The world is for the public GL

The old soldier turned his eyes away and clasped his hands tightly: "You are from Nanliang, and it belongs to Nanliang, and all it eats is given by Nanliang. force."

"Brother seems to have been here for a long time."

"Fifty-eight years."

"That happened to be two battles for you."

"No, what I'm afraid of staying here is that they won't come."

"Why is that?"

The veteran was silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth: "I won't be afraid of you laughing if I say it, anyway, many people know about it."

The veteran ten years ago was not a sentinel. He went to the top of the wall at night to look at the 20 army, and then thought about the 6 soldiers in the pass, and he was afraid.

No matter how scared.

He was not considered a soldier at first, he was just a handyman in the kitchen, the war was tight, and everyone had to fight.

He had never killed anyone before, and he would half-close his eyes to kill a chicken.

The above said that there is a huge disparity in the strength of the troops. Where can you cook if the city gate is broken? In short, give him a big knife and force him to go.

Seeing that 20 soldiers were stationed under the city, he was so imposing that he went down the tower with shaking legs, and hid back to the usual miscellaneous office.

Jingxuanguan, the place of heavy defense, has been a strong military station since the beginning of the □□, and there are many darkrooms for storing food.

There were a few places that were quite secretive, so he couldn't hold back and hid in.

At the moment of the war, it's just that there is one less leader, and no one cares.

He hid inside but was always afraid, afraid that some people who had a good time might ask him where he went, thinking that his brothers in the army were getting along well.

He hid until the second day and saw that there was no sound of enemy troops coming to search, and the surroundings were very quiet, so he came out secretly at night.

When he came out again, there were scattered people in the pass, no one knew him, and no one asked him where he had gone.

There was a mountain of corpses outside the pass, and everyone was digging corpse pits in silence. He also went to help, wondering why the soldiers' bones were buried outside the pass.

Few people in the army mentioned that battle again, and he didn't know the details until it spread from the people.

"I can't eat during the day, and I can't sleep at night."

He had already returned home and couldn't feel at ease day and night. Unfortunately, those who marched with his accomplices all asked to die, but he fled. .

I dare not marry a wife, dare not meet people, so I can only come back and stand on the wall every day, looking at my comrades in arms.

Dongchi's coming to fight is a bad thing for Nanliang, but it is an opportunity for him to redeem his conscience.

There are so many stories today, but it's a pity that Bai Yunmo didn't drink, otherwise he should have respected General Zhou and this eldest brother.

Zisang patted the heavy snow, stepped on the thin snow under his feet and went back to the tent, leaning on the armor to sleep.

After the north wind blew, the snow accumulated thicker and thicker, and it fell even harder. It was only half an inch thick in the first few days, but now it can already bury half of your knees.

Even though it was snowing heavily, the drills continued as usual. Fortunately, the terrain in Nanliang was fertile, and the supplies were relatively adequate. After drinking hot porridge, rice noodles, the sergeants were still able to meet the needs of the war.

However, most people don't know what kind of enemy they will face, and they just think that there is the ever-victorious general Zhou Zai who can't go wrong.

On the shooting range, the sounds of strings and bows were interlaced, and the cheers were even louder.

When Kuang Xun heard the sound, he came over and saw that everyone was surrounding the boy named Zhaohe.

The bow in the boy's hand looks very good.

The first arrow hit the heart, the second shot hit the heart and even knocked down the first arrow,

Zhou Zai also stood up silently: "That's all she has."

Thinking of the last time when the usually lazy person in the hunting ground hit the center with an arrow, he really thought about it or it was just a coincidence.

Comparing it now, it seems that it is indeed as good as expected, and there are more than one or two differences from ordinary women.

"Your Majesty is so selfish in letting her stay by your side this time."

Kuang Xun has always said something, especially in front of Zhou Zai, he seldom concealed it: "Or just let you grind her temper that only cares about her own happiness."

"And do you know what kind of temper she is?"

"Hey, there are too many young people who have been born and died around Kuang Xun. Almost all children are like her, not to mention she is a little different from ordinary people."

"How is she different?"

"Don't fight for power, don't be greedy for profit, and want to be a person who is pure-hearted and ascetic, forgetting the world and so on."

Zhou Zai let out a laugh again. It's been ten years since I've seen him. The old general, who is always bold and rough, can actually see people in a subtle way. It's really strange: "That's not like what you said."

"Hey, you have seen through my vulgar person. There is such an old man who said it. You should know it, Mr. Qingyang."

The emperor's former teacher, who once lived in Taiguo Temple, was Zisang's master of reading.

Like to wander around, whereabouts are uncertain.

"He has also been here?" Zhou Zai was a little surprised. In the sixth year, the king issued a letter to kill the son, and Mr. Qingyang went into the palace in civilian clothes.

Afterwards, they arrived at Jingxuan Pass, and it seemed that they had known everything beforehand.

Kuang Xun nodded: "Well, that old man has some skills. He said that since Chi Yu dared to write an edict against himself, there must be a day when he will make a comeback."

"Then Qingyang left anything to say?" Since it was a good idea, there should be a perfect plan.

Kuang Xun said happily: "I didn't leave any words, so I drank for a few nights, and then I sang a song and left, saying that everything is man-made, and good fortune is free."

Or Mr. Qingyang left a message for the late king.

Thinking of the king handing over the first Chuanjian and the country's seal to Zisang, Zhou Zai felt more and more that Mr. Qingyang was really clever.

What Qingyang said is also true, this young master Sang is always acting frivolous because he disdains power, money and lust, and doesn't want to fight and conflict with others, so he always keeps his eyes closed.

Who wouldn't want to be like this, maybe it's the right way to become a monk in a monastery.

But when one is alive in the world, one should do what ordinary people should do.

Ten arrows were fired in succession, but there was still only one arrow left in the bull's-eye, and the rest were all shot to the ground.

Seeing Zisang so neat, Shizhu was very envious: "Brother Zhaohe, please teach me the trick here."

"There is no trick, just pull a few hundred rounds a day."

She had no one to teach her back then, so she could only draw a broken bow and ponder every day. Fortunately, Daxue was clever enough to run to get the arrow back by herself.

"It's useless to only know how to shoot arrows." Zhou Zai walked past with a gloomy expression. He could smile in front of the veteran, but he still maintained his usual seriousness in front of his subordinates.

Zisang bowed the good he brought out from the palace, turned around and looked at Zhou Zai with some doubts in his eyes.

"It's better for you to practice more horsemanship."

Zhou Zai pointed to the unsharp sword testers sitting on horses in the distance, and patted Zisang's armor: "Go."

Shi Zhu was pulling a bow borrowed from someone else, pulling it hard until it reached a semi-circle, and then her face was flushed, seeing Zisang go away, she put it down and chased after him: "What to do, I can't even pull it away That bow."

"Eat more every day and carry a few buckets of water for the kitchen."

Zisang watched the horses slashing back and forth, feeling anxious and awkward.

Although she is good at shooting, she has never fought head-on with anyone. Zhou Zai ordered her to come to receive training in public, and she is not easy to disobey.

Sure enough, Zhou Zai followed, and tapped on the weapon rack next to him with his riding whip: "Choose one that is convenient for you."

The shelf was full of all kinds of unsharp weapons, she could only choose one that looked lighter.

It was a little heavy to hold in the hand, but it was still heavy when I waved it in my hand: "I can use a bow."

"I'm three steps away from you now, do you think my sword is faster or your bow is faster?"

Far combat, sharp bow, close combat, fast sword.

Zisang pursed his lips and stopped talking, or Zhou Zai didn't want to see her showing off her bow every day, so he found something she was not good at.

Zhou Zai pushed her to the horse, and then told the instructor next to him: "The general's attendant, let her come to see me after she has practiced well. If she does not practice well, the military order will punish her. If she does not practice well, you are the only one to ask."

The instructor received the order, turned around to look at the handsome attendant in front of the horse, and roared: "Hurry up and get on the horse."

There is no need to blame Shizhu from coming to Jingxuan, but the frail people are sent back to the kitchen to do things, and they are lazy every day and follow behind Zisang.

Seeing Zisang got on the horse, her face was full of disappointment, so she encouraged her quickly and said, "Brother Zhaohe, come on."

Zisang didn't have time to respond to him, when a horse rushed towards him. She didn't know how to deal with it, so she unceremoniously slashed at him with a sword.

Zhou Zai hadn't gone far when he heard a scream in his ear, and turned his head to look at it.

I didn't expect to fall off the horse at the first time. I really need to practice more, I'm too squeamish.

In Shi Zhu's eyes, Big Brother Showa is that handsome man who is so handsome and full of bows when he pulls it casually. Seeing him being patted down, he was a little startled.

Fortunately, Xuehou was able to stand up after the fall. Zisang frowned and turned around to look, but he didn't know who hit him.

"If it was the enemy's sword just now, you won't be able to stand up now. If you are like this, you dare to say that you are a general's attendant, and you can't even ride a horse steadily."

The instructor shook his head and scolded people without showing any mercy. His roar was so loud that it scared Shi Zhu, who originally wanted to come to comfort Zisang, back to the side. .

There is a penalty for falling from a horse.

Pour water on the horse post, form a layer of ice, and chop it clean with bare hands.

After chopping, get on the horse again.

Although most of the people on the road follow Zhou Zai on horseback, they usually just walk at a small pace. This time they are all running around on the scene, and others are jumping in front of the horse.

After several laps like this, a pair of hands splitting piles turned red from the heel of the palm to the elbow.

Most of the riders practicing riding in the arena belong to the elite cavalry formation, but there is still a big difference in level compared to the general's attendant.

When speaking in front of this attendant who seemed to be inferior to him in every way, it was unavoidable to be a little mean: "I thought that the people around the general were all very powerful, but they were just good-looking."

"No, isn't this kid the one with the best accuracy on the shooting range?"

"What's the use of that, hey, are you capable of hitting a bull's-eye on a horse?"

She always speaks disapprovingly, leisurely, calmly, this time she can't do it.

It's okay for people to be contemptuous. When she was a hunter, she was often belittled when she went to Zhuang Town.

But this time she couldn't take it lightly, couldn't be calm.

When she was a hunter, she was ridiculed for her low status. She felt that it was okay, because she provided for herself, and there was nothing shameful about it.

Now in the army, what was ridiculed was not her status, but her genuine incompetence.

How can a soldier who can't even ride a horse dare to be the first, and what qualifications does the enemy have at the moment?