These dishes were nothing more than an appetizer and a meal. Pang Qishan ate four bowls of rice before putting down his chopsticks. All the dishes were eaten cleanly.
“Delicious, so delicious.”
Pang Qishan wiped his mouth and said.
This is the most comfortable and satisfying meal he has had in the past two months.
General Yu Shen touched his rounded belly and said with a satisfied smile: "It's thanks to the general that we can eat these delicious dishes in the north!"
Song Heng smiled and felt very happy. He also felt that Shen Wan would send kimchi and chili sauce, which had something to do with him.
At night, Song Heng and Qiao Mu both wrote letters asking Zhao He to take them back to the imperial city.
Song Ziling responded to Liu Feng, and all the recruits in the camp knew that this young man was someone who was not easy to mess with.
The afternoon sun was still strong, and the recruits in the camp were practicing their marksmanship under the scorching sun.
"ha!"
"ha."
Colonel Zhou taught at the front, and the recruits followed behind.
After being taught a set of marksmanship, Captain Zhou stood in front and watched the new recruits practice.
Halfway through the practice, Captain Zhou called to stop.
"Song Ziling."
Captain Zhou pointed at Song Ziling and waved to him again, gesturing for him to come forward.
Song Ziling walked forward with a spear in his hand and stood in front of Colonel Zhou, his back straight.
"You stand in front and lead everyone to practice."
Colonel Zhou looked at the recruits and said, "You all should watch Song Ziling's movements carefully and practice with them."
"good."
Song Ziling nodded.
"They are all new recruits, so why is the gap so big!"
Colonel Zhou shook his head and added another sentence.
His words touched the nerves of the recruits again, causing them to glare at Song Ziling in dissatisfaction.
Song Ziling frowned slightly, holding a spear and leading everyone to practice. The recruits stared at Song Ziling from behind and gestured. Those who did not move well would be reprimanded by Captain Zhou.
"Ma Tian, try harder."
"Liu Feng raises his hand higher."
"Li Zheng watched Song Ziling stop staring at the ground."
After Song Ziling led him to practice once, Captain Zhou asked him to lead him to practice a few more times before stopping.
Because Colonel Zhou was watching over them, the recruits were afraid of making mistakes and being scolded, so they worked extra hard. After practicing these several times, the results were remarkable.
"Okay, let's all take a rest!"
As if they had been granted amnesty, the recruits put down their spears and sat on the ground panting.
Song Ziling put down the spear in his hand, went to the drinking area, took a chipped bowl and scooped out a bowl of water to drink.
His mother said that after sweating a lot, you should replenish water in time.
"Li Zheng..." Several recruits suddenly shouted, and Song Ziling put down the water bowl and walked over quickly.
"What's up with him?"
Song Ziling asked.
The thin, dark boy fell to the ground with his eyes distracted, his face flushed, and a lot of sweat on his face.
"I don't know, he collapsed just sitting down."
Song Ziling bent down and touched Li Zheng's hand, and found that his body temperature was unusually high, and he looked like he was suffering from heatstroke.
"He has heatstroke. Move him to a cool place quickly."
"Ma Tian, hurry up and find a military doctor."
"Jiang Nian, go to the kitchen and mix some cold boiled water with some salt water."
Song Ziling calmly arranged the arrangements, and the people he arranged were stunned for a moment and then did as he said.
Heat stroke is not a trivial matter, it can be fatal if you are not careful.
Before leaving home, Shen Wan knew that Song Ziling had gone to the military camp for training and was afraid that he would have to train under the scorching sun.
Worried about his heat stroke, I taught him some ways to prevent and deal with heat stroke before he left home.