Chapter 157 I'm Just Here for the Soy Sauce

  The general unexpectedly stared at Qian Jin, even war horses would foam at the mouth and collapse to the ground. Even if he had just regained some strength, he shouldn't be expressionless! Does this kid not have any pain nerves?

  The powerful defensive power of Feng Yun Jin Shen made Qian Jin feel no pain, he calmly looked at the Copper Armor General and said faintly: "My companion, that is my comrade-in-arms was beaten, my teacher, that is my superior was insulted. If it were you, what would you do?"

  The general slightly stunned, stroking the big beard on his chin nodded gently: "I am you, I will do what you have done, even if it violates military discipline, I will appear too! First beat him to death and then talk!"

  The general smiled and pointed to the emblem on his armor: "But I'm not you, I'm the general in charge of the i- Fortress battlefield! If you were me, what would you do when faced with this situation?" Qian Jin smiled: "Military law is clear." The stance of both sides is a problem, no one is right or wrong! "Very good!" The general's throat let out a rough and heroic voice: "Then, now you've violated our military rules, I'll punish you! Lock you up for ten days!"

  Ten days? Ah Liu's arm trembled as he supported himself on the ground, staring blankly at the general's punishment. Causing such a commotion and it's only ten days of confinement? This is too light! He should be flogged and then assigned to the dare-to-die corps! And yet, he's only given ten days of confinement? "Alright." Qian Jin nodded, having expected this outcome before acting, but not thinking the punishment would be so light.

  The general looked at the old soldier again, pointing to other students of Oakland Academy: "Did they participate in the fight?" "No!" The old soldiers shouted loudly together. Everyone was pleased with Gan Jing's move just now, and naturally stood on his side. "We are all..."

  Qian Jin waved his hand at the Oakland student who was about to speak: "Alright, we're here to experience the battlefield, not to compete in a closed game. Take care of Dak and take care of yourself. I'll rest for ten days." "Duan Feng Er Yi!" The general took two steps forward and grabbed Duan Feng Er Yi's collar, asking: "Where do you want to go?"

  "Me?" Duan Feng Er blinked his bright eyes, looking puzzled: "General, I was just passing by. My teacher asked me to see if there's any soy sauce for sale outside, I'm just here for the soy sauce." "Is that so?" The general didn't look at Duan Feng Er again, instead turning to the old soldiers: "Did he join in on the commotion earlier?" "He did! He did!" "About 30% of the people here were hit by him." "No way! I think it's more like 40%!"

  The old soldiers were arguing fiercely, one word at a time, and the onlookers were amazed. Most of their words contained a loving tone that was hard to come by, so why were they pushing him into solitary confinement?

  "I'm telling you, gentlemen..." Duan Feng's face turned gloomy: "Do we have a grudge? Don't frame people like this. I only hit two of them at most. This guy is too good at snatching, and as a guest, I don't want to compete with him."

  "Of course we have a grudge now, you little brat cheated me out of this month's military pay yesterday!"

  "Mine too!"

  "Mine! Mine! And mine too!"

  In the midst of the shouting, General Duan Feng gave the same ten-day confinement to Wu Xie. Under the leadership of the soldiers, the two quickly arrived in front of a stone room that was fairly spacious but almost devoid of sunlight.

  "Alright, you can go in and stay for ten days." The soldier opened the door and walked in without saying a word.

  "Uncle, how could you secretly put me in here? It's so boring inside for ten days. Not good!" — "Get in, will you!" "Ouch! You kicked my butt again."

  Qian Jin sat in the isolation room and only then discovered that it was actually two rooms, with a row of iron bars separating them, effectively locking the two people apart.

  "General Feng..." Ah Liu's head was wrapped in a bandage, his body weakly leaning against the entrance of the general's large tent: "Today's punishment is also too excessive, right? Look at my students, and me..."

  Behind the low table sat General Feng, who was reading a book. He had already taken off his helmet, revealing a messy red hair, paired with a thick winter beard on his chin, giving people a rough impression.

  "Partiality?" General Feng put down his hands, walked up to A Liu's face, and said in a low voice, "I am partial, do you want to know why? Because, a long, long time ago, I also graduated from a very poor military academy. I watched my teacher being disciplined by others, but I didn't have the ability or courage to stand up for him. This incident has lingered in my mind until today, and every time I close my eyes to sleep, it still appears before my eyes."

  A cold current suddenly invaded his hands and feet, and he stood still like a wooden stake, staring blankly at General Feng.

  It's not uncommon for superior academies to mock inferior ones, whether it was in the True Strategist Dynasty or among the demon or barbarian tribes. Although not all superior academies would do so, there would always be one or two that would engage in such behavior every year during the entrance exams. "Alright, you can leave now." General Feng's war robe fluttered as he turned to walk away, his head held high, and said coldly, "I still have military duties to attend to, so go ahead with your business."

  A Lü Ke closed his eyes in despair, turned and left the general's tent. A hint of hatred appeared on his face: "This matter won't end like this! You don't care? Fine, I'll go find Feng Tu Kuang Ge! As long as I stir things up a bit..." The sealed room was always dark and damp, quiet to the point of being almost lifeless.

  The closed winter of the earth castle is also not innovative in this regard, and it is still a dark, humid, and quiet environment that is as silent as death.

  Qian Jin leaned against the wall, wanting to savor this moment of tranquility. Unfortunately, Duan Feng Er, who lived across from him, didn't like this dull atmosphere. "I'm telling you, I'm from Oakland," said Duan Feng Er, sitting in front of the iron gate and looking at Qian Jin with weak sunlight. "Thanks." Thanks? Qian Jin was taken aback, this thank you seemed strange, as if he hadn't helped him with anything before.

  "Actually, I wanted to take action when I saw them yesterday." Duan Feng Er sighed and shook his head: "The Odege Magic and Warrior Academy always causes trouble every year during the exams. Many academies have suffered at their hands. Unfortunately, I never had an excuse to take action, but today I have to thank you for creating the opportunity for me to do so."

  He was shocked and amazed, originally wondering why this person had joined the war group. It turned out that he had been harboring a desire to find someone to trouble and fight with all along. "What a pity~" Duan Feng Er let out another long sigh: "It's not enough, it's really not enough! Most of the people have already been beaten by you."

  Qianjin adjusted his sitting posture and thought to himself that the one who had been beaten would not be able to bear it, but what kind of reaction would those students from Odege Academy have when they heard this?

  "I'm telling you, buddy," Duan Feng shifted his butt again, trying to get closer to Gan Jing, fully exerting his almost shameless spirit. His right index and middle fingers wiggled back and forth: "Got any cigarettes? I see your clothes look pretty good, got any?"

  Gazing at Duan Feng in surprise, he subconsciously touched the clothes on his body. These were the clothes that Luo Qingqing had asked someone to help her make. It seemed that his eyesight was still quite good.

  He slightly thought, and stretched his hand into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. This time in the fight, this guy could be considered as having helped...

  Tore open a pack of cigarettes, pulled out one and tossed it over the iron railing.

  He raised his wrist with a swift motion, pinched the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, brought it to his nose and took a deep drag. He savored the smell carefully, his face filled with an expression of utmost enjoyment. His starry eyes even sparkled with delight: "Good smoke! This is really good stuff! I didn't expect, I didn't expect you had such great goods."

  Cigarette from index finger and middle finger, moved to the ear of Duan Feng Er Ji. The empty fingers waved back and forth at Gan Jing: "Buddy, one more, one more."

  Duan Jin swiftly pulled out two cigarettes and tossed them over, Duan Feng easily caught the fragrant smoke, then separately placed them at his nose and lips to take a strong sniff. The two cigarettes were again tucked behind his ears, his eyes gleaming like black gemstones in the darkness as he stared at Duan Jin. His slightly thin lips curled into a beautiful smile: "I say, looking at how you took the cigarette just now, it seems like you don't smoke? Then holding onto it doesn't serve any purpose! How about...

  Feng's hands moved back and forth in a rubbing motion, his eyes shining brighter than the stars as he blinked repeatedly: "A few more?"

  Want two more? Gan Jing finally focused his attention on Duan Feng Er Yi, and in the darkness, that smiling face seemed to have a three-point familiarity. This thick-skinned smile was very similar to someone's, extremely similar!

  "Chubby..." Qian Jin unconsciously blurted out, but the person in front of him was far more handsome than Luo Chubby, with a tall and straight figure. It could be said that his appearance was completely different from Luo Lin's, except for that thick-skinned aura, which was exactly the same as Luo Lin's. "Huanzi?"

  "Alright!" Tan Feng Er raised his head and looked at Qian Jin very seriously: "Am I a big fatso now? You'll give me the cigarette if that's the case... Alright! I'm a fatso now..."

  It's so alike! With a strong effort, Gan Jing blinked his eyes, and the handsome and refreshing warrior in front of him looked exactly like Luo Banzhang's thick skin and the root pole that could climb up smoothly.

  Looking at the familiar eyes, Gan Jing sighed and flicked the pack of cigarettes in his hand with his fingertips, flying over the iron fence into Duan Feng's hands.

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