Burying the Great Qing Official Scroll Volume Four Hundred and Eighty-Five Building Imperial Spectacles to Deter the Disloyal! The battlefield is never a good place; it allows no soft-heartedness, no kindness, and certainly no cowardice.
Death and blood are the eternal, unchanging themes of the battlefield.
Fortunately, student Zhu Jianying has begun to slowly adapt to the battlefield environment.
Although he still couldn't eat candy with a steady expression like the squad leader beside him, student Zhu Jianying was gradually getting used to the air filled with the smell of blood.
Especially the squad leader next to him, who kept talking to Zhu Jianying, trying to distract him: "I say, Mr. Scholar, you graduated from a military academy, you've studied a lot, why don't you tell us why those barbarians can't just behave themselves obediently?"
However, Zhu Jianying didn't know how to answer the squad leader's question.
Should he tell the squad leader directly that it wasn't that the barbarians were disobedient, but that Great Ming was being too overbearing?
Don't be foolish. Such nonsense was best kept to oneself. To actually say it would be a grave crime of shaking military morale. Even if his imperial father didn't hold him accountable, the squad leader beside him would never let him off easily.
Did he really think that an old squad leader who had served for God-knows-how-many years didn't understand this principle?
Zhu Jianying decided to explain the matter to the squad leader from a different angle: "When I was studying at the military academy, I once heard the instructors say that the lands of Ou Luopa, as well as Tianzhu and Osman, have had their rites and music corrupted since ancient times. Although their kings bore the name of protecting the borders and pacifying the people, they never actually did so."
"On the contrary, the rulers of these barbarian countries colluded with nobles and ministers, finding ways to oppress the common people. The people didn't pay much heed to the kings or the like—or rather, they didn't care who the king was; it was all the same to them."
The battlefield is never a good place; it allows no soft-heartedness, no kindness, and certainly no cowardice.
Death and blood are the eternal, unchanging themes of the battlefield.
Fortunately, student Zhu Jianying has begun to slowly adapt to the battlefield environment.
Although he still couldn't eat candy with a steady expression like the squad leader beside him, student Zhu Jianying was gradually getting used to the air filled with the smell of blood.
Especially the squad leader next to him, who kept talking to Zhu Jianying, trying to distract him: "I say, Mr. Scholar, you graduated from a military academy, you've studied a lot, why don't you tell us why those barbarians can't just behave themselves obediently?"
However, Zhu Jianying didn't know how to answer the squad leader's question.
Should he tell the squad leader directly that it wasn't that the barbarians were disobedient, but that Great Ming was being too overbearing?
Don't be foolish. Such nonsense was best kept to oneself. To actually say it would be a grave crime of shaking military morale. Even if his imperial father didn't hold him accountable, the squad leader beside him would never let him off easily.
Did he really think that an old squad leader who had served for God-knows-how-many years didn't understand this principle?
Zhu Jianying decided to explain the matter to the squad leader from a different angle: "When I was studying at the military academy, I once heard the instructors say that the lands of Ou Luopa, as well as Tianzhu and Osman, have had their rites and music corrupted since ancient times. Although their kings bore the name of protecting the borders and pacifying the people, they never actually did so."
"On the contrary, the rulers of these barbarian countries colluded with nobles and ministers, finding ways to oppress the common people. The people didn't pay much heed to the kings or the like—or rather, they didn't care who the king was; it was all the same to them."
The battlefield is never a good place; it allows no soft-heartedness, no kindness, and certainly no cowardice.
Death and blood are the eternal, unchanging themes of the battlefield.
Fortunately, student Zhu Jianying has begun to slowly adapt to the battlefield environment.
Although he still couldn't eat candy with a steady expression like the squad leader beside him, student Zhu Jianying was gradually getting used to the air filled with the smell of blood.
Especially the squad leader next to him, who kept talking to Zhu Jianying, trying to distract him: "I say, Mr. Scholar, you graduated from a military academy, you've studied a lot, why don't you tell us why those barbarians can't just behave themselves obediently?"
However, Zhu Jianying didn't know how to answer the squad leader's question.
Should he tell the squad leader directly that it wasn't that the barbarians were disobedient, but that Great Ming was being too overbearing?
Don't be foolish. Such nonsense was best kept to oneself. To actually say it would be a grave crime of shaking military morale. Even if his imperial father didn't hold him accountable, the squad leader beside him would never let him off easily.
Did he really think that an old squad leader who had served for God-knows-how-many years didn't understand this principle?
Zhu Jianying decided to explain the matter to the squad leader from a different angle: "When I was studying at the military academy, I once heard the instructors say that the lands of Ou Luopa, as well as Tianzhu and Osman, have had their rites and music corrupted since ancient times. Although their kings bore the name of protecting the borders and pacifying the people, they never actually did so."
"On the contrary, the rulers of these barbarian countries colluded with nobles and ministers, finding ways to oppress the common people. The people didn't pay much heed to the kings or the like—or rather, they didn't care who the king was; it was all the same to them."
The battlefield is never a good place; it allows no soft-heartedness, no kindness, and certainly no cowardice.
Death and blood are the eternal, unchanging themes of the battlefield.
Fortunately, student Zhu Jianying has begun to slowly adapt to the battlefield environment.
Although he still couldn't eat candy with a steady expression like the squad leader beside him, student Zhu Jianying was gradually getting used to the air filled with the smell of blood.
Especially the squad leader next to him, who kept talking to Zhu Jianying, trying to distract him: "I say, Mr. Scholar, you graduated from a military academy, you've studied a lot, why don't you tell us why those barbarians can't just behave themselves obediently?"
However, Zhu Jianying didn't know how to answer the squad leader's question.
Should he tell the squad leader directly that it wasn't that the barbarians were disobedient, but that Great Ming was being too overbearing?
Don't be foolish. Such nonsense was best kept to oneself. To actually say it would be a grave crime of shaking military morale. Even if his imperial father didn't hold him accountable, the squad leader beside him would never let him off easily.
Did he really think that an old squad leader who had served for God-knows-how-many years didn't understand this principle?
Zhu Jianying decided to explain the matter to the squad leader from a different angle: "When I was studying at the military academy, I once heard the instructors say that the lands of Ou Luopa, as well as Tianzhu and Osman, have had their rites and music corrupted since ancient times. Although their kings bore the name of protecting the borders and pacifying the people, they never actually did so."
"On the contrary, the rulers of these barbarian countries colluded with nobles and ministers, finding ways to oppress the common people. The people didn't pay much heed to the kings or the like—or rather, they didn't care who the king was; it was all the same to them."
The battlefield is never a good place; it allows no soft-heartedness, no kindness, and certainly no cowardice.
Death and blood are the eternal, unchanging themes of the battlefield.
Fortunately, student Zhu Jianying has begun to slowly adapt to the battlefield environment.
Although he still couldn't eat candy with a steady expression like the squad leader beside him, student Zhu Jianying was gradually getting used to the air filled with the smell of blood.
Especially the squad leader next to him, who kept talking to Zhu Jianying, trying to distract him: "I say, Mr. Scholar, you graduated from a military academy, you've studied a lot, why don't you tell us why those barbarians can't just behave themselves obediently?"
However, Zhu Jianying didn't know how to answer the squad leader's question.
Should he tell the squad leader directly that it wasn't that the barbarians were disobedient, but that Great Ming was being too overbearing?
Don't be foolish. Such nonsense was best kept to oneself. To actually say it would be a grave crime of shaking military morale. Even if his imperial father didn't hold him accountable, the squad leader beside him would never let him off easily.
Did he really think that an old squad leader who had served for God-knows-how-many years didn't understand this principle?
Zhu Jianying decided to explain the matter to the squad leader from a different angle: "When I was studying at the military academy, I once heard the instructors say that the lands of Ou Luopa, as well as Tianzhu and Osman, have had their rites and music corrupted since ancient times. Although their kings bore the name of protecting the borders and pacifying the people, they never actually did so."
"On the contrary, the rulers of these barbarian countries colluded with nobles and ministers, finding ways to oppress the common people. The people didn't pay much heed to the kings or the like—or rather, they didn't care who the king was; it was all the same to them."
The battlefield is never a good place; it allows no soft-heartedness, no kindness, and certainly no cowardice.
Death and blood are the eternal, unchanging themes of the battlefield.
Fortunately, student Zhu Jianying has begun to slowly adapt to the battlefield environment.
Although he still couldn't eat candy with a steady expression like the squad leader beside him, student Zhu Jianying was gradually getting used to the air filled with the smell of blood.
Especially the squad leader next to him, who kept talking to Zhu Jianying, trying to distract him: "I say, Mr. Scholar, you graduated from a military academy, you've studied a lot, why don't you tell us why those barbarians can't just behave themselves obediently?"
However, Zhu Jianying didn't know how to answer the squad leader's question.
Should he tell the squad leader directly that it wasn't that the barbarians were disobedient, but that Great Ming was being too overbearing?
Don't be foolish. Such nonsense was best kept to oneself. To actually say it would be a grave crime of shaking military morale. Even if his imperial father didn't hold him accountable, the squad leader beside him would never let him off easily.
Did he really think that an old squad leader who had served for God-knows-how-many years didn't understand this principle?
Zhu Jianying decided to explain the matter to the squad leader from a different angle: "When I was studying at the military academy, I once heard the instructors say that the lands of Ou Luopa, as well as Tianzhu and Osman, have had their rites and music corrupted since ancient times. Although their kings bore the name of protecting the borders and pacifying the people, they never actually did so."
"On the contrary, the rulers of these barbarian countries colluded with nobles and ministers, finding ways to oppress the common people. The people didn't pay much heed to the kings or the like—or rather, they didn't care who the king was; it was all the same to them."
The battlefield is never a good place; it allows no soft-heartedness, no kindness, and certainly no cowardice.
Death and blood are the eternal, unchanging themes of the battlefield.
Fortunately, student Zhu Jianying has begun to slowly adapt to the battlefield environment.
Although he still couldn't eat candy with a steady expression like the squad leader beside him, student Zhu Jianying was gradually getting used to the air filled with the smell of blood.
Especially the squad leader next to him, who kept talking to Zhu Jianying, trying to distract him: "I say, Mr. Scholar, you graduated from a military academy, you've studied a lot, why don't you tell us why those barbarians can't just behave themselves obediently?"
However, Zhu Jianying didn't know how to answer the squad leader's question.
Should he tell the squad leader directly that it wasn't that the barbarians were disobedient, but that Great Ming was being too overbearing?
Don't be foolish. Such nonsense was best kept to oneself. To actually say it would be a grave crime of shaking military morale. Even if his imperial father didn't hold him accountable, the squad leader beside him would never let him off easily.
Did he really think that an old squad leader who had served for God-knows-how-many years didn't understand this principle?
Zhu Jianying decided to explain the matter to the squad leader from a different angle: "When I was studying at the military academy, I once heard the instructors say that the lands of Ou Luopa, as well as Tianzhu and Osman, have had their rites and music corrupted since ancient times. Although their kings bore the name of protecting the borders and pacifying the people, they never actually did so."
"On the contrary, the rulers of these barbarian countries colluded with nobles and ministers, finding ways to oppress the common people. The people didn't pay much heed to the kings or the like—or rather, they didn't care who the king was; it was all the same to them."
Chapter 485 Building Imperial Spectacles to Deter the Disloyal! The battlefield is never a good place; it allows no soft-heartedness, no kindness, and certainly no cowardice.
Death and blood are the eternal, unchanging themes of the battlefield.
Fortunately, student Zhu Jianying has begun to slowly adapt to the battlefield environment.
Although he still couldn't eat candy with a steady expression like the squad leader beside him, student Zhu Jianying was gradually getting used to the air filled with the smell of blood.
Especially the squad leader next to him, who kept talking to Zhu Jianying, trying to distract him: "I say, Mr. Scholar, you graduated from a military academy, you've studied a lot, why don't you tell us why those barbarians can't just behave themselves obediently?"
However, Zhu Jianying didn't know how to answer the squad leader's question.
Should he tell the squad leader directly that it wasn't that the barbarians were disobedient, but that Great Ming was being too overbearing?
Don't be foolish. Such nonsense was best kept to oneself. To actually say it would be a grave crime of shaking military morale. Even if his imperial father didn't hold him accountable, the squad leader beside him would never let him off easily.
Did he really think that an old squad leader who had served for God-knows-how-many years didn't understand this principle?
Zhu Jianying decided to explain the matter to the squad leader from a different angle: "When I was studying at the military academy, I once heard the instructors say that the lands of Ou Luopa, as well as Tianzhu and Osman, have had their rites and music corrupted since ancient times. Although their kings bore the name of protecting the borders and pacifying the people, they never actually did so."
"On the contrary, the rulers of these barbarian countries colluded with nobles and ministers, finding ways to oppress the common people. The people didn't pay much heed to the kings or the like—or rather, they didn't care who the king was; it was all the same to them."
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