Fifty-two people gathered outside the Dimuli Gate. In a small town, such a gathering is extremely rare, because everyone has their own things to do, and each teacher's arrangements are different. But today, they all greeted their specific teachers and wanted to fight for their country. Even the most stubborn teachers did not stop them, not because of the patriotism in their hearts, but because they knew the result.

No matter how flexible the school's rules were, they would not allow the fifty-two students who had walked up the mountainside to participate in a battlefield of that scale. The battle between countries was not like the alliance formed by Wang Haoran before, so it was not easy for them to intervene. But they could let them go to Di Muli, and the teachers only had to wait for the outcome and watch the excitement.

It was morning now, and visiting in the early morning was obviously not a wise decision, but the students did not notice that many teachers were standing on the roof, waiting to see the students they were responsible for come out with sad faces. Their task was to comfort and guide, but it did not affect their secret happiness. Senior Dimuli would not show mercy when teaching people a lesson!

Demuli often said that it is not a bad thing for young people to suffer more losses and be scolded, only in this way can they have something to say to their juniors in the future. After all, the words he used to teach others were also picked up when his predecessors scolded him. He did not expect that such a lesson would be used until now and in the future.

As Xia Xiao and Wang Ling looked at each other and agreed on their words for the last time, the gate opened without being pushed. With the wall and the gate closed, they could not see the scene in the courtyard at all, and could not feel the presence of their predecessors. Seeing their predecessors coming, they stood up straight, and they were not good at imitating the team style of staggering.

"Hey, if I didn't know why you came, I would have thought you were looking for a fight with me!"

Xia Xiao smiled apologetically. Even if he used all his strength, he couldn't beat Senior Di Muli. The latter walked back to the courtyard, muttering that he shouldn't have told them his address, and let them in.

There was no sheepfold in the yard, so the white lamb stood on the lawn, chewing a juicy rock candy apple. The lamb had a brass bell tied around its neck, and when it looked up and down, it made a crisp sound, attracting everyone's attention and causing everyone to turn their eyes away. They had all been to the Wild Beast's Tail Corner, and they all knew how powerful this lamb was, and they also knew that he had a direct relationship with the legendary dean. Presumably, this was why he still liked to eat apples.

When the lamb saw Xia Xiao and the others coming and bowing to him, he tilted his head and became confused. But looking at Dimuli, he was clearly a bad boy, but he acted like a senior. It was really hard to stand. However, he acted more and more like a real senior. Maybe this is what humans call growth, and he will never grow up.

"Senior, we have so many people that we won't go in."

When Xia Xiao spoke, Di Muli just walked up the steps and stood in front of the hall. He turned around and looked at the fifty-two people with a calm expression.

"Okay, then send a representative to tell me how you plan to impress me."

Because the seniors knew everything, their request would not bring any surprise or shock of determination. But it was okay, at least the seniors had considered it many times before reaching their conclusion. They believed that although Di Muli had rejected students before, because of the special situation at present and Xia Xiao was there, he could change his mind.

Dimuli had seen through Wang Ling's wishful thinking, but he still listened to Wang Ling:

"Senior, if the Southern Merchants go to war, the world will be devastated. We have a chance to stop this war, so we want to try."

"Wang Ling, you are the prince of Nan Shang, you shouldn't say such things, right? I have a general understanding of the current situation. Nan Shang is obviously stronger than the Great Xia Alliance. As long as you don't interfere, or stop Xia Xiao and the others in the academy, Nan Shang will definitely win. Why bother?"

There was a hint of amusement in Dimuli's eyes, which made Wang Ling stand straight in front of everyone and answered:

"Although I am a prince, I do not support this war. War cannot solve any problems. Nanshang and Daxia are also countries that were formed naturally in history. There is no historical grudge between them."

"Then tell me, how are you going to stop it?"

"As long as you approve, we will arrive at the western part of Daxia at the same time. With the strength of fifty-two of us, although it is difficult to resist the Southern Merchants' army, it may attract their attention. Then we can use the excuse of the academy mission to make Southern Merchants and Daxia stop at the same time and avoid the war for the time being."

Seeing Dimuli frowning, Wang Ling knew he had a chance. He was trying to lead Senior Dimuli to his own path. The latter did fall into the trap, but it was intentional. He sat on a simple wooden chair and shook his head.

"The academy can't lie for you. Also, is it unjust for you to help the Great Xia Alliance stop the war without leaving Nan Shang? My academy focuses on educating talents. I have said before that if one day you really need to make a choice, you can sacrifice the academy appropriately to protect your own interests. Just don't slander or leak secrets. But I don't like you doing this, and I don't support you. You are now obligated to do what a prince should do at the most critical moment for Nan Shang!"

"In other words, Senior wants me to fight on behalf of Nan Shang?"

"Compared to the unrealistic fantasy of stopping the war, this statement is more realistic. As the prince of Nan Shang, you must do this regardless of your responsibility or obligation."

Wang Ling played some clever tricks, and when the students heard what Dimuli said, they were all excited!

As long as the seniors agreed, they could leave the academy. They knew they couldn't stop the war, even if Wang Ling was the prince of Nanshang, he couldn't influence it at all, they could only fight on behalf of their respective countries. This battle was an unknown matter of life and death, but the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and they must show some effect in this battle.

"But tell me, when you are on the battlefield, how do you deal with the other side?"

Dimuli looked at Wang Ling, then at Xia Xiao, raised his chin and said:

"How do you deal with Xia Xiao? Xia Xiao, how do you think we should deal with Wang Ling?"

"beat!"

Xia Xiao and Wang Ling said in unison, causing Di Muli to laugh:

"You got the lines right, but the battlefield is not a stage play. There is no chance or time for you to rehearse. I do agree that you should present yourself from the perspective of the country, but I will not let you leave the academy. You are not capable of joining the war now, so don't torture yourself."

Dimuli's sudden denial and blow shocked everyone. When Xia Xiao and Wang Ling wanted to speak, this experienced senior said:

"You now think you can make a difference, but you are just exaggerating your status as a student of the academy. But once you leave the academy and go to the battlefield, what are you? You are not strategists, but warriors, and warriors must obey orders. Do you think you can still speak for yourself or express your opinions on the battlefield like you do now?"

"Wang Ling, you cannot represent Nan Shang on the battlefield. Even if you are a prince, the Nan Shang army only recognizes generals and princes. A dozen soldiers may listen to you privately, and a hundred soldiers dare not disobey you. But if the number of soldiers exceeds a thousand or even ten thousand, it is not a squad, but a real army! You should know what this simple term means. You must know better than me how strict the discipline of the Nan Shang army is."

"The army is like an arrow without a crossbow, controlled only by the strong wind in the sky. Even if you get close to them, you are just a sharp blade pushed forward by the wave of Nanshang, and you have no other function. Xia Xiao, if you haven't comprehended the word stability left by Hu Bugui, don't run outside. I don't want to tear your scars, but you know how dangerous the outside world is. As long as Ah Zhu is injured and can't hide your breath, the darkness that is ready to move may cover you up."

Wang Ling and Xia Xiao were stunned, not because of their own wavering consciousness, but because they were thinking about how to refute. They must fight for the opportunity to leave the academy today! But other students had miserable images of themselves flashing through their minds, either lying on the ground being trampled by soldiers, or covered in blood.

In the fierce battle, no one would protect them because they were disciples of the academy. Even if they wanted to, they might not be able to do so. Even if they were respected in the camp, in the chaos of the battle, no matter whether they were men or women, no matter how they looked, it was useless! Unless they showed their thighs and breasts, dressed sexy, and acted harmless, they could arouse people's desire for protection and escape. But no one was ashamed to do such a trick.

"Senior, as you said, if we can't help our country at this critical moment, isn't that even more serious? The academy has given us a reshaped grace, which is hard to repay. But our country has also nurtured us, which is more important than Mount Tai. If we don't go back, we will appear to be mean and low, and be criticized by others. More importantly, we have that responsibility, just like you said before, everyone present should appear in the army at this time and lead their people to rush to the other camp!"

The eyes of the fifty-two people all lit up, as if they agreed with Wang Ling's statement.

"Senior, I know we might lose our lives on the battlefield, but we can't retreat."

"It is reasonable for you to go back. With your current strength, it is difficult to turn the tide, and you cannot determine the final outcome, but you can boost morale."

Everyone had hope again, but Dimuli's expression darkened and he smiled:

"But I won't let you go."

This contrast was vividly displayed by the hateful smile, which made everyone helpless. However, everyone was ready. They came three days before the war just to cheat with Dimuli and fight for the chance to go back. Seeing them sitting on the ground and not wanting to leave, Dimuli smiled and sat on the steps and ate an apple.

"It's been a while since there have been so many people in my yard. Feel free to sit down if you want. I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll accompany you to bask in the sun."

Seeing that Dimuli was not in a hurry, the fifty-two people started to get confused first. Once Dimuli noticed their emotions, he smiled even more. These green hands still wanted to confront him? They were so immature. But when the fifty-two people knelt on one knee, and even their left knee was about to fall, Dimuli got angry.

"Everyone stand up!"

Wang Ling took the lead in saying no. They hoped that Dimuli would give in, but the latter's shout made their scalps tingle and their hearts feel as if they were in hell. They circled several times under the pillar lit with the cold underworld fire.