Stewardship is a woman's business, and the people who know about it are limited to a very small circle in the army. Because it involves the general, no one dares to spread the word, and when the army is moving, no one will pay attention to what a cheap slave has caused.
Little ripples.
Mei Liangchen returned to the marching stables without any difficulty.
The marching stable is actually an open-air horse farm enclosed by a wooden fence. Within a radius of a hundred miles, thousands of horses are driven by the sergeants of the Sima Camp in search of rich rations on the grassland. Among them, Mei Liangchen and
There was no sign of Battelle. She dragged her heavy steps and searched for a long time before she found Mr. Battelle in a meadow with water. He had a dirty cloth tied to his forehead and was concentrating on cleaning fodder with his waist bent.
Hearing the strange noise, he raised his head, his cloudy and dim eyes did not show the throbbing or changes that Mei Liangchen had imagined. It was as if nothing had happened before, he just looked at her and calmly put his hands down.
: "Have a rest!"
Mei Liangchen fell silently on the straw mat that smelled of horse feed, lying with his eyes closed and undressed, like a lifeless corpse.
The whinnying sounds of horses came from all around, and the stamping of the boots of nearby patrol soldiers gradually came closer and then gradually faded away. When setting up camp, the sky was dark, and the cooks and sergeants setting up tents shouted one after another. There was a lively atmosphere of human fireworks.
, bit by bit, infiltrating her dying soul.
Tears flowed down at some point, and the frail and thin boy huddled up in a ball on the smelly straw mat, facing away from the lively scene, crying silently.
"Eat! Eat! Only when you are full can you have the strength to run further!" Old man Battle was feeding the horse. He didn't know whether he was talking to the horse or trying to wake up the tearful boy.
After feeding the horses, it was time for dinner at Sima Camp. The hot-blooded and masculine sergeants were exhausted by the rapid march in recent days. As soon as they took a break, they immediately lined up in a long queue in front of the chef's tent.
The big pot for cooking mutton was bubbling, the milky white soup, the steaming pancakes, and the appetizing green onion and coriander made a group of men swallow their saliva.
Battle held two broken pottery bowls and stood at the front of the team. He was the first to arrive and planned to take the soup and pancakes back to eat with Mayne.
"Get out of the way, I'm the first!" shouted from the ground, and a fat and naked soldier came up and knocked Battle aside hard.
Battle, who almost fell over, steadied himself and was about to yell, but when he saw the man, he suppressed his anger. The man's name was Daleng, and he was a bully in Sima Camp.
There was a cousin in the army who was a general in the Jianrui Battalion. He was domineering and lazy all day long. He never went to the battlefield once, but he often boasted that he was a brave and fierce cavalry sergeant.
Battle said nothing and prepared to retreat into the team, keeping a distance from Daleng.
But today this overlord is deliberately looking for trouble. He doesn't care who the other person is or how old he is. He rushes over and kicks Battle to the ground: "Damn it, you still dare to glare at me, you are so tired!!"