40,000 Years of Cultivation

After decades of preparation and more than ten years of **** battles, hundreds of millions of lives have been filled in again and again. After all the troops have been exhausted, they have finally piled up into a glorious victory, and the overall national economy of the real human empire has reached its end and is on the verge of collapse. It’s hard to support the continued existence of an expeditionary force with such a bloated scale and complicated structure.

The Senate is ready to close as soon as they see it, maintain the current front, and "end the war with dignity."

The reduction and reduction of the expeditionary force is imperative.

How to deal with the arrogant soldiers under the command of "God of War" Lei Chenghu is still under discussion.

These polished commanders, who had all lost their laurels and even turned them into trash, and miscellaneous generals with no hair in their hands, were naturally the first targets of the operation.

Of course, these people are nominally generals of the empire, either the commander of the battle group or the chief of staff. At the worst, they still have the title of "squadron commander". They have made great contributions in the counterattack of the empire, and piles of medals are covered. The chest can be worn as a crystal armor, and kicked away directly, it is too unhuman, and it will damage the glorious image of the empire.

The Senate’s method is to recall all the polished commanders who have lighted up the troops back to the imperial capital and incorporate them into the "Royal High Military Academy General Study Class". After further training, they will be reused.

The so-called "Royal High School of Military Officers", how shameful it sounds, is in fact.

Before this group of polished commanders came in, this military academy was specially used to send high-ranking officers to the Imperial Forest Army.

Yulinjun, the glorious Yulinjun, the invincible Yulinjun, what a glorious and awesome name in the past!

When Black Star Great Emperor Wu Yingqi founded the empire, he once awarded the five most dazzling and most powerful fleets with the title of "Yulin Army". At that time, the Yulin Army was really one of the elites in a million, the killer **** for more than a hundred battles, regardless of Combat power, equipment, treatment or future, all are first-class, is the emperor's direct line!

The good times didn't last long. With the decline of imperial power in the five hundred years after the empire and the rise of the four major families, how could the four powerful ministers watch as the emperor possessed even a powerful forest army, and naturally used various means to contain, corrode and utilize them.

Coupled with the imperial family's own inconsistency, after thousands of years of sitting and enjoying its achievements and erosion and softening, the ancestors' habitual warfare and intrigues have not been learned for a while, eating and drinking, prostitution, gambling, and wealth are not a teacher to return to his mother's talent.

Thousands of years after the fall of Emperor Black Star, the so-called "Yu Linjun" has become a complete joke, not to mention competing with the direct lines of the four major electors, even the miscellaneous army outside the empire is not as good as the miscellaneous army in his hometown. A guest star thief, a privateer fleet, etc., and rivals in the neighboring world, and even go to the front line of the Shura battlefield, have a bit of combat effectiveness, the Royal Forest Army is a bunch of the most wasteful and wasteful waste, yes The four major electorate families used to raise the royal family and clan, and raise all the surnamed Wu Ying into pig farms.

The bare commanders are kicked into such a pig farm, what good results will there be?

Regardless of the future, the most important thing is that this "Royal High School of Military Officers" currently has no money or resources.

Since it bears the name of "Royal", this military academy has theoretically nothing to do with the four major electors’ families, and the personnel relations of this group of miscellaneous generals and polished commanders have been transferred to the "general study class." Their salaries and allowances are all the responsibility of the royal family.

Eight hundred years ago, everyone knew that the dogs raised by the emperor were better eaten than the local immortals. If anyone had the word "Royal" on his head, his realm would be automatically upgraded to a level when he encountered an enemy!

But today is different. Now everyone knows that the emperor’s family does not have overnight food. It is so poor that it depends on the intermittent support of the four major electors’ families.

Since it is a aid, the quantity will naturally not be too much, and the quality will naturally not be too good. Usually, it is barely enough for the royal family and the clan to eat and wear. They want to cultivate individual combat effectiveness, or pull those refined hundreds of years ago. The master starship of the United States went out to drill, and there was absolutely no excess resources and fuel.

But at least one of the royal family and the clan is good-not going out to fight, all day long in the imperial capital, raising birds and listening to music fighting crickets, all of them grew fat and fat, and relaxed, but they were also contented, peaceful and happy.

General miscellaneous, polished commanders will not do.

The saint’s swords and secret treasures are not joking, they are all left behind by the Pangu tribe on the prehistoric battlefield. They must be as insidious and insidious as they should be, and they should be so hot and so hot. If they are stained with a little bit of oil, even if they don’t die. Seriously injured.

After more than ten years of **** battle, which general is not bruised, severely ill, lacking arms and legs, and his dantian cracked into eight petals? Not to mention maintaining the original state, even medical expenses are astronomical!

The royal family definitely doesn't have this money.

The ball kicked from the royal family to the Ministry of National Defense, from the Ministry of National Defense to the Ministry of Finance, from the Ministry of Finance to the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and from the Ministry of Civil Affairs back to the Royal Family. After a round of kicks, it was still two big characters with silver hooks. money!

Poor, civilized and rich martial arts, without money, can't even train muscles, so what kind of immortal cultivation!

Naturally, these miscellaneous generals all have homes, and their homes are often in the outer world of the empire. It stands to reason that the royal family can't control them, and the home should take care of them.

But having said that, in order to fight this empire's counterattack, the outer world of the empire has drained the last drop of blood and sweat. One race is one poor. The economy is on the verge of collapse or is in the middle of collapse. How can there be money for this bunch of wastes to cultivate?

One more thing, more than ten years ago, they took countless erlangs to go out with a big fanfare, vowing to fight for a fortune. Nowadays, I haven’t seen where the rich and honours are. First, the erlangs will be polished, and they will drag their remnants and go back with their heads. , How can I meet the elders in my hometown with a face?

To put it more practically, everyone came out to cultivate immortals, and they were all mixed up to the pill formation and even the Yuan Ying level. Who can have few unending enemies in his hometown?

The enemies are sharpening their swords and waiting for them to go back. How dare these lonely and bare-headed commanders return to their hometown and throw themselves into the net?

I can’t go back to my hometown, and it’s boring to go back. The "General School Study Class" is another bottomless pit. I deal with it with three melons and two jujubes every day. The life of a non-ghost is really bad for the heavens and bad for the earth. The so-called unloading of mills and killing donkeys, crossing rivers and bridges, is nothing more than this!

Zhao Zhenwu is the most typical "polished commander, general miscellaneous."

He was born in a poor country on the periphery of the first quadrant of the empire. His ancestors worked fiercely and desperately from generations of ancestors. First, he spelled out a very powerful sect, and then turned the sect into dozens of armed transport ships. He was law-abiding and honest. Smuggling on the spot, if you have the opportunity, you can also engage in a few murderous transactions.

When he arrived in his father's generation, the business became bigger and bigger, and he gradually despised the smuggling of petty messies, but he was officially upgraded to a privateer fleet, that is, a licensed star thief.

When his father died in a battle, he was killed by his subordinates. He was green and blue again, and he quickly merged with the other leaders and became the commander of the private fleet, but his heart was bigger than his father-at the seaside of the stars. What's the point of killing people and surpassing goods? Killing to death is just a bun. A good man is born in the stars. He should make a contribution and make a fortune. Let’s go out and fight!

At exactly this time, the imperial counterattack began slowly, Zhao Zhenwu's brain was hot, he pulled up his own team, and saved his family for several generations, recruited a group of desperadoes, as the commander of the imperial army's major general fleet, Throw into the "great and sacred" war vigorously.

As a result, more than ten years of **** battles are like more than ten years of horrible dreams. There are more and more medals, titles and awards, but the troops are fighting fewer and fewer. Until the end, even his left eye and left hand are knocked out. Even the crucial dantian was blown in half, and Linggen was like a bad old man's words, soft enough to not be a ball, and when I looked back, there was no more than half an old brother behind him!

The dream of the cultivator Zhao Zhenwu woke up.

But before he could figure out what was going on, he was kindly invited out of the senior ward of the Veterans General Hospital, and he was kindly awarded new medals and honors, and he was kindly thankful on behalf of the empire. He made the supreme contribution, and finally kicked him politely into the Royal High Military Academy, the generals study class.

At this moment, in the bottom of the 36th district, Zhao Zhenwu was wearing a white-washed general's woolen cloth. He folded and folded a crumpled military cap, and started to froze again.

This is a new habit he developed in the general school class.

The reason is not to be stunned. The main reason is that you don’t just want to stop thinking about what is going on. How can you get rid of the old foundation step by step?

Anyway, there is nothing else to do in the generals class except for being stupefied. Many other generals are thinking like him all day, and they cry out when they are too angry, or find those who are raised white and fat like pigs. The clan’s clan had a fight--even if they had lost their arms and legs, they had fallen sharply, and beating a few clan would be easy.

However, this is not a good time to froze.

Zhao Zhenwu was stunned for a while, his divergent eyes fixed again, the palm of his right hand was sweaty, his left hand crunched, he almost wrung his military cap out of the water, half distressed, and half looked at the "Seven-Star Broken Jade Knife" with anxiety.

At this moment, the seven-star broken jade knife, which had not been separated for more than ten years of **** battle, was carried in another person's hand, like a salted fish.

That is the appraiser of the **** shop, according to the old saying, the court will be honored.

Seeing that the appraiser’s mouth is hairless, his bones are less than four or two, and he does not look like an experienced cabinet. Perhaps he is a newbie who has just entered the industry, but he dare not put this family heirloom knife on his face. .

"I made a miscellaneous sword made of broken copper and rotten iron. It has no sharp edges, rusty, no signs, no chips, no magical powers, and the estimated value is...three thousand crystal coins."

The appraiser looked at the knife and then at him, and after he glanced at the knife again, he yawned and said listlessly.

Zhao Zhenwu's heart sank—what he said, he is really a novice, he should show him something wrong!

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It seems that there have been no four changes in a few days, and I always feel weird to my old brothers and old readers. I will work harder today and dedicate the four changes to everyone!