Under the shade of the tree, Winters glanced at the note in his hand and looked at the preparation students who delivered the note.

"Mason Baomin sent you to me?" Winters asked in surprise: "Didn't you say anything else?"

"No." The preparation student in front of him replied blankly.

"Okay, please wait for me." Winters stuffed the note into his wrist armor and pointed his clothes and packs under the tree: "There is water and food there, and if you are hungry, take it yourself."

Then, he saw a preparatory student named "Hodel" walking stiffly to the tree, his legs straighter than the trunk.

"Sit down." Winters couldn't help but smile: "It's okay."

But the preparatory student still stood straight. Obviously, he felt at a loss, wondering whether to treat the words of the civil servants as polite or as orders.

Winters was somewhat used to this. He cleared his throat and ordered in a deep voice: "Soldier, stand at attention!"

Preparatory students subconsciously close their heels and tighten their knees and shoulders.

"Listen to the command--sit."

The preparation students pressed their butt to the ground with the fastest movement.

Winters nodded, pulled down the guard, turned around and walked towards another swordsman who had been waiting for. The two of them picked up the conversation that had just been interrupted again.

"Let's go on." Winters held the wooden sword firmly with both hands.

The swordsman in front of him also stood up, and a somewhat dull voice came from his helmet: "Have you heard of Speaker Meyerhouse's speech?"

"Which speech do you mean?" Winters nodded and signaled the other party to attack: "In Vanne? Or after returning to the United Provinces?"

"After returning to the United Provinces," Winters' opponent said, and stabbed him without warning.

However, the sudden attack did not have any effect on Winters. He raised his arm and knocked away the oncoming sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the opponent in the intertwined sword blades. The whole process was smooth and light and natural.

Winters even had the energy to chat: "I heard it, but it's similar to rumors. I want to hear your version."

His sword edge stopped one foot from his opponent's shoulder - the opponent stopped actively, took a step back and raised his hand, and then walked towards the starting position.

Raising your hand means admitting that you have lost points, which is the etiquette of a formal competition.

However, there are neither referees nor scoring boards next to this small open space under the shade of the tree, and the only audience is a guy who has not figured out the situation yet.

In the eyes of the confusing audience on the field, the competition between Baomin and the sparring team was like a formality, which ended before it even started, and it was impossible to tell who won and who lost.

It’s not a fault for the audience’s sluggishness.

Winters and his opponent lack the necessary protective gear, so the safety of their lives depends on the opponent rather than themselves - although they used wooden swords, they still had to be hung up after being hit hard.

Only by absolute trust in each other can both parties "play" like this. Since it is "play", it naturally seems that they are all at the right time, no victory or defeat.

"You should have heard of the content of Myerhouse's speech at the League Conference, and it is not much different from the declaration of war." Winters' opponent returned to the other end of the open space, moved his wrists, and clasped his sword again: "When he returned to Guitu City, he immediately gave a public speech on the Martyrs' Square, which was even more shocking than the speech at the League Conference."

After saying that, he attacked Winters with his sword again.

Winters still lifted the heavy lifting and resolved the opponent's swing: "Tell me, let me see."

"Speaker Myerhouse personally identified the 'April 1 Revolution' as a rebellion." The opponent took a step back, raised his hand, and breathed: "Illegal armed rebellion."

Winters frowned unconsciously, and he lowered the tip of his sword and asked, "The United Army has no response to this?"

"I don't know, at least when I left the Kings Castle, I haven't heard of any big noise in Guitu City." The opponent's laughter escaped from his helmet, and you can imagine how gloating the expression under the protective face was: "But that guy Conelis must be uncomfortable, and he suddenly changed from a 'hero' to a 'traitor'."

Winters lowered his sword and thoughtfully: "Tell me the content of the speech of the new Speaker of the United Provinces."

"Cliparted." The swordsman standing opposite Winters also put the wooden sword on his shoulder and answered happily:

"Firstly, he scolded the former Union Government for how corrupt and incompetent it was; then he cried and cried how difficult it was for the people of the Union; then he exclaimed and scared people with the civil strife of the Empire, Venetta and Paratu; he only said some truth in the end, admitting that the 'April Revolution' was an armed rebellion, but he also made excuses, saying that it was because the Lionel regime was too corrupt and incompetent', so the 'the army had to come forward to take over the country temporarily'."

"For the time being?" Winters keenly captured the unusual place.

"Yes, for the time being." The swordsman who had just spoken humor became hesitant and hesitant, and he said slowly: "Speaker Meyerhouse publicly promised to reorganize the National Assembly, re-elect representatives at all levels, and gradually return state power from the army to the new National Assembly within three years."

"Three years?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, three years.”

"The United Provincial Army's counterattack?"

"There was no counterattack. Instead, several generals came forward to endorse Speaker Meyerhouse's promise. The United Provincial Army also looked like a ghost, with many factions. You bite me, I bite you."

"Where is Minister Conelisbe?"

"I am no longer the minister, and I have never heard of a new appointment. After Speaker Meyerhouse disbanded the Provisional Military Commission, Colonel Cornelis should have been sent home and unemployed." The swordsman standing in front of Winters shrugged: "Cornelis has risen to the top with the help of the coup, and I don't know how many people are jealous. He is not a favorite guy. I don't think it is strange that Speaker Meyerhouse uses him to calm public anger."

Winters thought for a moment and asked the swordsman who was practicing: "Do you believe it?"

"What do you believe in?"

“Myerhouse’s Commitment.”

"I..." He fell silent to the swordsman. After a while, he said distressedly: "I don't know either. But according to the current situation, if I were from the Union Province, I could only hope that Speaker Meyerhouse would return the state power? After all, he made a public promise."

After hearing this, Winters sighed: "Then let's wait and see."

"Speaker Meyerhouse is still making a statement in the communiqué." He whispered to the sword-training player: "The UN Trusteeship Government will make every effort to promote a peaceful solution to the civil unrest of Paratu. He also promised that the UN Army would never involve the civil unrest of Paratu - as long as Venetta does not interfere with the affairs of Paratu."

Winters snorted, turned his sword and held the hilt with both hands again.

The swordsman who was practicing with Winters was also hurriedly prepared.

Both sides slowly approached each other, and the next second when the sword tips hit, both of them started to move.

In the flash of lightning, Winters let his fiercely advanced opponent out of his left hand and patted the latter's shoulder.

He held his steps to the swordsman and raised his hand in frustration. He felt Winters' mood change, so he changed to a more relaxed topic: "A big case has occurred in the north. Have you heard of it?"

"What big case?" Winters had never heard of this.

"Of course it's a major case of the Southern General Army."

"Didn't the pseudo-emperor have disbanded the Southern General Army?"

"It is because the Southern General Army was disbanded that a major case was brought up." He asked the swordsman enthusiastically: "What crime do you guess are the pseudo-emperor cleaning up?"

Winters answered without hesitation: "Corruption?"

"Smuggling! The Southern General Army has all the money!" I laughed at the swordsman: "The Southern General Army established to prevent us has become the largest smuggler in the empire, and the pseudo-emperor's face has been lost!"

Winters laughed in silence, but he was not as optimistic as he was with swordsman: "The pseudo-emperor was determined to remove the poisonous sores, which may not be a good thing for us."

"What do you care about him?" He didn't care about the swordsman: "Anyway, it's the imperialist who killed the imperialist, and no matter who dies, we will make a profit. The pseudo-emperor has executed three counts. According to the news leaked from the north, this is just the beginning. In a few years, the Southern General Army will not be able to rebuild it."

Winters sighed: "That's even more not a good thing."

"Yes, I understand what you mean." His mood for the swordsman suddenly became depressed. He lowered his head and said darkly:

"The pseudo-emperor didn't even hide his strategy. He just wanted to sit and watch the civil wars of the republics. The solution was also very simple. As long as we didn't attack each other, I could think of it. Will the generals, the members of the parliamentary team not understand? But they... but what can I do? I am just a little lieutenant..."

The more the swordsman spoke, the less the voice became. Suddenly, he felt a palm resting on his shoulder. He raised his head and met the senior's calm gaze without any reproach.

"It's their fault, not yours." Winters' peaceful voice contained a reassuring power: "Don't be anxious about it, we are all people who are swept by the river."

"Yes." He sucked his nose hard at the swordsman.

Winters intimately knocked the shoulder armor of the sword-trainer, held the sword inverted, and walked towards the roots of the tree where the clothes and water were placed.

"I don't know if you understand." A small voice to the swordsman sounded behind Winters: "In the Kings Castle, there are also many opponents of Grove Magnus... This time the crushing defeat in Xinqing land will definitely shake... No, it is the collapse of Grove Magnus' rule..."

Winters replied without looking back: "I don't mind bleeding less, even if it will take longer."

"Yeah!" There was excitement at the swordsman's voice.

"But don't be too optimistic, either." Winters turned around, his eyes deep like a pool, and he said slowly: "Because you don't understand what a gambler who loses all his chips will do next."

After saying that, Winters pinched the shoulders of the sword-trainer, lifted his sword and walked to the shade of the tree.

...

Under the shade of the tree, the monkey - Houdel watched the Blood Wolf and his sparring team chatting and competing.

Because he couldn't understand who won and who lost, Houdeer didn't know whether he should applaud or not.

After a few more moves, the Blood Wolf suddenly stopped and said something to his trainer, and then walked straight towards Houdeer.

Houdel became even more confused for a moment. It was not until the Blood Wolf walked in front of him that he came to his senses and jumped up with a tremor.

Houdel saw the Blood Wolf waved his hand at him: "Sit down, be more comfortable, it's okay."

Immediately afterwards, the latter began to remove the protective gear on his shoulders and arms.

Houdel was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he should help.

However, before Hou Del came forward, someone had already stood behind the Blood Wolf and skillfully helped the Blood Wolf unbutton his arms and belt buckle on his shoulders - the swordsman who was practicing against Blood Wolf.

Houdel was embarrassed, looked around and saw the kettle.

However, someone moved faster than him. Before Hou Del could bend down, the Blood Wolf's sparring step by step to the kettle and presented the kettle to the Blood Wolf.

The Blood Wolf naturally took the kettle and started drinking it.

In desperation, Hou Deer began to search his heart and think about how he could praise people's skillful swordsmanship.

As a result, the Blood Wolf's sparring trainer spoke first, and the "squad leader" made Hou Deer get goosebumps all over his body.

"Squad Leader!" Xuelang's sparring coach praised without any hesitation: "Your swordsmanship is too strong now! The real thing refined in actual combat is different from the flower stands! It doesn't seem to have any moves, but each move is not a little extra, and the timing judgment is extremely accurate. I have already performed well, but I still can't win a small point. It's really too strong."
To be continued...