After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 15

The martial arts arena is located in an extremely wide pasture, and the cold wind in the outer suburbs is particularly cold in the evening. You can only see the hot breath exhaled from the mouths of the soldiers performing martial arts below, which instantly turns into fog in the air.

Shao Guan was dressed in a military uniform, and the thick silver-white armor was worn on the boy's body, adding a bit of heroism to the slightly soft cheek lines.

"I have seen His Royal Highness."

The shouts of the soldiers drowned out all the sounds around him, until Murong Xing came to his side, Shao Guan came back to his senses.

"You don't need to be too polite, Prince Murong also came to inspect the barracks?"

Murong Xing looked away, avoiding Shao Guan's dark and bright peach blossom eyes, and then lightly swept across the neat formation of troops under the high platform.

The voice is cold.

"Well, His Royal Highness must have received the order for the expedition. The army will be raised early in the morning, so it is better to familiarize yourself with the situation of the barracks earlier."

While the two were talking, the sergeant in charge of delivering the order suddenly changed the position of the flag in his hand, and the army formation below immediately changed.

The shield-hand general formation was split into more than a dozen parts, with long halberds lined up in the gaps between the shields, and heavily armed iron cavalry running in the aisle.

Xia Tong stood behind Murong Xing, the more he looked at the formation, the more familiar it became, he couldn't help leaning into Murong Xing's ear and whispered: "My lord, this formation is not you—"

Why is this formation so similar to the one drawn on paper by his own family?

Murong Xing gave him a wink to signal him to keep quiet.

"Who taught this military formation?" Murong Xing looked at it quietly for a while, his phoenix eyes slightly raised.

The soldier on the side quickly replied: "My lord, this army formation was given by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Oh?" Murong Xing glanced sideways at Shao Guan, "Your Highness has only been here for an hour, and you can finish training an army formation?"

Shao Guan pursed his lips, secretly annoyed.

Of course, this army formation lasted more than an hour.

Although many things have changed in this life, the incident of Wei Guo's invasion of the country will definitely not change.

So he sent people to the army early on the formation designed by studying military art with Murong Xing in his previous life.

It's just that when Murong Xing asked now, he couldn't explain it.

"Gu sent the blueprint of this formation to the army a few days ago. It is the result of the practice of several generals. It was just an unintentional move."

The emotion in Murong Xing's eyes was not clear, his gaze bypassed Shao Guan's tense face, and stayed for a moment at the reddish ears of the young man when he was lying.

"This formation is good, very suitable for fighting in the Northwest Territory." Murong Xing narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, please worry."

After several military formations had been drilled, the sergeants below spontaneously began to compete with swords, swords and bows.

I don't know who started it, the sergeants were quiet for a moment, and suddenly shouted a few times: "Several generals, why don't you wait and try your sword skills like me?"

"Yes, it just so happens that His Royal Highness and the Crown Prince are here today."

The rough people in the army don't follow so many rules, since some soldiers dared to propose a contest, the generals and commanders would naturally agree.

Xia Tong had already seen his hands itch a long time ago, and when he heard this, he immediately cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness, son, then this subordinate will go down and compete with them."

When the soldiers saw him get off the high platform, they gave up an open space.

Xia Tong chose the long knife that was in his hand, and said to the burly soldier who was confronting him: "Well, you don't have to use a knife, you can choose any weapon."

"It's agreed to test the knife method, so naturally it is to use a knife."

The eyes of the soldier holding the steel knife sank, and suddenly there was some killing intent.The sharp blade flashed a dazzling cold light in the sunset, and slashed heavily towards Xia Tong's neck.

With the buzzing sound of "Zeng", Xia Tongyi raised his hand, and with skill, he easily stopped the powerful and heavy knife, and then turned sideways, and drew the long knife back.

One move was resolved, and the soldiers were not impatient. The offensive was more and more oppressive from the initial temptation.

It's just that Xia Tong's movement skills were learned together with Murong Xing when he was young, and the advantage is that they are weird and changeable.

"Who do you think Murong Shizi will win?"

Shao paid close attention to the afterimage of the knife light below, and asked softly.

"What do you think, Your Highness?"

Just as Shao Guan was about to open his mouth, he suddenly heard a cry of exclamation from the bottom, and saw a crack appear in the colliding blades not far away.

While Xia Tong was in a daze, the long knife in his hand was lifted by the opponent, and the sharp point of the knife was facing Shao Guan, breaking through the air and approaching straight.

"Your Highness, get out of here!"

The oncoming gust of wind carried the chill of iron, and it took less than a breath to reach Shao Guan's eyes. The tricky angle was facing the boy's side neck, almost unavoidable.

The pitch-black peach blossom pupils were absent-minded for a moment, only the white shadow formed by the long knife was cast in the pupils, which was terribly cold.

However, what touched his skin was not a sharp blade, but a warm palm.

The hand around his waist was so hard that even the knuckles could be clearly seen. Before Shao Guan could react, his back hit the young man's chest beside him.

The long knife slashed across his neck, leaving only a shallow line of blood, but a hot red color overflowed from the young man's shoulders behind Shao Guan, and instantly stained the silver-white armor.

Murong Xing let out a muffled snort, but the pain from the tearing wound on his shoulder only made his face darken for a moment, and he swallowed the pain.

He subconsciously looked at the side of Shao Guan's neck, and when he saw a faint bloodstain, he suddenly looked away.

"Presumptuous, how dare you point the blade at His Royal Highness in the military competition!"

Murong Xing let go of the hand around Shao Guan's waist, and with his long and narrow phoenix eyes, he looked at the two people who were competing under the high platform, with a somewhat cold expression.

"Your Highness forgives the crime, but the subordinates didn't know the seriousness, and almost made a big mistake. Please punish me, Your Highness!"

Shao Guan didn't seem to have heard the words of the confession, and turned to look at Murong Xing the moment he saw the blood.

The shoulders of the dark black robe had been cut by the blade, and only a scarlet wound and the blood-soaked fabric could be seen indistinctly.

"My son is injured, why don't you go to the doctor? Murong Xing, you—"

Instinctively, Shao Guan wanted to raise his hand to check the wound on Murong Xing's shoulder, but when his eyes met the unfamiliar and cold look in the familiar pair of phoenix eyes, he shivered suddenly and put down his hand.

"Your Highness is fine." Murong Xing did not look at the unconcealable anxiety in Shao Guan's black eyes, but ordered in a deep voice, "Come on, take them down and beat them with a hundred army sticks each. Remove all positions , downgraded to private soldiers."

"Xie Shizi is magnanimous, this subordinate knows his mistake."

Immediately, a doctor arrived with gauze and wound medicine.

"Doctor, I would trouble you to go and see Murong's injury first..."

The doctor glanced at Murong Xing, and took out the wound medicine: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will give His Highness the medicine first..."

Shao Guan was stunned for a moment: "Gu is just a scratch, no need for wound medicine, my son—"

[The author has something to say: small theater

Shao Guan: "Murong Xing, you are injured! Doctor—"

Murong Xing: "Give medicine to my daughter-in-law first, understand?"

Doctor: "Understood, immediately, immediately."]