God of Learning is in Hand, I Have the World

Zhuang Li waited outside for a while before Le Zhengming came out from behind the screen. He was wearing a pure black shirt, a copper belt with a tiger's head and dragon scales around his waist, and a pair of dust-free shoes on his feet. Leather boots, really tall and mighty, imposing momentum.

Zhuang Li covered half of his face and tried his best to hold back a smile. Obviously, this person has deliberately dressed up, and should come out wearing the most handsome clothes.

So he picked up a bright red cloak that was casually placed on the screen, and joked: "How about you put this on too?"

Le Zhengming looked at the little curly hair expressionlessly, as if he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but his ears were so red that blood dripped.

Zhuang Li turned his head away, looked outside the tent, his thin lips couldn't stop rising. Long time no see, my lover is still so indifferent.

Silence spread between the two, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward, but there was some joy and intimacy that ordinary people could not understand.

At this moment, there was a noise outside asking to see the general, mixed with hoarse cries.

Zhuang Li stood up subconsciously, but his shoulder was pressed hard by his lover.

Le Zhengming urged: "Stay here and don't move, I'll go outside to see the situation." Finally, he grabbed the big knife on the table and strode out.

Zhuang Li craned his neck to look out, but saw that the deserters were kneeling in the open space not far away, kowtowing to the main tent, and tears were flushed out of two grooves on his dusty face.

"General, we are sorry for you!"

"General Xie left us a way of life. We escaped from the battle and deserved death!"

"We got it wrong, General!"

These people kowtowed and apologized, with guilt and remorse in their eyes. Many soldiers gathered around and pointed at them with contempt.

Le Zhengming raised his hand and made a stop gesture, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know where you are wrong?"

"It's our fault that we should not discard our comrades." One of the deserters lowered his head and muttered softly.

"No, you still don't understand what's wrong with you. It's not your comrades who have been abandoned by you, but your family members. You escaped from the battle because you wanted to return to your hometown to reunite with your wives and children? Then you know that Guancheng behind you, There are hundreds of thousands of people there, who are also other people's fathers, other people's wives, and other people's sons.

"Of course we can retreat today and ignore Guancheng.

"However, when the Jie people break through Guancheng, will they give up their ambition to annex Wei? No, this great victory will only ignite their desires, stimulate their ambitions, and make them even crazier.

"Guess what they will do next?"

The soldiers looked at each other, their lips trembling slightly, as if they had already thought of the terrible answer.

Le Zhengming said in a serious tone: "Yes, as you think, they will continue to move forward, straight into our county, straight into our capital, and crush the mountains and rivers of Wei State. There are our fathers, mothers, and wives. , children!

"Today we gave up Guandu and Guancheng, so tomorrow, will we also give up the capital and all counties? At that time, who will protect our father, mother, wife, and children? You flee back to reunite with them, has no meaning?"

After hearing these words, all the soldiers asked themselves in their hearts: Yes, if even those of us who were defending against foreign enemies escaped, where would Wei State have a safe and happy land? What are we soldiers for? After we escaped, if our relatives in our hometown were slaughtered by aliens, who would save them?

For a time, the noisy barracks was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

After a while, one of the deserters covered his face and wept loudly. He was ashamed and ashamed.

More cries were mixed in intermittently, forming a torrent of mourning and remorse.

Le Zhengming stabbed the big sword in his hand fiercely on the ground, and swore: "I, Le Zhengming, wish to defend Guandu and never retreat. If you want to leave, you can leave now. I will never stop you. If you want to stay, you will fight with me. The last drop of blood! I have no regrets for dying for thousands of compatriots and protecting my family and relatives!"

The big sword let out a long sound, and it sank seven or eight inches into the ground, directly piercing a rock buried here.

Everyone looked at the trembling hilt of the sword, and then looked at the rock-solid face of the general, and then pulled out the big swords one by one, raised them to the sky, and shouted loudly: "We are willing to follow the general to the death and fight Guandu! We will never retreat!"

The huge sound rushed into the sky, scaring away the vultures hovering in the air waiting to peck at the corpse.

This piece of face with dust, blood, and beacon smoke, finally formed a majestic Great Wall. The Great Wall will keep danger out of reach of the common people unless the enemy cuts them to pieces.

Zhuang Li watched this scene silently through the door curtain, his eyes were hot and his heart was throbbing. This is his lover, with a steel-like will, a courage to fight against death, and a sense of mission to protect one side of the world.

"System," he asked in his mind: "Does the ninth prince selected by the Lord God have such a mind and courage?"

7480 stalked for a long time before saying: "Nine princes certainly have the mind and daring."

"Yes, his mind is to mutilate Zhongliang, and his spirit is to collude with foreign enemies to sell the country. He is really good." Zhuang Li lightly rubbed the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and said, "I like the Ninth Prince a little bit."

7480's knees softened and he almost fell to his knees.

This phrase is all too familiar. Once the host says yin and yang that he likes someone, someone will definitely have bad luck!

No, no, the ninth prince is far away in Guancheng, the host can't see him at all, and three days later, the army of the Jie clan attacked, and the host has no chance to survive. He was intentionally scary, he was going to die soon!

Thinking like this, 7480 slowly returned to calm.

Forty thousand horses fought against an army of 180,000, and it would be strange if they could win!

---

Le Zhengming has a strong personality, and with just a few words, he has stabilized the morale of the army and boosted morale.

But that night, he did something with a conscience. He left the little curly hair in his tent to sleep, and in the middle of the night, he wrapped the person in a blanket, bypassed the patrolling soldiers, and rode his horse to the dense forest five miles away.

"Have you seen this road? Follow it for another seven or eight miles, and there will be a small village. You rest in the village for half a night. After dawn, hire a coachman to take you to Guancheng, and then take a detour to Kaifeng. It will be safer there. There are often wars in Guandu, and the beasts in the forest have all run away, so you don't have to worry about encountering danger. This package contains a few gold ingots, a few silver ingots, a bag of pearls, a bag of gems, save it Flowers are enough for you to live a lifetime."

Le Zhengming hugged the sleepy little curly hair on the back of the horse, wrapped it in a blanket, and urged, "Let's go and live a good life."

Zhuang Li, who thought that his lover left himself in the tent to play with guns: "..."

The indignant 7480: "I'm a jerk, I'm going to report Le Zhengming! He actually cheated for personal gain! What's not to back down, I bah!"

Zhuang Li was equally disappointed and annoyed, and asked with a half-smile, "Do you want me to escape alone?"

"You're still young, it's not worth dying here." Le Zhengming slapped the horse's **** hard as soon as he finished speaking.

The well-trained warhorse immediately rushed into the dense forest.

Zhuang Li leaned back and was taken away, but when he rushed out four or five meters, he loosened the reins without hesitation and fell. Fortunately, thick weeds grew on both sides of the road, and the soft blanket also played a certain buffering role, so he was not injured.

Le Zhengming was startled, ran over quickly, took the little curly hair into his arms, and hurriedly asked, "Are you hurt? Where does it hurt? You must tell me if it hurts!" He checked carefully but quickly. Looking at all the vital parts of the young man, a layer of fearful cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhuang Li grabbed his collar tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't try to leave me alone!"

"Aren't you afraid? Then I'll give you a life." Le Zhengming held his delicate hand.

"That's right, I'm really afraid of death." Zhuang Li wanted to be angry and laughed again, and paused for a long time before saying, "But if I die with you, I don't feel bad."

"What do you mean by that?" Le Zhengming was stunned, his heart thumping and beating non-stop.

Zhuang Li pulled him away, got up, threw himself on his back, and ordered, "It means you have to take me back! I'll be where you are."

Le Zhengming was still squatting on the ground, and a vague idea flashed in his mind, which made him ecstatic, and also made him panic.

Zhuang Li squeezed his neck and urged impatiently: "Are you going? Look at me, is I handsome? Now there are wars everywhere, and you have given me so much gold and silver, so you are so sure. I won't meet bad people?"

Le Zhengming's body froze, and he immediately woke up. Yes, now the world is chaotic, rituals and music have collapsed, and foreign races outside the customs have invaded the Central Plains. They are a group of beasts. They will kill people and chop them down when they see them. Beautiful men and women will be captured and raised as animals.

The little curly hair is not ordinary handsome, what if he meets those barbarians?

Le Zhengming didn't dare to think deeply, but he didn't stand up immediately with the little curly hair on his back, but patiently said, "Get off my back first."

"I don't." Zhuang Li tightened his lover's neck.

Le Zhengming was almost out of breath, but he was not angry at all, and even laughed softly. He could only hold Little Curly's **** with one hand and **** around on the ground with the other. He finally found the blanket, swung it behind his back and wrapped Little Curly before standing up and walking forward.

It was cold at night, and he was afraid that the little curly hair would freeze.

He didn't dare to speak all the way, for fear that the previous guess was just his own delusion.

Zhuang Li tilted his head to look at him, and then gently blew his hot ears.

Le Zhengming's ears trembled and he almost fell, but he didn't say a word to stop him. That's it, what the little curly hair likes to do, he can't control it anyway.

The war horse ran for a while in the woods and then came back on its own, but Le Zhengming didn't ride on it. He likes to walk on the road that is engulfed by the night, as if there is no end, with little curly hair on his back. In this way, time may be stretched very long, very long...

However, he was accustomed to long-distance raids, no matter how slow he walked, he would still return to the camp within two quarters of an hour.

The two of them lay back down again.

Zhuang Li naturally rolled into Le Zhengming's arms and said confusedly, "Go to sleep."

In the first half of the night, Le Zhengming placed a quilt in the middle of the soft collapse, separating the two of them, and his body was so straight that he did not dare to move. But now, he couldn't control the hands he wanted to hug the little curly hair, and he couldn't control the pounding heart in his chest for this man.

He frowned tightly for a while, then raised the corners of his lips again, and fell into a light sleep after thinking about it for a long time.

At the same time, Zhuang Li was dreaming a dream of dim light and shadow, with black and white tones.

In the dream, he looked into a dark room through a thin door. A woman with loose hair was pressed to the ground by a tall man, who quickly put on a white silk ribbon, and then tightened it tightly. .

The woman's slender neck was pulled by Bai Ling and bent back, making an eerie cracking sound.

Her desperately wide eyes met Zhuang Li's eyes behind the crack of the door, so she shed two lines of red blood tears, and then silently shouted: "Li'er, run!"

The man severely strangled the woman's fragile neck, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, the muscles on the side of his cheek were tense, and his face distorted with murderous intent was as hideous as a ghost. If he could, he would like to break the woman's head directly.

Zhuang Li was clearly a bystander who had never met a woman before, but there was a destructive hatred and a chilling fear in his heart. He wanted to obey the woman and escape from this terrible nightmare, but was kicked in the back.

This forced him to slam into the dimly lit murder scene.

The man was not surprised at all when he saw him, but the woman was desperate and unwilling to break the last breath. Her cracked eye sockets were still oozing blood and tears, and her eyeballs almost fell out.

Zhuang Li sat paralyzed on the ground, his heart aching like a thousand knives.

A tall boy walked out from behind him and said with a smile, "Dad, he was peeking outside."

The man let go of the white silk and threw the woman's broken neck corpse aside at will, with a light tone: "Send him to join the army, so that he can die decently."

"Got it, Dad." The boy bowed his hands and turned around, revealing a face that was 70% similar to Zhuang Li's.

The corners of his lips were raised, and he smiled softly, but in Zhuang Li's eyes, he looked like a giant python with a wide mouth and a thin tongue with two forks, which could almost eat people.

The boundless fear burst in Zhuang Li's heart. The next second, he opened his eyes, only to find that he was being hugged tightly by his lover, and his back was being patted over and over again on his bone-chilling and trembling back.

Chapter 88 How Science Fights 05┃7480: It's all like this, and the host can even turn the tables.

"It's okay, it's okay, everything in the dream is fake." Le Zhengming gently stroked the back of the little curly hair, repeating the comfort over and over again.

"Everything in the dream is real," Zhuang Li raised his head, his voice extremely hoarse: "Zhuang Ran strangled my mother."

He has no doubt that the dream just now was the original owner's obsession in this body, and only such a deep hatred can last forever.

Le Zhengming hugged the little curly hair harder and harder, trying to comfort him, but was speechless for a while. Zhuang Ran only said that the eldest princess died of illness, but anyone with brains knew that he would definitely exchange the eldest princess' life for the new emperor's trust. How could it be possible to die at such a good time?

"Don't think about it anymore, just live well to live up to your mother's expectations." Le Zhengming said dryly.

"Zhuang Ran is not dead, how can I live?" Zhuang Li looked up at Le Zhengming, but there was no trace of tears on his face, but a strange smile.

"Zhuang Ran, Zhuang Xu, the ninth prince, and the new emperor, they must die!" Zhuang Li half sat up, his tone grim: "Look at what kind of beasts you are loyal to. They even have their own wives and children. They even exploited and oppressed the people like bulls and horses; and for the sake of power, they wantonly killed the loyal and the good, causing the family and country to be broken and the society to be in turmoil. Is it worth fighting to the death for them?"

"I'm not fighting to the death for them, I'm fighting for the people." Le Zhengming also sat up halfway and silently added in his heart: It's also for you. If I don't fight, who will protect you?

"Those are the people of the New Emperor, not yours." Zhuang Li sneered.

"I can make them my people." Facing this person, Le Zhengming revealed his ambitions for the first time.

Yes, he has long been disappointed with this decadent dynasty, and he has long wanted to change the world and level the mountains and rivers. It's a pity that his uprightness and bravery are still no match for the insidiousness and filth of some people. In order to get rid of him, they can take hundreds of thousands of people as hostages, as pawns.

When he withdraws, the people perish; when he dies, the people live.

How to choose, Le Zhengming already had the answer in his heart.

He looked at the little curly hair nervously, waiting for the other party's reaction. With half the blood of the royal family flowing in their bodies, they were supposed to be enemies of each other.

Zhuang Li smiled happily at this depressed moment. He has always known that his lover has a sense of mission, but also has a cold decision. He will not offer his loyalty to a decadent dynasty, he is only loyal to this land, because he is the **** of this land.

The more he got to know this person, the more Zhuang Li fell in love with him. He took the initiative to stretch out his hand, hugged Le Zhengming's neck, and involuntarily held the other's thin lips.

Le Zhengming was stunned.

Zhuang Li took advantage of the situation to pry open his teeth, drove straight in, and attacked the city...

Le Zheng meditated and pushed the little curly hair away, stretched out his hands, but hugged the person even tighter. This time, the two are completely inseparable.

"What the **** are you doing?" Le Zhengming asked breathlessly.

"We're all about to die, aren't we? Why do you still care so much, why don't you just have fun?" Zhuang Li smiled and bit his hot ears, his voice low and hoarse, revealing boundless temptation.

So, Le Zhengming also lost his mind at this moment, like a beast awakened, impatiently biting his prey.

A line of fire snakes jumped up in the air, about to burst into splendid fireworks, but stopped abruptly at the most beautiful moment.

Zhuang Li suddenly pushed Le Zhengming away and gasped, "Do you want to live with me?"

"Of course." Le Zhengming's eyes were full of bloodshots, and a few blue veins burst out on his forehead. He was afraid that he would injure Little Curly Hair either lightly or seriously.

"Very well, since you want to live with me, you have to listen to me in everything from tomorrow. I told you to go east, but you can't go west, do you hear?" Zhuang Li tapped his lover with his fingertips. Sweaty chest, he asked in a serious tone.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Le Zhengming tried his best to endure the burning in his body, and his desperate desire made it impossible for him to refuse any of the little curly hair's requests.

Only then did Zhuang Li stretch out his hand, embrace his lover in his arms again, kiss his hot and red ears, and murmur, "Okay."

---

The next day, Le Zhengming stood beside the bed, looking in shock at the messy bedding and the boy wrapped in the bedding as white as snow.

"I, we..." he said incoherently.

"Bring a pen and paper, I'll draw you a diagram of the formation. You will practice with the soldiers first. When the Jie people attack, you must fight according to my formation, understand?" Zhuang Li grabbed his lover. A robe casually placed on the edge of the couch and draped over the shoulders.

The black fabric lined his snow-white skin and little prints, and the picture was shockingly beautiful and dazzling.

Le Zhengming was stunned again, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "Don't make fun of the military aircraft..."

"What did you promise me yesterday?" Zhuang Li raised his jaw slightly, folded his arms, and the corners of his mouth evoked a smile that was not a smile.

Le Zhengming, who had to admit his fullness after eating and drinking: "..."

"I said that if we die together, I won't joke about our lives. Do you believe me?" Zhuang Li asked aggressively.

The last sentence prompted Le Zhengming to nod without hesitation: "I believe in you! I'll go get a pen and paper." The words fell and turned to the outside world.

He was not dazed by the beauty, nor did he break the jar and completely gave up hope of life. When the boy asked him whether he believed in him, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

The voice was extraordinarily firm and urgent, repeating over and over again: "Believe in him, believe in him! Don't have the slightest doubt. Believe in him..."

So he handed over the pen and paper like crazy, and at the same time tied the lives of himself and 40,000 soldiers to this person.

7480, who witnessed all this, gave a disdainful sneer, "Master, you have even used the beauty trick. The more you are, the more you go back. I want to see how you win this battle."

---

At the same time, Zhuang Ran, who was far away from Guancheng, said in a light tone, "This time, Le Zhengming will surely die."

Holding the teacup, the ninth prince chuckled: "Forty thousand remnant soldiers fought against 180,000 brave iron cavalry, he is really brave enough."

Zhuang Xu, who was sitting at the bottom, reminded warmly: "The Jie people have always been insidious and cunning. Although they have reached an agreement with us, they may not abide by it. We can leave this Guancheng to Xu Hui to prevent the Jie people from splitting up and attacking."

The ninth prince looked at Zhuang Xu with admiration: "It's still Mu Yun (Zhuang Xu's word) who is thoughtful. After lunch, we will lead the army back to Kaifeng."

The three agreed, and then quietly waited for the news of Le Zhengming's death.

As early as the first time he saw Le Zhengming, Zhuang Xu had reminded the ninth prince: "This person is very good-looking, every time I see him, I don't realize it.

At that time, Le Zhengming was just a fledgling lieutenant general, and Zhuang Xu was only thirteen years old, and he had never made a name for himself.

Three years later, one of them became the commander of a million troops, and the other became a heroic leader and soared into the sky.

Facts have proved that the two of them are by no means ordinary people, but it is a pity that Le Zhengming is brave and reckless. And Zhuang Xu expects things to be like a god, every step of the way, and has never made any mistakes.

Whether the two are strong or weak, finally has the answer at this moment.

"Master Zhuang, you have given birth to a good son." The ninth prince sighed sincerely.

Zhuang Ran, who was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, folded his hands and said with a smile: "Your Highness is wrong. Xu'er is still young and needs experience. Please take more care of you in the future." Having said that, his eyes were full of pride as a father.

As for the other son, he wanted to strangle himself to death.

---

After three days of training, Le Zhengming's army has been able to skillfully set up Zhuang Li's new moon formation, and the Jie people, by coincidence, attacked at this time. The sound of the war drums rumbled and roared, like thunder rolling in the sky, shaking the sky and rolling the earth.

Le Zhengming hurriedly ordered his troops to go out, but Zhuang Li was stopped by a strong man and carried his horse by the waist, and ran towards the mountain road.

"The general asked me to send the battle report to Guancheng, and I will take you there by the way. Guancheng may have a military disaster. If you believe the general's judgment, you should find a place to dismount and live in a remote village. Don't think about the past. From now on, you are not the son of the eldest princess, nor a little prince, you are just a commoner." The strong man explained as he rode his horse.

7480 was furious, and shouted unwillingly: "Ah, ah, ah, Le Zhengming, you fool! You are bad for me!"

Zhuang Li couldn't break free from the restraint of the strong man, so he had to persuade him: "It's not too late for us to stay and watch the battle. Don't you care about the general's safety?"

The strong man really hesitated, and after running for a while, he tightened the reins and turned back.

The two stood on a high hill and looked down. On a slightly lower slope, the two armies were gradually converging. The army with a large number formed a phalanx and dashed on its horses, while the army with a small number gradually formed a crescent moon in the process of rushing, blocking the phalanx, and then surrounded it again.

The red and blue shirts were mixed together, and it could be clearly seen with the naked eye.

The disparity in the number of people is a huge gap that cannot be bridged.

Zhuang Li glanced briefly and said, "It seems that only 80,000 of the 180,000 troops of the Jie clan have come. Where did the other 100,000 go?"

"Not good! Did they detour to Guancheng?" The strong man was shocked.

"Two people riding a horse can't run fast, you can deliver the letter alone, I'll wait for you here." Zhuang Li waved his hand.

The battle situation was urgent, and the strong man would not refuse at all.

Zhuang Li watched the strong man disappear on the rugged mountain road, then stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the battlefield below.

The red and blue colors have collided. One side has a large number of people and is strong; the other side forms a semicircle and looks very weak.

7480 smiled and said: "Master, Le Zhengming is going to die soon, how do you feel now? Will you be sad when you see his dead body? Will you cry? Will you collapse? Ah, just thinking about it Your desperate look makes me want to fly happily."

As he spoke, 7480 turned his chubby hands into a pair of bird wings and flew around the small dark room. It hasn't been this happy in a long time.

Zhuang Li ignored it, just curled his lips into a quiet smile.

The soldiers of Wei State who were fighting on the battlefield were already ready to be smashed to pieces, and naturally they were not afraid when they rushed to kill. They slashed at every enemy dangling in front of them, but as far as their eyes could see, there were more enemies standing in a dense crowd. They were roaring and roaring.

The crowd and the sound that gathered into a torrent can simply shake the world.

The fear was only for a moment. When the soldiers of Wei State saw General Le Zheng who was always fighting at the forefront, a bravery that was not afraid of death came to their hearts.

"Kill brothers! Kill all the Jie people!" They raised their swords and roared.

Then kill and kill, the 80,000-strong army of the Jie Clan was killed by them only an hour later and only a column of remnants remained. These people held the tattered Jie tribe wolf flag, stepped on the corpses of their comrades, and fled down the hillside in a panic.

Some people stumbled on their left feet and right feet, and fell several somersaults; some threw their knives and guns, hugged their heads, and ran; some fell directly from their war horses, twisting their necks. They have been killed out of their inner demons, and they cannot organize another attack at all.

This battle, which was doomed to be lost, ended just like that.

Soldier of Wei State who didn't know what happened: "..."

After killing the enemy, Le Zhengming, who wanted to take a breath and continue fighting again: "..."

They seemed, as if, victorious?

Everyone looked left and right, trying to find a companion. They thought that 40,000 horses would fight against an army of 80,000, and that only a few of them would die, and Wei would undoubtedly face a fiasco. But what they saw was very different from what they had imagined.

I saw that all around them were comrades in blue military uniforms, and a familiar face looked around in a stunned manner, and then shouted the names of those close to them:

"Liu Daniel! Are you there?"

"I'm here!"

"Er Gouzi, Ergouzi of Zhaojiazhuang, are you there?"

"I'm here!"

"Pang Fu, are you there?"

"I am also here!"

Many people survived without becoming a mountain of corpses.

Finally, when the battle damage report was submitted, Le Zhengming was surprised to find that his army of 40,000 people still had 27,000 people left.

One-third of the soldiers of an army died in a war. This loss is not too big, but looking back at the original number of 80,000 people, now there are only a few thousand Jie tribe troops left. This battle loss Simply not worth mentioning.

They won, and they won so beautifully, so quickly, so . . . inexplicably.

When the soldiers of Wei State on the battlefield scratched their heads and wondered, Zhuang Li had his hands behind his back and slowly walked down the mountain.

7480: "..."

Kneel, kneel! It's all like this, how can the host turn around? !

7480 is condescending, and naturally sees it more clearly than others. The Jie tribe is indeed twice as many as the Wei soldiers. But I don't know why, they can only keep lingering in place, unable to move forward at all. When the Wei people slashed at them frantically, they only tried their best to resist, and were completely unable to dodge.

To put it more nasty, they are like a flock of sheep. When surrounded by wolves, they only know how to bleat, and they don't even have the ability to bite back.

But God knows, in the script written by the Lord God, this group of Jie people is simply a group of beasts. They met gods and killed gods, met Buddhas and killed Buddhas. They were blocked from the capital until they met the Ninth Prince, and finally signed a truce contract and left the Central Plains in despair.

They should have killed Le Zhengming, instead of being killed by Le Zhengming's mere 40,000 horses, leaving only a single column of defeated soldiers.

It's messed up, the plot is messed up again! What the **** did the host do!

7480 flew around in the small dark room and accidentally hit the wall, breaking a pair of bird wings.