"The lowest score is zero."

The moment these three words came out of the immortal master's mouth, I saw this small dark cloud floating above Old Zhu Di's head.

Old Zhu Di, who was originally calm:???

He couldn't believe it, he actually got zero points.

However.

Before Lao Zhu Di could react.

A flash of green-gold lightning flashed, and a snake-shaped lightning as thick as an arm suddenly shot out from the small dark cloud, hitting Old Zhu Di right on top of his head.

The smell of burning instantly spread throughout the main hall.

Looking at Old Zhu Di again, his face was as black as coal, his beard and hair were blowing up, and his whole body was filled with a faint smell of burnt food.

"Brother, the fourth child..."

Lao Zhu looked at Lao Zhu Di, his brows subconsciously frowned, quite worried.

"No problem."

Ji Boying spoke calmly.

The thunder just now was only used for classroom punishment and had a humiliating effect.

Ji Boying strictly controlled the voltage of the lightning within the range that an old man could bear. It looked scary, but in fact it had no powerful effect. At most, it left the body feeling sore and numb.

Therefore, old Zhu Di only looked a little embarrassed, but was not actually injured. Instead, he probably had the Ren and Du channels opened.

"Old Zhu Di, I read the summary you wrote, and I can't say it's not well written."

"It can only be said that wind, horse and cow are irrelevant."

When Ji Boying took the summary from A Biao from Old Zhu Di, he was speechless.

This horse-riding emperor is inseparable from two words throughout the article: Northern Expedition.

Ji Boying was wondering, where did he mention the word "Northern Expedition" in yesterday's class? Did Li Er mention it?

Hearing this comment, Lao Zhu Di, who was sitting in the seat, fell silent.

Apart from his hairy beard and dark complexion, he really didn't feel any physical discomfort.

But being struck by lightning in front of so many descendants of the Yan vassal, he, the ancestor of the Yan vassal, was somewhat embarrassed.

At first, he wanted to write this summary carefully.

But after writing a few sentences, Lao Zhu Di inexplicably thought of the 'Tsarist Russia' empire that he had mentioned before, and then his thoughts seemed to be opened, and he was out of control. As a result, a good summary was written into the Northern Expedition Plan and Strategy Book.

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It's like the class teacher asking you to go home and write a diary, and then you turn in a piece of Fighting Beyond the Sphere.

Just ask your class teacher if he wants to fuck you?

"Dad, it's okay. Next time my son turns in a blank, I'll help you carry the thunder."

Fatty Yongle, who was sitting behind Old Zhu Di, said very thoughtfully.

'What a big boy!'

Old Zhu Di felt a little relieved.

"Dad, the meat on you smells so good..."

Old Zhu Di, who had just finished praising his older son, shrank his pupils. He found that Fatty Yongle swallowed his saliva and was staring at him, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

"The results of the remaining people will be posted next to the national rankings. You can check them by yourself during class."

"Next, let's continue with our practical lessons."

As Ji Boying finished speaking.

Instantly.

In this main hall, the projections of the marching armies of various armies in the Apocalypse time and space appeared instantly.

Lao Zhu and other princes and princes of the Great Tomorrow are no longer surprised by this.

As for Li Er, Li Zhi and Wu Zhao, they were very curious and looked back and forth at each projection.

Ji Boying swept across the projection screen of these five armies, regularly moving the timeline of Apocalypse's time and space, accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating the Apocalypse's battle to exterminate slaves!

"Xiao Tang, our Ming general is pretty good, right? How does it compare to your Lingyan Pavilion general?"

Lao Zhu smiled and turned his head to look at Li Er, who was sitting on the side of the podium.

On this Apocalypse battlefield, all of his top ten founding tiger generals, Lao Zhu, surrendered.

"Very good!"

Li Er smiled and nodded in praise, but in his heart he was silently despising him.

‘I, the thirteen generals of Lingyan Pavilion of the Tang Dynasty, are far ahead! Far ahead!!’

……………………

Apocalypse time and space.

In early October, in the land of Liaodong, there was already snow falling all over the sky.

The capital of the Kingdom of Jin, Shengjing.

The original Shenyang was a small city with the nature of an acropolis. Because of its important strategic location, it had always been an important city for gathering troops in Liaodong.

Since Nurhachi moved his capital here and changed Shenyang to Shengjing, Shenyang has been expanded to a certain extent.

However, this expansion is actually very limited, after all, these slave builders don't have much money.

It was not until Huang Taiji ascended the throne, especially after the country was renamed the Qing Dynasty, that Huang Taiji carried out a large-scale expansion of Shenyang in order to make Shenyang more in line with the style of a dynasty capital.

The current Shengjing is located in the Khan Palace in the center of the city, the Dazheng Hall.

Huang Taiji, the new Great Khan of the Kingdom of Jin, sat at the first place in the south. Also sitting next to him were three people, the eldest Beile Daishan, the second Beile Amin, and the third Beile Manggurtai.

This was the scene at the beginning of Huang Taiji's succession to the throne, the collegial system of the four Baylors.

The collegial system originally set by Nurhaci, in which the four major belebeles jointly discuss government affairs, was still implemented after Huang Taiji ascended the throne.

For Huang Taiji, this is a constraint.

Such as right now.

Huang Taiji frowned slightly, displeasure appearing on his face.

He had just proposed a plan to temporarily make peace with the Ming Dynasty. Before he could finish his plan, he was secretly attacked by Daishan, Amin, and Mang Gurtai, the three Baylors.

"Xian Khan has been fighting for decades, causing huge losses among the domestic clan, and the people are increasingly war-weary. Not to mention that the Guanningjin defense line built by the Ming army outside Shanhaiguan has become increasingly stable."

"At this time, it is definitely not a good idea to fight the Ming army with all our strength."

Huang Taiji glanced at Daishan and the other three, and said in a solemn voice, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

"Great Khan, I still insist on my opinion. I firmly refuse to negotiate peace with the Ming army. Even if it is just a temporary plan, if the first Khan was still alive, I would definitely not agree to it."

Dabeile Daishan spoke sharply, as if he had just moved the old slave's memorial tablet.

"This time the Ming army, with hundreds of thousands of troops coming out of Shanhaiguan, wants to fight with us in the field. If this is the case, then we will fulfill the Ming court's wish!"

"Could it be that in the field battle, my Eight Banners disciples are still afraid of these Ming troops?"

Daishan had just finished speaking.

Sanbeile Mang Gurtai, who has always been wild in temperament, immediately answered.

"Big Baylor is right. In the field battle, my son of the Eight Banners has never been defeated!"

"We should learn from Xian Khan's battle in Sarhu. Let him come in any way, and I will only go all the way!"

"A mere little Ming army."

"With the wave of our hands, everything will turn into ashes and smoke!"

Huang Taiji glanced at these two people, especially Mang Gurtai, as if they were fools. Don't these people usually read current affairs news?!

Today is different from the past, and if we continue to do what Nurhaci did, we are simply seeking death.

Huang Taiji frowned more and more. This collegial system really blocked his right to speak. He made up his mind to find an opportunity to destroy all three of them.

And just then.

There were several staggering figures, running towards the Dazheng Palace quickly, shouting.

"Seven Belles are back!"

"Seven Belles are back...!"

"………………"

When the words came, Huang Taiji's eyes suddenly lit up, his face showed joy, and he stood up from his sweating position.

These days, he has been waiting for news from Dorgon.
To be continued...