Walking outside the hall gate, Wei Yuan turned around and looked at the group of candidates standing across from Daping, and shook his head helplessly, "It's not difficult."

If the candidates heard this, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood three times. The reason was very simple. Unlike Wei Yuan's relaxed and relaxedness, the candidates at this time were all in dire straits.

Just like Zhang Bo, in his illusion, he held the Pojun spear in his hand and stood on the battlefield. Around him, there were endless shouts of killing, roars and whine incessantly.

One by one, soldiers wearing the armor of Haoguo fell in front of him. The soldiers of Liangguo and Chuguo fell down with them. Heavy rain was pouring, and broken limbs were everywhere. The rain mixed with blood almost overflowed the upper. This was a national war and a front line of life and death.

But in such a place, Zhang Bo stood there alone, motionless. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare.

Although his father Zhang Muzhi was once the number one tiger general of the Great Holy Dynasty, he, as a general, had never been on the battlefield. Not only that, he was also very afraid of the battlefield.

Although Zhang Bo is determined to be the world, what he wants to do is to rule the world, not to conquer the world.

When he saw his father being seriously injured and was carried into the house with blood, he had already clearly realized how cruel the war was. It was at that time that he understood that war could not make the country strong. A truly powerful country should be prosperous and prosperous.

So at that time, he vowed to be a civil servant, not a military general.

But due to his identity as a general's son, from the moment he was born, almost everyone hoped that he would one day take over his father's Pojun gun and become the new tiger general.

Finally, he was sixteen years old and took the Pojun gun that was as wished as others, but he was not ready to go to the battlefield in his heart, so he chose to apply for the Imperial College and be loyal to the second prince, in order to be a civil servant, a civil servant who governs the country and safeguards the world.

It is precisely because of this that he went against the wishes of his father and the family, and the battlefield became his inner demon.

The hot blood sputtered from all directions and sprinkled on Zhang Bo's body, hands and face.

The smell of blood filled the mouth and nose, which was disgusting. Zhang Bo closed his eyes and did not dare to see the horrible scene of a knife cracking his chest and back.

But things went against my wishes. A soldier from Haoguo was seriously injured and fell to him all of a sudden. He grabbed his ankle as if he had grabbed the last straw. He roared in pain, "General!"

Zhang Bo opened his eyes in shock and saw a bloody face. The moment he opened his eyes, the Pojun gun in his hand seemed to be suppressed for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it back. He pricked out like a dragon and stabbed towards the enemy soldiers independently.

Zhang Bo's face changed drastically, and his hostility on the battlefield has been nourished for more than 30 years, which has also made the Pojun Gun have a spirituality. He does not even need the master to control the killing of the enemy.

But Zhang Bo didn't want to do this. He didn't want to stay on the battlefield. With his intelligence and intelligence, he naturally knew that this was just an illusion of the mirage demon. Since it was an illusion, he could not hurt himself. He needed to find an opportunity to break the demon in his heart.

The first method Zhang Bo thought of to get out of the illusion was to not kill, not kill any one. Only in this way can the inner demon be eliminated. Otherwise, once he killed someone, he would fall deeper and deeper, and be pulled into the bloody killing and could never look back.

So at the moment when Pojun's gun was moved, he immediately used all his strength to stab the spear into the soil and suppressed it tightly, "I don't want to kill anyone!"

At this moment, a long roar came from the army. Zhang Bo looked up and his face changed.

He saw a man riding alone and stabbing into the enemy camp with a gun. His spear was swinging like the wind. He killed one back and forth between a few breaths, and he couldn't tell who it was.

The appearance of the man almost instantly calmed the situation of the battle. Several enemy generals died tragically. The soldiers of Haoguo were greatly motivated and won the victory in this battle in one fell swoop.

After a while, when the damn person was almost dead, Zhang Bo saw the man turning around and walking towards him, his vague figure was very similar to a person.

"Father?"

Zhang Bo was a little confused. After the man approached, he saw the other person's face clearly and was stunned.

It was not his father Zhang Muzhi, but himself, Zhang Bo, who was wearing Huaguang armor and holding a Pojun gun.

Zhang Bo looked cold and looked down at him in front of the horse, and said arrogantly, "Did you see it?"

You could have become the number one general in the Hao Kingdom, with tens of thousands of people under one person and leading a million soldiers to the north. Even the Liang and Chu Kingdoms dare not underestimate them. Why should you be a civil servant who only knows how to be a quainted word?”

Zhang Bo came back to his senses from the shock, looked at the person who looked exactly like him, and calmed down for a long time, and finally suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

The other party asked.

Zhang Bo didn't care about him. He waited until he smiled and took a deep breath and said lightly, "At the first time I saw you, I really thought you were me, but now it seems that you are just a phantom."

The other party sneered, "You are quite smart, but since this battlefield is your inner demon, I am the obsession deep in your heart. Since I appear here, it means that you still have the idea of ​​going to fight to kill the enemy in your heart."

Hearing this, Zhang Bo chuckled, "No, it used to be, but now it's gone."

As he said this, Zhang Bo turned his head and looked at the lonely battlefield, "If it were my obsession, you should know why I chose this way. Since you know, you shouldn't have appeared here. Since you have appeared, it means you are not obsessed."

Zhang Bo pulled out the Pojun spear inserted into the soil and looked at himself coldly on the horse's back, "This battlefield is not my inner demon, you are, you are my guilt for my father, the guilt for the expectations of the world, and the biggest stumbling block that hindered my steps!"

As he said that, Zhang Bo thrust the Pojun gun in his hand, "If you kill you, even if you completely kill my inner demon, no one will be able to stop me from supporting the prosperity of the Hao Kingdom!"

Hearing this, the inner demon sneered, "Zhang Bo, Zhang Bo, you are really stubborn. I am living with you. I want to kill me and dream in the daytime!"

As the words fell, on the battlefield, the soldiers of Haoguo who were celebrating suddenly turned to look at Zhang Bo. Black gas spread out from their armor. Not only them, but also the bones of the soldiers who had already soldiers, whether it was Haoguo, Liangguo or Chu, suddenly stood up in distortion, and the black gas lingered.
Chapter completed!