The two groups of people met, Li Ang nodded towards Quan Jingfeng, and walked through the intersection with his friends.
The border between Jing State and Yu State was blocked by high mountains, and the two countries had a long-standing quarrel.
The Yu people felt that the Jing people were unruly and barbaric and lacked etiquette; the Jing people felt that the Yu people were arrogant, hypocritical, cunning, and dishonest in their faith in Haotian.
What's more, in the past hundred years, Jing State has become more and more close to Taihao Mountain. Whatever Taihao Mountain approves, they absolutely support it, and whatever Taihao Mountain does not approve, they firmly oppose it.
Many people in the Yu State and even in the court believed that Jing State had now completely become a biting dog raised in Taihao Mountain.
Under this kind of public sentiment, students from both sides are naturally not very friendly and harmonious, and only a few of them have personal relationships in private.
"..."
Quan Jingfeng looked at the opponent's back and frowned slightly,
The companions on the side thought that he was still worried about his defeat in the arena, and comforted him in a low voice: "Jingfeng, don't take it to heart, this Li Ang is a genius who can cultivate both talismans and thoughts, which the Yu Kingdom may not be able to produce for decades.
Moreover, the arena, shape, and rules of their academy are different from those of our Jing Kingdom. It is inevitable that they are not accustomed to the local environment."
"Yes, Jingfeng, then Li Ang just took advantage of the limited space in the arena and played a little clever. If we really meet him on the battlefield, it is impossible to give him the opportunity to slowly use the talisman to maneuver around the field."
Quan Jingfeng listened to the comfort from his classmates, shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, I'm not that reluctant to let go.
Don’t forget that I lived on the edge of a barren mountain.
Compared with facing the indescribable monsters in the barren mountains, now I just lost a group arena match, so that’s okay.”
After saying that, he paused involuntarily and frowned slightly.
The prince of Jing Kingdom, who was in the same team, noticed the expression on Quan Jingfeng's face and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did you remember something?"
"No, it's just..."
Quan Jingfeng thought about his words and said hesitantly: "I feel like in the ring just now, Li Ang... lacked a little popularity."
"Popularity?"
"Yeah."
Quan Jingfeng nodded and said: "When a normal person is fighting hard, his blood will rise involuntarily, his breathing will speed up, and his heartbeat will speed up.
Even those warriors who have killed countless enemies on the battlefield and famous generals whose appearance remains unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai will inevitably have fluctuations.
The excitement of killing the enemy, the fear of death, and the innate desire to win and lose.
But Li Ang...he seems to lack the reaction he should have when fighting."
"This..."
All the students in Xijing looked at each other, not knowing how to evaluate.
"Of course it's possible that I'm overthinking,"
Quan Jingfeng shook his head and said, "After all, it is a genius that only emerges from the academy in decades. It is normal to have some peculiarities.
The world is full of wonders. People who are born with the ability to suppress emotions and control them... are not without precedent in history."
It’s impossible that Li Ang’s true identity is actually some kind of demon,
Or maybe he has practiced the secret assassination techniques of evil sects behind the backs of many doctors, right?
Quan Jingfeng laughed at himself at the shocking idea that popped into his mind.
He shook his head and said: "It's getting late, and the Academy Publications Office will close in two quarters of an hour. Let's go there quickly."
"Yeah."
The friends nodded in agreement, and the prince of Jing Kingdom jokingly said: "Are you in a hurry to see the model airplane again? I feel like you are not as diligent as you are when you come to the academy to read the military books and see the model airplane."
Quan Jingfeng smiled and said: "The military books of the world are similar. The sages have already studied the war tactics to a certain extent, including troop formations, food and fodder transportation, camping and intelligence transmission, etc.
No matter how hard people study today, it is difficult to come up with any new tricks.
But airplanes are different. As a new thing, they are bound to change the form of war.
Countries in the world not only train monks, but also spend huge sums of money to maintain huge armies every year. Why?
Because the number of monks is always rare, in addition to using Zhuxiao to intimidate Zhuxiao, a considerable number of troops must be needed to guard the border, capture thieves, suppress banditry, and hunt down evil spirits.
Public security, search, and stability maintenance all require a large number of manpower.
Even if Brother Zhuxiao captures an enemy city, the city must be stationed with its own troops before it can be formally taken over.
The future of airplanes, according to the description in the academy's publications, is to fly from dawn to dusk and travel thousands of miles at a time. It is to transport hundreds or thousands of people at a time, along with weapons and food.
Imagine if our Jing country could have one or several elite armies using aircraft as carriers.
When I hear that there is a rebellion in a border town, I can rush there in one day and assist the monks in suppressing the chaos.
As far as the country is concerned, it can demobilize some government soldiers who are half farmers and half soldiers, recruit soldiers, and let them return to their hometowns to work seriously in farming. This will not only save military expenses and money, but also not reduce the military strength much.
For the common people, they can also be less exploited.
The pros outweigh the cons."
When talking about this, the young general Quan was very happy and said: "We in Jing State have an army to suppress the east and an army to suppress the north. Maybe in the future, there will be an additional air transport army."
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Li Ang, who returned to his home in Jinchengfang, still didn't know that the opponent he met in the arena during the day was thinking about establishing the world's first airborne force.
He finished writing today's medical textbook and sent Qiu Feng away.
I started writing furiously in the study again.
Under the condition that Mo Si cannot be exposed, it still seems a bit reluctant to face an opponent who is two levels higher than him.
Tingyu’s elementary level of Talismanism and Nianxue, the controllable range is not very large.
It’s already so thrilling to pull the guerrilla warriors.
If you really want to face Bian Chenpei, who is only one step away from Xunyun, it will only be more troublesome.
Still need further planning...
He concentrated on writing and drawing on the paper, and soon the paper covered the entire desktop.
Chai Chai walked in quietly and gently placed the tray with hot milk on the edge of the table.
"Huh, thank you."
Li Ang put down his pen, took a sip of milk, and asked casually: "How is Jia Luo?"
"I just went to see it and I've already fallen asleep."
Chai Chai replied.
As the first patient to undergo abdominal surgery, Ashinagaro was still recuperating in Jinchengfang during this period.
However, as a body-refining warrior, her recovery speed is much faster than that of ordinary people, and it is estimated that she will recover from her illness in a short time.
"That's good. You should go to bed early and I'll be right back to write more."
Li Ang suddenly thought of something and paused, "That's right..."
"What's wrong?"
Chai Chai tilted his head and asked.
"Last year, Zhou Guo learned from the Academy's publications that mosquitoes are the cause of malaria, and there are also some mosquito-killing strategies.
But for patients who have already contracted malaria, they can still only use the same old-fashioned treatments. Even wealthy people in the capital are suffering from malaria."
Li Ang said: "So their mission recently approached the imperial court to discuss cooperation matters and wanted to buy some artemisinin back.
The imperial court sent someone to ask me what I thought, and I thought it was feasible.
The preparation of artemisinin is hundreds of times more complex than that of allicin, and it is absolutely impossible to replicate it even if you get a sample.
Also..."
Li Ang hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Let the Zhou court owe a favor, and maybe we can entrust them to help find information about the people who fled the Zhou rebellion ten years ago.
For example, your family."
This chapter has been completed!