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228 The Warriors

"Do you know, you haven't been here for the past two days, and the Beiying has been said to be open." Before he could pounce on Zhou Mohuai, Ou Bingyi did not leave, and chattered around Zhou Mohuai, "They all said that you are going to become a general, and it is the supreme glory of the Beiying."

After hearing this, Zhou Mohuai narrowed his eyes. He didn't know what the person who said this was.

Thinking about it better will help to leave a good impression in the hearts of others.

If he loses tomorrow's competition, what kind of rumor will he fall into?

Zhou Mohuai touched his waist and was determined to be unsuccessful.

"Zhou Mohuai, tell me if it's fun to stay in the general's mansion these two days. I heard that the priest looks like a fairy, is it true?" Zhou Mohuai walked into the barracks, and several other people gathered around and asked in a whisper. His curiosity was almost flying into the sky.

Zhou Mohuai was also quite a good temper. He thought for a while, "I talked to General Wen a few times, not to go play, and I should not talk to Your Majesty."

Zhou Mohuai answered in a proper manner. He almost answered Wen Wenlan's questions very vaguely, and even skipped them.

He didn't want these Mao boys to comment on his Majesty randomly.

When it was quiet at night, before bedtime, Zhou Mohuai sat upright at the table reading military books, and the notes he had taken before, which Wen Wenlan asked him to bring out.

Tomorrow's showdown with the top martial arts champion is not only a competition in force, but also a game of strategy. From horsepower to placing troops and formations, he cannot relax with his talent.

Losing will not only have a bad impact on oneself, but will also dislike Wen Wenlan's face.

"Zhou Mohuai, it's getting late, so let's go to bed early." Ou Bingyi came up and looked next to Zhou Mohuai for a long time but couldn't understand it. "Why are you still reading a book?"

Ou Bingyi scratched his head, but he didn't understand very much.

"Tomorrow, we will not only compete with the top martial arts scholars, but also with strategy. I will read the military books now, review the old and learn the new, and avoid being unfamiliar."

"Then you have the chance in the future, teach me." Ou Bingyi grabbed his head again, looking at the military books in Zhou Mohuai's hand, and was a little envious.

"Yes." Zhou Mohuai closed the book in his hand and handed it to Ou Bingyi, "You can take this to read first. It's getting late, go to bed earlier."

The reason why I dared to give that booklet to Ou Bingyi is because it was just some of his notes and his own insights, which benefited many of the beginners, but it did not involve core content, and it was not harmful.

Late at night, the nerd in the barracks fell asleep. The people from the Water Department sneaked in to change the medicine for Zhou Mohuai. Because tomorrow's competition, Lin Qingcheng adjusted the dosage to the maximum, and the effect was the best.

On a chilly spring night, thick medicine was applied to the wound, bringing a lot of coldness. Zhou Mohuai gritted his teeth and frowned and pulled the bedding tightly, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the early morning of the next day, after gathering for breakfast, after eating and drinking, Zhou Mohuai and several generals went to the schoolyard together, waiting for the wonderful competition with the martial arts champion.

Every year's competition was the highlight of the Southern Dynasties, and the point of worshipping martial arts and respecting literature never changed in the Southern Dynasties.

This year's martial arts top scholar is a child from the Gyeonggi area. Although I have never heard of this person before, the competitions during the martial arts are really exciting.

"Mo Huai, don't be nervous when you come on stage later. It doesn't matter if your strategy loses. He is only the top martial arts champion and will only serve in the Ministry of War in the future." Before taking the stage, Zhang Xiao patted Zhou Mo Huai on the shoulder, looking relaxed and despised the top martial arts champion.
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