In March, when grass grows and beetles fly, Hou Xuanyan defeated Yingwuwei and Feixiongwei, and took down Linhuai, the important city of Zhongdu, the remains in the Ministry of Remaining.

Linhuai and Fengyang are adjacent to each other. Standing on the Linhuai city tower, you can see the fortifications in the suburbs of Fengyang. Hou Xuanyan closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his thumb to relieve the pain. The battles made his back neck sore and he still didn't go to fight to kill the enemy in person. Hou Xuanyan said in a long sigh: "Thank you all these days, the soldiers are working hard. We have rested in Linhuai for three days, killing pigs and sheep to reward the three armies."

The news spread and the joy thundered, which scared the Qing soldiers in the distance so nervous that they thought the group of madmen were about to pounce on them again.

In Linhuai City, smoke was bursting in the cooking fires, and the army of the Northern Expedition, mainly thick soil camps gathered to cook meat and drink in front of the bonfire. Although the military discipline of the Northern Expedition Army was strict, there was no ban on alcohol, but there was no need to drink a lot. The men who had been away from home for a long time yelled around the bonfire in groups, and the people of Linhuai curiously looked at this unique army from their homes.

Hou Xuanyan sat alone in the central army tent, curled up, walked around his neck with one hand, and pinched his shoulders. The soreness kept harassing himself, like a stiff pillow, and it hurts when he moved.

Hu Bawan happily brought a bowl of fat, oily meat in and smiled and said, "Master, today I will slaughter pigs and eat meat in the camp. I will serve you a bowl."

Hou Xuanyan took a look and said, "Eighty thousand, my shoulders hurt so much. Come and press me."

The soldiers were eating outside happily, and suddenly heard a howl like a pig-killing sound from the central army tent, and they put down their bowls and chopsticks to look into the commander's tent. Hu Bawan, the chief of the Duke's personal soldier, rolled out and crawled out. Hou Xuanyan chased and scolded, "You are going to kill me, aren't you?"

Qin He hurried forward, hugged him and advised, "Master General, what's the mess?"

"My shoulder hurts, so I asked him to press it, and almost asked him to pinch a piece of meat for me." Hou Xuanyan was so angry that Qin He watched from the side. Hou Xuanyan was not exaggerating, and even a few tears left behind the corners of his eyes. The Duke of the State is tough. He crawled into the grass during the ambush for two days and was pinched and cried...

Qin He turned his face solemnly, and he cursed: "Eighty thousand, why are you so useless? What should I do if I really hurt the Supervisor?"

Hu Bawan also looked aggrieved. He was born with strong hands and thick skin and had never been pinched on his shoulders. Seeing this, he simply stubbornly stubbornly and kept talking in anger.

"You are not convinced! Look at you, you have made the Supervisor cry!" Qin He was so angry when he saw his appearance, he shouted loudly.

When Hou Xuanyan heard this, he immediately jumped up: "Fart! I'm crying, and I'm a problem that I've made when I was young. Don't talk nonsense here."

The soldiers around him burst into laughter. Only Hu Bawan still felt so wronged that he felt indescribable. This emotion has been accumulated for a long time, not only today, but it just exploded with this opportunity.

When Hou Xuanyan saw him like this, he was so angry that he cursed and laughed: "This bad guy must be scolding me in his heart now, damn it."

He once promised Hu Bawan that he would really lead his troops to fight and be a powerful general who charges. But for a long time, he always wanted to keep him by his side, which was a nostalgic expression. Hou Xuanyan sighed, grinned in pain, and still said with a cursed corner of his mouth: "Forget it, I'm writing a letter to Li Haoxian, you go back to the fiery camp."

Hu Bawan suddenly lowered his head, and his dissatisfaction expression disappeared. He stepped forward with a drooping eyebrows and said, "Master, you are not careful in your hands for a while. If you drive me back, how could you give up?" Hu Bawan was Li Haoxian's younger brother when he was in Dengzhou. Because he had the courage to be inappropriate, Li Haoxian specially sent Hou Xuanyan to protect his safety. If he was driven back, it would be difficult to explain to his elder brother.

Hou Xuanyan stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said, "We are in Datongshan, Yangzhou, killing Li Lutai. At that time, I promised you to be a real general. It's also a fault that I have always had selfish intentions and wanted to keep you all by my side. Now it's not as good as before. My generals under me are like clouds and elite soldiers, and I don't need to go into battle to kill the enemy by myself. It's useless to keep you by your side. I'll write you a letter, and you'll go to Shandong to find Li Haoxian, and make a fortune for everyone. A real man is born in troubled times. He'll be famous all over the world. You can clean up and leave tonight. When you go to Shandong, bring me a message to let Li Haoxian stabilize the situation in Shandong and don't make a quick move."

Hu Bawan was in a dilemma. He was reluctant to leave, and wanted to go to Shandong to realize his ambitions. Hou Xuanyan originally wanted to kick his butt, but due to the length of his legs, he kicked him in the thigh and scolded: "Mother-in-law, what big thing can you do, get out."

After Hou Xuanyan finished speaking, he turned around and entered the tent. After a while, Zhang Yitong had red eyes and held a double-buckle belt in his hand. The Ming Dynasty armor was a bit heavy, and if it didn't shrink its waist, it would press on his shoulders, affecting the performance of the generals. Hou Xuanyan's belt was of the best texture and was of great value. Zhang Yitong handed him a letter and said, "Brother Eighty-Wan, you must become famous in the future. I can brag about it with my children and grandchildren. I was born and died with the great hero Hu Bawan."

Hu Bawan patted his shoulder, put the letter in his arms, tied his belt, bowed heavily in front of the tent, and turned around and left with his horse.

In addition to the camp, Hu Bawan was preparing to cross Huai'an and go to Jinan, Shandong to find Li Haoxian. The road is not peaceful now. Although the road is the place where the Northern Expedition Army has captured, many places have not sent officials. These places without owners and officials are now managed by some gentry. The world is not peaceful and the road is very chaotic.

Hu Bawan left the camp and turned eastward. Following the official road, he saw dozens of knights rushing towards Linhuai. Seeing that they had not shaved their hair, Hu Bawan knew that it was a man from the south, so he kindly stopped and shouted: "There is a war ahead, and the Duke of Yue is stationed in Linhuai. If you have nothing to do, don't go forward."

The leading knight saw that he was dressed in a dress and was also a member of the army, and should be his own member of the Northern Expedition Army. He owed his body and clasped his fists and said, "It's so that this brother will find out that we are going to the Duke of Yue camp."

After hearing this, Hu Bawan suddenly felt a very sad feeling. After Ying Nuosheng, he squeezed his horse's belly with his back facing Linhuai, and gradually moved away.

A fair young man poked out of the carriage, just a little too delicate, and asked with a sweet smile: "Little General, have we arrived?"

"Hehe, I didn't arrive, I just met a weird guy."

Hou Xuanyan in the big tent sat at the table and kneaded his shoulders. A sense of loneliness surged in his heart. No one in the world knew you, but there were a few of them who were his friends. The experiences of golden swords, iron horses, swords, and swords, surged in his heart every few years, making him feel like he was in a dream. There was an upbeat man outside the big tent at this moment, riding his horse away. This was their era, their magnificence, and he was an outsider.

Unlocking the wine bag on the case, Hou Xuanyan pinched his voice and sang: "Grape wine luminous cup, and if you want to drink the pipa, you should urge it immediately. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield, you have been fighting in ancient times..."

As the dusk became darker, a thin figure opened the door of the tent and looked at Hou Xuanyan curled up on the chair. The latter held a wine bag in his hand, and his mouth was downward. The ground was wet and the tent was full of alcohol. The situation was obvious at a glance. After Hou Xuanyan got drunk, he spilled the wine on the ground. He was sleeping at this moment, and there was a slight snoring sound.

The little skinny man tiptoed to the front, stuck out his tongue, and used all his strength to pull his arm away. He unbuttoned the armor on his chest, looked closer with the candlelight, and he found that his shoulders were already a little red and swollen. The little skinny man's face turned red inexplicably. I have to say that Hu Bawan was born with divine power, so he was really a terrible death to ask him to rub his shoulders.

The little thin man looked around and finally found a wooden basin in the corner. He poured two scoops of cold water, dipped it in a veil, and applied it to Hou Xuanyan's shoulder.

Hou Xuanyan caught a cold on his shoulders, opened his eyes in vain, and sat up in a hurry. The thin man next to him could not dodge and was knocked to the ground, covering his butt and exclaiming pain.

"Who are you!" A chilling coldness surged from the soles of her feet and Hou Xuanyan grabbed the whip on the table and glared at her eyes.

The little thin man squatted on the ground and stuttered, his face pale and speechless.

Fortunately, Qin He rushed in and quickly explained: "Supervisor, this is a new little military doctor from Jinling Medical Center. It was specially selected by Ma Shiying and Ma to look at your body."

When Hou Xuanyan heard that it was his personal doctor, he felt relieved and stepped forward to pull him up and said, "Hey, why didn't you say it earlier? Haha, but your body is not good enough. How could you follow me when you hit me? Fortunately, you are still young, follow me to practice hard."

The little thin man dared not speak out, and forced a smile and lowered his head, bit his lips and rubbed his butt with his hands. He fell very hard this time. Didn’t this Duke say he was a scholar, and he was reckless like a rough man?
Chapter completed!