The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 273: Jun Mo Xiao, Drunk on the Battlefield ([-])
When he entered the barracks with Xie Changjun, he always used the long sword with everyone.

There were specially selected soldiers in the barracks with good accuracy and good arm strength. He wanted to go, but in the end he stayed with Mr. Xie.

He never told Mr. Xie about this, but he never thought that Mr. Xie knew about it.

Perhaps, it's just a coincidence.

Cen Mu followed Xie Changjun to the riding and archery field in a daze, and Yang Lei at the side refused to accept it, and now he rushed up to fight without even saying hello.

"Stop for me! That short-sighted one, get the hell out of here!"

Cen Mu was next to Xie Changjun, seeing Yang Lei's fists and feet were about to land on Cen Mu, Xie Changjun's eyes flashed coldly, and he kicked him!
Even Cen Mu, who was the closest, didn't know when Xie Changjun made the move. He only knew that Yang Lei was already lying on the ground covering his arms and screaming in pain when everyone realized it.

surrounding recruits,
Cen Mu broke away from Xie Changjun's hand, and squatted down to check Yang Lei.

Fortunately, no internal injuries, just a broken arm.

"Send Vice Admiral Yang to treatment." Cen Mu sighed, his gaze somewhat condemning.Returning to Xie Changjun, he said in a low voice, "Commander Xie, you are too aggressive."

The hostility between his eyebrows faded a lot, Xie Zhangjun snorted coldly: "Things that don't have long eyes."

Then he walked forward with long steps, the anger still on his face.

Cen Mu had no choice but to keep up, walking too fast, his tone sounded a bit unpleasant: "Even if you don't want to fight him, just make it clear that there is no need to fight him so hard."

"What qualifications do you have to teach me?" Xie Zhangjun stopped suddenly, and Cen Mu almost bumped into his back again.

Xie Changjun was angry, Cen Mu didn't know why he suddenly changed his face.

Cen Mu opened his mouth, the words he wanted to say reached his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

Yes, what qualifications does he have to speak?
"I didn't teach you a lesson..."

Xie Changjun stared at him.

Cen Mu said: "I just think that he is Xue Zhan's person, and it's not good for you to make trouble like this."

"Xue Zhan?" Xie Zhangjun sneered, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch Cen Mu's chin, his eyes were a little red, "You know him very well?"

"No..." Cen Mu looked at him, "But this is the north, it's Xue Zhan's territory, you should restrain yourself. What's more, your current situation should be fine..."

"Cen Mu!" Xie Changjun yelled at him, "My situation? Do you believe those rumors?"

It doesn't matter whether others believe him or not, but Cen Mu must believe it!
"Commander Xie, my opinion is not important." Cen Mu said softly, he raised his eyes and met Xie Changjun's eyes, "Three people become tigers, some things, if there are too many people talking about them, even if they are fake, they will be judged." Believe me. Commander, don't mess around anymore, you've got yourself all messed up!"

"I ask you if you believe it or not."

The four eyes met, and no one was willing to lower his head first.

The wind made Cen Mu's cloak rustle, and Cen Mu took off the cloak, "Thank you Commander, it's windy at night, go back earlier."

He put the cloak in Xie Changjun's hand, turned around and left.

The moonlight fell, and the wind blew Cen Mu's long hair, which happened to brush Xie Changjun's cheek.

The scent of herbs on the cloak mixed with the smell of wine, wafting into Xie Changjun's nostrils.

Xie Zhangjun laughed at himself, took a deep breath, and put the cloak heavily on Cen Mu's shoulders again.

Cen Mu raised his hand and was about to tear off the cloak, but before he could move, Xie Zhangjun stopped him: "Put it on for me!"

Cen Mu walked forward with a cold face, while Xie Changjun looked at his thin back as if the farce just didn't exist.

(End of this chapter)