For reasons that everyone knew, the students of the Orthodox Academy were heavily protected by the Imperial Court and the Li Palace. The clearest example was that the Orthodox Academy had already been recruiting students for three years, and the total number of teachers and students had already surpassed three hundred. However, there were only a few students on the front lines, and they were all clerical jobs.
But no one criticized the Orthodox Academy.
Because everyone could see the malice hidden in the Imperial Court's arrangements, and they could also understand why the Li Palace was so nervous.
More importantly, besides those clerical students, the Orthodox Academy still had people on the front lines.
Although that person might have even forgotten his identity, Su Moyu, who was overseeing the Orthodox Academy in the capital, would not forget. The priests in the Li Palace responsible for related matters, especially the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education, would not forget that he was a person of the Orthodox Academy, and a very important one at that.
Wofu Zhexiu was the strongest expert of the Wolf tribe's younger generation. He also had the identity of Vice Superintendent of the Orthodox Academy.
After Zhou Tong's death, Zhexiu left the capital and went to the front lines to fight the demons, returning to the life he was most familiar with.
It was unknown if his days in the capital at the Orthodox Academy had left any memories in his life, but it was clear that he did not have the self-awareness of a Vice Superintendent of the Orthodox Academy. In the past year, he had never once met with the students sent to the front lines by the Orthodox Academy, much less instructed them in anything. But he also did not accept the army's appointment to become the commanding general of the front walls of Blue Pass, nor did he refuse the Vice Principal of Star Seizer Academy, which had been privately conveyed through the deceived Divine General Xue He, to the Black Mountain Army headquarters to train the most elite black-armored light cavalry. Instead, he returned to his old profession in the army.
Scouts, spies, concealers, assassins … Many names actually had the same meaning.
Zhexiu still lived and fought according to his own style.
His life had always been composed of countless battles.
As for his method, it was naturally to fight alone.
Just like in the past, everyone felt that his method of fighting was too primitive, barbaric, bloody, and low-level. It would be very difficult for him to last too long on the snowy plains, and the news of his death could be heard at any moment. Yet he just had to live, and moreover, he was constantly reaping the fruits of battle.
In these two years, his military achievements on the front lines alone were equivalent to all the military achievements of some ordinary sects or schools.
The soldiers of the Black Mountain Army headquarters and Blue Pass once more recalled that saying that had been passed down for many years.
Zhexiu was a man born for the sake of military achievements.
And now, his military achievements were the military achievements of the Orthodox Academy.
In these circumstances, who could still criticize the Orthodox Academy?
Of the ten-some army headquarters in the north, there was probably only one person who could compare with Zhexiu in military achievements.
Interestingly, Zhexiu was a famous person while Zhexiu Zhexiu was a nobody.
That person had once been a civil servant of the North Expedition Army headquarters. Because of some matters, he had been demoted to Seven Mile Xi Stronghold, becoming an ordinary roaming cavalry officer. Because he was skilled in military strategy, outstanding strength, or perhaps because his luck was too astonishing, during his time at Seven Mile Xi, he and a superior surnamed Chen had led this group of roaming cavalry to create countless miracles, obtaining countless victories, accumulating an unimaginable amount of military merit.
However, whether it was because he was arrogant because of his talent, or because he used his power to bully others, or because his temper was too foul, or perhaps it was because he came from the south and not from Zhou, this officer had an extremely terrible relationship with the people in the camp. He would often contradict his superiors and violate military discipline, and the military achievements that he had painstakingly accumulated were often used to pay for his punishments. As a result, he had never been able to smoothly enter the records, so he had never been able to obtain the resounding reputation that Zhexiu had.
Logically speaking, with this person's ability and the speed at which he accumulated military achievements, as long as he was just a little more sensible, he would definitely become the focus of the Northern Expedition Army headquarters. It was even highly likely that he would become the youngest Divine General of the Great Zhou Army in a few years. However, the important figures of the army headquarters had never given him this chance. Later on, people finally understood what this disregard meant.
The deliberate suppression of this young officer had given rise to a great deal of discontent and injustice in the Seven Li Xi camp. After a major battle three months ago, this feeling finally exploded. The busiest half of Seven Li Xi's street had been smashed into ruins by drunken cavalry.
What happened next was very simple. That officer had been expelled from the cavalry by a military order from the capital, and even from the Northern Expedition Army headquarters. He had been sent to an extremely desolate place.
This place was called Sloping Cliff, located in the southern foothills of Mount Han. This was not a stronghold directly facing the demons, nor was it a necessary route for the transportation of armaments. It was just a remote horse farm that people rarely thought of.
Other than the frost-colored grass that covered the cliffs, there were no other products to be found here. It was an extremely desolate place, and even the migratory birds returning from the south would not stop for even a moment. The reason why a horse farm had been set up here was because the frost-colored grass was the favorite food of the Dragon Stallions when they were in heat.
Dragonhorses were the most important mounts of the Great Zhou Army, so setting up a horse farm specifically to suit their tastes could be considered preferential treatment. However, to those people who had been exiled to this horse farm, it was completely insignificant.
That young officer was yet another frustrated person who had been exiled to Sloping Cliff over the past several hundred years.
The officers and soldiers of Sloping Cliff Horse Farm knew of his background and achievements, so they naturally felt a great deal of sympathy. However, no one had carefully thought about why an outstanding young officer like him would be suppressed by his superiors, and why this pressure had even come directly from the capital's military headquarters. No one had carefully thought about it. Although this place was desolate and remote, far from the battlefield, making it impossible to obtain military merits, it also meant that there was no need to worry about being killed by demon experts on the battlefield.
In short, behind all these seemingly illogical things were assuredly some reason, though no one knew of it at the time.
The officer was the person involved, so he naturally knew the reason, but he did not say anything. But perhaps because of this matter, in the two months he had been at Sloping Cliff Horse Farm, his mood had been rather gloomy. Every day, the smell of alcohol could be smelled on his body.
He might not be able to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but fortunately, he did not neglect his proper business. The biggest impact on him was that he slept soundly. Every night, he slept until dawn. Until one night, there were two extremely dull thuds coming from the back of the tent …
He propped himself up and angrily yelled out the window, "Are you going to let me sleep or not?"
No one answered his question, so he fell back into a deep sleep. However, it wasn't long before he was woken up again.
Accompanied by his subordinates, he went to the side of the horse farm near the cliff. When he saw the sight before him, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
The cliff was littered with the traces of stones tumbling down and dust rising. A man was lying on the ground, his status unknown. A girl of twelve or thirteen was hugging her knees to the side, her clothes in tatters, her body covered in mud and her expression dazed.
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(I've already been away for two days. I've been working hard this entire time, but I really don't know if I'll have time to write tomorrow. If I don't, I'll remember to tell everyone.)
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