On the school grounds of the General Department of National Defense, a group of five rows and five columns of soldiers were standing under the sun, as motionless as statues.

They have been standing here since dawn, maintaining this meticulous appearance.

But they are not just wooden figures who have been doing this for a few hours. On the contrary, their attention is highly concentrated, and the muscles on their bodies are taking turns to relax and tighten in the invisible armor, keeping active at all times.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air, and a golden light rushed towards the soldiers in the second and third rows at lightning speed. The soldier stepped back and drew out the sword from his left waist with his right hand, "Cang!"

A sound blocked the golden light.

Almost at the same time, the four soldiers standing in front of him, behind him, on the left and right drew their swords in unison, and came down from all directions with their swords, tightly surrounding the uninvited guest who broke into the battle formation.

The dust slowly fell, and they saw that the person held under the swords of five soldiers was Li Zai.

A clone of Li Zai that shines with green-gold light.

The clones slowly turned into golden spots and disappeared. The five soldiers stood up straight, returned their swords to their sheaths, and stood back to their seats.

I have done this kind of training no less than eighty times this morning.

More than twenty days have passed since mornings like this.

In the stands beside the school field, Li Zai was lying on a Taishi chair with his feet in the middle of the railing. He pushed up the front legs of the chair playfully, and only relied on his back legs to swing back and forth to support him.

own weight.

The clone's light spot on the school field went from bottom to top, as if blowing back to Li Zai's position along with a wisp of unfeelable breeze.

He really didn't want to do this job of training personal guards.

But after all, he is a lieutenant of the Xiu Department, and these guards will be assigned the most important task after all - to protect the emperor who is unwilling to die in a hostile neighboring country.

So Li Zai wanted to scold his mother.

It doesn't matter whether you scold the emperor's mother or the Tantai family's mother.

But I can't scold you today.

He lowered his legs from the railing, straightened his chair, stood up in the stands, stretched his arms, and yawned for a long time.

"Master Tantai, the training went well. We are going to give them lunch later."

Li Zai looked at the soldiers in the school field and said confusedly.

"Li Buwei didn't try his best to train his subordinates. This is true. He should read a book."

A voice came from the stairs behind the stands, and along with the sound of footsteps, Tan Taiming, dressed in a black short robe, walked up to the stands with a smile.

What was a little incompatible with his elegant attire was that he was carrying a big bow on his back - a very large and heavy bow, which made people feel that this bow was not hunting ordinary prey.

Li Zai smiled bitterly and turned around: "Master, don't make fun of me."

Tantai Ming still had a smile as bright as spring breeze and rain, showing a row of white teeth: "Call me Buwei, you and I are of the same rank."

This is indeed true. Li Zai was appointed as a lieutenant in the Xiu Department, and Tantai Ming was also a lieutenant in the Wound Department in name. They were indeed at the same level - except that Li Zai's father was not the director-general of the National Army.

"What a peer. Would you like to come and train me and test Li's achievements?"

Li Zai watched Tantai Ming take off the heavy bow and put it aside gently before he asked.

Tantai Ming did not refuse. He stood in the stands and looked at the soldiers standing in the school field. He said to Li Zai quite casually: "Li Buwei, why don't you give these people to me? The wounded department has recently

Too much damage.”

"The injured part is broken?"

Li Zai frowned: "Where was it broken?"

The loss of soldiers in the Wound Department is not an ordinary thing. This is the branch under Tantai Ming that is responsible for the intelligence network of other countries. If Han Dongwen were to explain it, he would say it was the Simeng CIA.

The Simeng cia is damaged, which means there is a possibility of exposure.

Tantai Ming sighed softly: "It's right here."

His eyes were looking at the school grounds below.

Here?

Li Zai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Xia Xia..."

The soldiers currently being trained are going to escort Han Dongwen to West Asia, so this school naturally represents the Principality of West Asia.

"Why?" Li Zai asked.

Tantai Ming shook his head: "I don't know, the conflict between the Catholic Church and the Grand Duke is getting more and more intensified, and internal purges among officials are also very frequent. Many people from the injured department were eliminated during the purges."

"That is not bad."

Li Zai nodded - of course it is not good to lose manpower, but if you are eliminated in an internal struggle, it is not necessarily because of exposure. Maybe in the eyes of others, you are simply on the wrong team.

"Does Mr. Souji know?"

Tantai Ming didn't say anything, and Li Zai understood - Tantai Fu naturally didn't know the news yet.

He looked around and spotted the big bow: "Is this prepared for Mr. Souji?"

"Ah, yes."

Tantai Ming came back from his thoughts and nodded gently: "I hope he will be satisfied this time."

The two were silent for a while, and just as Li Zai was about to say something more, Tantai Ming stepped forward and patted his palms gently.

"Pah, pah, pah."

The sound of clapping was not loud, but the atmosphere in the school grounds was already so tense and solemn. When this sound suddenly appeared, almost every soldier's ear muscles trembled. Although they still stared intently, they all turned to Tantai Ming.

I paid attention to the direction.

"Third row, fourth column from west."

Tantai Ming spoke in a low voice.

The soldier he pointed at frowned, and the hand holding the sword hilt quietly tightened.

Sensing the soldier's reaction, Tantai Ming's mouth showed a slight smile. He stretched out his right hand, made a two-finger sword gesture with his palm, and pointed at the soldier who had just been named.

"You keep one hand."

Li Zai spoke up.

Tantai Ming smiled and nodded, pointing his arm straight at the soldier. Suddenly a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pointed toward the ground:

"fall!"

Almost at the same time, a heavy low cry came from the top of the soldier's head. Before he could realize what was happening, he suddenly staggered and fell to the ground unsteadily.

His body seemed to have been hit from top to bottom by an invisible giant hammer. A muffled sound was heard, and several cracks opened in the green bricks on the ground.

Li Zai sighed.

Tantai Ming's expression did not change. He just slowly pointed his finger at the next soldier and said:

"Fifth row, first column."

He paused for a moment and muttered the same sentence:

"fall!"

Exactly the same, and confusingly, the soldier who was hit was knocked to the ground by an invisible sledgehammer. Although this time the soldier drew his sword, he had no idea where to stab it.

"You're not right."

Li Zai coughed: "This level of assassination is probably the official action of the Principality of West Asia. They..."

As he spoke, he looked back at the soldiers on the school field: "What they have to deal with is just the fanatics of the Catholic Church, making sure that no such fanatics endanger His Highness's safety."

Tantai Ming nodded slightly and suddenly said: "What if the official of the West Asia Principality wants to touch His Highness?"

Li Zai sighed: "Then it's time for you and me to make a move."

"I?"

Tantai Ming was a little surprised.

"You said it yourself, you are at the same level as me." Li Zai showed a smile.
Chapter completed!