After Li Jinglong left, Qianhu looked at the coach's back with some shame, then turned to look at his subordinates who were sitting around the fire, covering their mouths and noses with wet cloths they bought from who knows where.
Then, with a smile on his face, he walked to the fire.
"Brothers, squeeze into a place!"
After saying that, he sat down next to a few veterans.
Several veterans raised their heads slightly, twitched their eyelids, and greeted him.
"When the Tatars came up during the day, thanks to a few... cough! cough! cough!"
Just as Qianhu was about to speak, the strong and pungent smell of burning kerosene suddenly poured into his nasal cavity, causing him to cough uncontrollably, his chest and abdomen trembling, and tears came out of his eyes.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Qianhu was coughing.
"Hahaha!" the veterans were laughing.
Among the soldiers, Li Dawang, who was in the leeward position, saw this and said, "Sir, please sit here with me. I can't smell the wind at my leeward!"
"This guy is a kind man!"
Qianhu admired in his heart, and just as he was about to move over, he heard a veteran beside him say angrily, "You baby, you are so well-intentioned!"
Suddenly, Qianhu understood.
Among these people, Li Dawang was the youngest, and these veterans let him sit where he could not choke from the smoke. It was a kind of care from veterans to young soldiers. The care of the elders to the young, the care of the top to the bottom.
If he sat over and asked Li Dawang to go away, wouldn't he become a bastard who sat on the heads of these soldiers and shit?
"What can you do if you sit there? This cigarette can choke me to death?" Qianhu said foul language, and the faces of the veterans beside him softened a lot.
"Come on, brothers!" Qianhu took out a paper bag from his arms with some pain. As soon as he opened it, the eyes of the people around him suddenly lit up.
"Brown sugar?" a veteran exclaimed.
Not to mention that in today's military formation, even in ordinary days, this brown sugar is a good thing for these big-headed soldiers. Not to mention this kind of brown sugar, the milk skins that the Tatars carry with them on the battlefield are all made of the same type.
Good stuff.
Sometimes, soldiers who are usually as close as brothers would break their heads for this sweet bite.
"My aunt gave it to me when I left Beijing!" Qianhu said with some sigh, "She said it's cold in the north and asked me to boil water with brown sugar to drink it when I'm cold!"
"Grandma, why don't I have such a good aunt?" The veteran next to him laughed evilly, and the meaning of his words was somewhat unclear.
Qianhu didn't take it seriously and continued, "Both my parents died when I was young, and I grew up under my uncle's knees. They worked hard to support me in my education, but in ten years of hard work, I couldn't even pass the exam. Later, I had no choice but to continue studying.
After accomplishing nothing, I decided to join the army and become a soldier!"
"To me, my aunt is my mother. She and my uncle are old, and my military salary can be used to support them!"
Hearing this, the eyes of the veterans around him became much softer.
A filial person and a conscientious person will be looked down upon by others no matter where he is. Even if he has no ability, he should be a good person. On the contrary, even if a person has extraordinary ability, if he has no conscience and is not filial, this will
People don't deserve respect either.
"Come!" Qianhu handed the brown sugar to a veteran next to him, "Brother, get some hot water and soak it for the brothers to warm themselves up!"
"Your aunt gave it to you..."
"We are all brothers!" Qianhu looked at everyone and said sternly, "Although I just came out of school and have never fought in a war, since I have become a soldier, I know the meaning of brothers!" As he said this, he glanced at everyone.
, smiled and said, "Dawang knows not to eat alone, how can I let a baby compete?"
"Besides, we have a life-long friendship, so what does a pack of brown sugar mean? When we get our military pay, my brothers and I will have a good drink. Even though I am a scholar who suffered from a plague, my drinking capacity may not be inferior to that of you killers!
"
"Hahaha!" The people around laughed again.
After waiting for a while, an old soldier found a clay pot and put it directly on the fire. The brown sugar water inside was sizzling and smelling sweet.
The soldiers all watched eagerly, swallowing secretly and licking their tongues.
At this time, a few crooked veterans from other teams came over following the smell and said boldly, "Hey, what is this?" Then, his eyes lit up, "Sugar water? Give me a quick sip!"
The man who spoke had scars all over his face and looked like he was from a hundred households in his clothing. Several veterans glared at him, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Where are you from?" Qianhu stood up and stared at Baihu who was about to fight against the autumn breeze.
"I am........"
"Pah!" Qianhu rounded his arms and said, "Damn it, if you don't call me a master when you see me, who will give you the courage!" With that, he kicked the man on the head with a bang.
Kicked, "Go back to your place, or I will kill you!"
Needless to say, the way he acted and added the official title really frightened the other party. Those people left angrily.
"Okay!" A veteran gave Qianhu a thumbs up and said with a smile, "The person who came to fight the autumn wind just now is named Zhang San, but he is a well-known desperado in the army, and you actually let him deal with it!"
"If you love someone, you can't get pricked by our brothers!" Qianhu laughed and coughed violently as he spoke.
"Come on, boss!" The veteran used the term "head" for the first time and handed over a wet cloth, "Cover your mouth and nose!"
Qianhu took it and felt it was sticky, wet and full of fishy smell, "What does it smell like?"
"Hehe!" the veteran said with a bad smile, "Don't mess with the hot water. Oh my god, it got soaked by peeing!"
Qianhu felt sick, but he smiled and said, "Cao, have you been missing your mother-in-law lately? Your urine smells so damn dirty!"
"Hahaha!" The campfire was full of laughter from the soldiers.
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Under the night, the long black dragon marched hard in the snow. The soldiers dragged their tired horses and gritted their teeth. At the front of them, the battle flag of the Ming Dynasty fluttered in the dark night.
"Zhentai, why don't we let the brothers take a breather?" Deputy General Sheng Yong said to the worried general Ping An.
Ping An's armor was covered with frost, and he had a worried look on his face, "No, if we don't hurry up, that kid Li Jinglong can't stop us!"
He was really afraid of what would come. He clearly placed Li Jinglong at the back, but he didn't expect that in the end, Li Jinglong would have to use those few people to withstand the Tatar counterattack.
He had two intentions when he ditched Li Jinglong. Firstly, he didn't want to look at his kid because he was afraid that he would become a burden to him if he fought him. Secondly, he knew how much the kid weighed. Don't look at the guy who raided Wu when he was in Datong.
Lanchabu made great achievements in battle, but anyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on, but it's all deception and can't be counted.
But God's calculations were not as good as those of others. A heavy snowstorm cut off the communication route, and some misunderstanding on the part of the Route Army allowed the Tatars to break through.
Now, Li Jinglong turned out to be the only hope for annihilating the Tatars.
"Speed up!" Ping An ordered loudly.
He was really afraid, really afraid that Li Jinglong couldn't bear it.
No matter how you say it, Li Jinglong is also the son of the emperor's nephew and a close official of the emperor's grandson.
If something bad happens, he will definitely bear the responsibility.
Suddenly, a horse riding in the dark came from ahead.
"Report, press the platform! Thirty miles ahead, we will reach Liugenburg. The Tatar army seems to be preparing for a night battle!"
This chapter has been completed!