for a while, then his divergent eyes were fixed again, both palms were sweaty, almost wringing out the water from the military cap, half distressed, half anxiously looking at the "Seven Star Broken Jade Knife".

At this moment, the Seven Star Broken Jade Knife, which has not been separated from the bloody battle for more than ten years, is held in another person's hand, like a salted fish.

That's the appraiser of the pawnshop, according to the old saying, court worship.

Seeing that this treasure appraiser has no hair on his mouth and less than four ounces of bones, he doesn't look like an experienced big cabinet. Maybe he is a novice who has just entered the industry, so he dare not misunderstand his family heirloom knife .

"A miscellaneous war knife made from broken copper and rotten iron. The blade has no edge, is full of rust, and has no talisman array, no chips, and no supernatural powers. The estimated price is... 3,000 crystal coins."

The appraiser looked at the knife and then at him, and after looking at him and then at the knife, he yawned and said listlessly.

Zhao Zhenwu's heart sank. What did he say? Sure enough, he is a novice, so let him see it wrong!

It seems that there has been no fourth update for a few days. I always feel sorry for the old brothers and old readers. Today, I will work hard and dedicate the fourth update to everyone!

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