On the Shitou Ridge, a great battle was about to come to Lei Dongfeng's mind, but it was the spring day of the Imperial Era of 993.

The imperial capital, the cherry blossoms and peach blossoms bloom all over the city, and it was the brightest March day. In the early spring of that year, 15-year-old Lei Dongfeng entered Jiangshan Army Higher Education College. His scores for the professional courses had just barely entered the admission line. He was the last place in the professional courses and was admitted to the cavalry department of Jiangshan Army Higher Education College with a minor in tactical strategy.

Back then, Lei Dongfeng, who had just entered the school, was tall and thin, and was orphan, and had no prominent family background. At that time, at the Jiangshan Army Higher Education College, the students were divided into three factions, one was from aristocratic families, and entered the college just to gilt; the other was from the army, and the family was from the army for several generations, so naturally formed a collective; the other was from the four people, and it also formed a group of its own.

At the beginning, a group of civilians had contacted Lei Dongfeng, but after a long time, I found that the boy was dull and not good at communicating with others. I didn’t know why Lei Dongfeng’s scores in the professional courses he entered were known to other students.

In Jiangshan Army Higher Education College, children of the family can not study well because they have family backgrounds. At least they can get a captain with real power when they go out. However, there are few people with poor academic performance in the army and civilians.

In addition to Lei Dongfeng's poor personality, no one is optimistic about this orphan background and a bit stubborn boy.

Even at that time, many bad students in the college enjoyed bullying Lei Dongfeng.

But Lei Dongfeng did not resist. At that time, it seemed that all the humiliation was imposed on him. He spent all his time learning to ride and shoot, strategy and other majors, and his figures were all over the major libraries in the imperial capital.

Reading, shooting archery, or deducing strategies, this is all about Lei Dongfeng's first year of school life.

Soon, it was the practical strategy and assessment of the grade at the end of the first year of school. According to convention, students can freely form teams, ranging from three to four people, or as many as ten people. Generally, they are paired with two people, one for the top and one for the top and one for the top and the other for the top and the military. Moreover, each student can select any one hundred soldiers from the three first-level legions stationed in the imperial capital, the Flying Tiger Legion, the Flying Dragon Legion and the Qinglong Legion to act as their own chess, conduct strategic formations, and act as combat power in the exercises.

Therefore, most students basically choose the upper limit of the group of 10 people. Of course, for the sake of fairness, there are also restrictions on choosing the military.

Ru Feihu Legion is the first imperial legion in everyone's mind, and the commander of the legion is Zhao Huicheng, the dean of the Army Higher Academy.

Therefore, in order to prevent students from selecting all of their subordinates into the Flying Tiger Army, the college stipulates that the number of people in the team will decrease in the inverse proportion.

That is, if one person is a team, you can freely select the required troops and legion soldiers; if two people reach four people, you will reduce the choice of 40, four people reach six people reach six people reach 60, six people reach 80, and eight people to ten people draw completely randomly.

In the grade assessment that year, except for Lei Dongfeng, all first-grade students had their own teams, but no one was willing to join this young man with the worst grades and a dull and dull grades.

Lei Dongfeng was not angry, and did not raise any objection to this allocation. Instead, he became a group on his own, and according to the regulations, he selected one hundred elite gun archers from the Flying Tiger Army from the Flying Tiger Legion and began the actual combat assessment.

On that day, many people were waiting to see the joke of this big man who had been dull and silently enduring bullying.

However, it was also the exam this year that Lei Dongfeng made a big splash. At the end of the Imperial Era of 993, it was destined to be the time when this seemingly dull young man became famous in the Jiangshan Army Higher Education College. In the subsequent confrontation that lasted for a week, Lei Dongfeng led his 100 men to fight against the opponent's troops ranging from 200 to 300 to nearly 1,000 people.

First, in personal assessment, a young boy who could barely climb a horse when he entered school but fell off a war horse several times, grew up to be a hero who took root on the horse's back and won the first place in standing shooting, riding shooting and other events (the highest individual title in the annual assessment, from high to low: hero, hero, hero).

Then, in the strategic assessment of the elective, that is, in the subject of commanding soldiers to conduct offensive and defensive exercises, he reached the finals in one fell swoop, and finally lost to a team of six.

In addition to the last battle, the loss rate of the cavalry under Lei Dongfeng was lower than 30.

It was also from the end of 993 that no one dared to underestimate this lonely boy who spoke dull but had a beautiful heart.

More people gradually realized that the boy's silent resistance was not weakness, but a kind of pride that he disdains to care about.

Zhao Huicheng, the dean of the Army Higher Education College, found Lei Dongfeng himself after daring to look at the strategic assessment and called him to discuss a lot.

Unfortunately, Lei Dongfeng's memory of the academy suddenly ended here, and there was a gap for more than a year.

What Lei Dongfeng can recall now is the history of the "tenderness and accumulation of strength" in the first year of school, when Zhang Ce made friends after he entered school, and was called the "two prides of the academy" after he entered school.

This lost memory once made Lei Dongfeng, who had traveled through time, puzzled, but today, Duan Yichen mentioned by Zhang Ce suddenly seemed like a flash of lightning, passing through Lei Dongfeng's heart, and let some fragments flow into his heart madly.

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"Well, it's only you and me. I just entered school for one year that year. Brother, you have been admitted for two years. We were ranked first in our grade in the annual military assessment and were asked by Dean Zhao. He told us during a chat that the college had also had the title of Twin Prides of the Academy. One was Sima Nan of the Fenwu Army, and the other was Duan Yichen. This Duan Yichen was called the Moon Night Wolf from the grassland." Zhang Ce didn't know that at this moment, his elder brother remembered so much and continued to recall.

"Well, what's special about him?" Lei Dongfeng asked hurriedly.

"The dean said that although they are both heroes of the academy, Sima's senior is down-to-earth but not smart enough. Commanding an army can protect a city, but it is difficult to occupy a land. However, that Yichen was changing and stable, and he was a general who captured the city. It's a pity..." Zhang Ce sighed leisurely.

"What a pity?" Lei Dongfeng's curiosity was completely aroused.

"It's a pity that Duan Yichen's personality seems gentle, but in fact he is extreme, and he likes to go to extremes in his behavior. President Zhao saw that his personality was unstable. He once urged him to stay in school or join his Flying Tiger Legion, and many of them were promoted by discipline, but Duan Yichen suddenly disappeared before graduation..." Zhang sighed.

"Missing, Moonlight Wolf, is this my real memory? No, in my memory, this is not the first time I have heard of the name Moonlight Wolf." Lei Dongfeng couldn't think about it, but these words were difficult to say for a moment.

"Absolutely not, by the way, it was after my first year of admission assessment that someone asked me to go to Dean Zhao, but why did I remember that Dean Zhao was with Zheng Conspiracy for the first time? Who did I meet that day?" Lei Dongfeng looked painful.

"Go, do things according to your heart, don't doubt it, this is the path you must take... Just like the moonlit wolf, some things must be taken..." Such a sentence was particularly clear and echoed in the mind.

"The road is like a wolf on the moonlit night... Who said this to me?" Lei Dongfeng's memory fell into blank again at this moment.

"Brother, the Xianbei detective cavalry has returned, and it will be decided in a while." Zhang Ce said softly.

"Well, it's a good idea. I'm going back to the Central Army. After the war begins, remember to be careful. If you lose, you should retreat from the path behind the mountain. If you have the chance in the future, you must ask me personally if you have any questions..." Lei Dongfeng suddenly said solemnly. For some reason, he suddenly felt that this "moonlight night wolf" would be an obstacle he had to face.

"What are you saying, brother? If you have any questions, you'd better ask yourself. You can prepare the arrangement first." Zhang Ce smiled, but he felt a little worried.

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"Oh, the so-called Lion Head Ridge ahead? Duan, do you think there will be ambushers there?" Als looked at Duan Yichen with a handsome face and smiled slightly.

That sincere smile that made Duan Yichen feel like he was bathed in spring breeze. He couldn't help but secretly praised the bright moon knight as a famous general in the Western Land and was of top quality in dealing with people and things. It was not unreasonable for Jose to trust him so much, and he hurriedly said seriously: "Go back to you, although this Shitou Ridge is not dangerous, it is a must-pass road to Mengzhou Prefecture. Be careful, it is always right."

"You Han people are talking nonsense. Lei Dongfeng had just fought a battle with my men in Mengzhou Prefecture. How could he run here so quickly to set up an ambush?" Bruce Coney, the ten thousand men of the Duchy of Rodan, said dissatisfied.

After receiving the news that his army in Mengzhou Prefecture was defeated and lost its troops, he was so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast. Originally, there was no such thing as him or the three thousand Rodan infantry arranged in Longyang City in Ars' plan to send troops, but Bruceconi was eager to take revenge and insisted on catching Lei Dongfeng himself. Ars was also happy to do favors. Moreover, the three thousand people who Bruceconi stayed by his side, one thousand cavalry were drawn from the guard cavalry regiment under the Grand Duke of the Duke of Rodan, and the other two thousand infantry were also elite soldiers trained in the Holy See Mountain, and their qualities were much higher than those of ordinary Rodan soldiers.

At this moment, he had nowhere to vent his evil spirits. He had originally looked down on these Xianbei cavalry who betrayed the empire, but Als trusted them very much, and he took the opportunity to attack.

Duan Yichen heard this and his face remained unchanged. His fingers snatched the horse whip and kept swaying under him gently. After a moment, a rare rosy appeared on Duan Yichen's pale face, and he smiled and said, "Sir, I am not a Han Chinese, I am a wolf cub of the Duan family in Xianbei!"
Chapter completed!