Jiang Yong got out of the captain's tent, did not stop, and went straight back to his station.

Jiang Yong felt that he was born for war, and fighting was like drinking wine and eating meat, it was the same joy of life.

When they arrived at the camp, they heard laughter coming from the house, as if someone was saying something funny, which caused everyone to laugh.

Jiang Yong slowed down, and when he arrived at the door, he secretly looked inside, only to see more than a dozen soldiers surrounding a person, listening intently to the man swinging the dragon gate.

"We are hiding in the wooden house, the outside is full of enemies, as long as we show our heads, a crossbow arrow will be a swish, and we will not be able to live, so to speak, we are already on the line of life and death, at this time, guess what we do?"

The speaker asked, then paused, and hung up the appetite of the people, apparently well versed in this.

Sure enough, everyone looked at him with wide eyes and asked in unison, "How?"

The man looked around, then slapped him on the thigh and said, "At this critical moment, when it was too late, we kicked our heads and feet and flew down from the second floor, like a tiger descending from the mountain, like a god descending from the sky, and before the enemy in the courtyard could react, we had already killed our heads under the knife and went to find his grandmother." ”

The crowd burst into laughter again.

The person who was surrounded by everyone was Zhao Yi, who studied poetry and books by himself, and his eloquence was also practiced well.

When he was in Los Angeles, Zhao Yi often went to the restaurant teahouse to listen to storytellers, and he also knew a little bit about the storytelling skills.

It's nothing more than adding oil and vinegar to whet your appetite at a critical time.

The soldiers in front of him were all rough people who couldn't read a basket of big characters, and they weren't fooled by him three or two times.

"You kid still have this braggart kung fu!" a majestic voice sounded in the doorway.

When everyone heard this voice, they all stood up, their eyes did not squint, and they did not dare to come out.

Zhao Yi was mixed in the crowd, and when he saw Jiang Yong looking at him, he responded with an embarrassed smile.

Jiang Yong looked around, and then said: "In the future, Zhao Yi will join us, everyone should greet me." ”

Everyone responded with a loud 'yes', and everyone looked happy.

Zhao Yi sighed helplessly, thinking that the soldiers in this world are really a family, and the rules are the same everywhere.

Jiang Yong walked up to Zhao Yi, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "If you kid is really powerful, don't use it on your lips, go to the battlefield, don't give Lao Tzu diarrhea." ”

"Gotcha!" Zhao Yi replied with a smile.

"Don't give me a hippie smile, from this moment on, as a soldier of my scout battalion, take out your spirit for me. Jiang Yong reprimanded loudly.

"Yes!" Zhao Yi replied loudly.

As long as he arrives at the barracks, whether he is a general or an ordinary soldier, Zhao Yi feels indescribably comfortable.

As soon as the morning rooster crowed, the sky outside was still pitch black, so Zhao Yi was woken up by the soldiers of the same army and began morning exercises.

Zhao Yi's captain of the army, nicknamed Lao Qizi, what his real name is, everyone doesn't remember anymore, although he is called Lao Qizi, in fact, he has only passed the age of standing.

Jiang Yong's two people were killed in the mission a few days ago, but they immediately made up for it, and there were still ten people in the queue.

In the team, Zhao Yi was wearing leather armor, with an armor-piercing knife at his waist, his posture was tall and energetic.

In the dark, Jiang Yong's eyes like eagle eyes swept over the bodies of the soldiers and stopped on Zhao Yi's body for a moment.

"Today, each person will carry fifty miles of weight and return to the camp before dawn. Jiang Yonglang said.

"Yes!"

Zhao Yi nodded secretly, it seems that this scout camp is really the elite division of the Chu army, and he somewhat understands the reason why his uncle asked him to come to the scout camp.

In the process of cross-country with weights, Zhao Yi restrained his breath, and like everyone else, he was sweating profusely and panting.

A young man running side by side with him, named Yan Chong, was only nineteen years old, but he was already a veteran of the scout camp.

"Zhao Yi, okay, you, you can keep up with us. The young man panted and praised.

Zhao Yi replied with a breathless sentence: "When I was at home, I went up the mountain every day to collect firewood, and it was common to run on mountain roads. ”

"No wonder, why don't we compare?" said the young man, raising his eyebrows.

Zhao Yi did not show weakness, "Compare to whom, who is afraid of whom!"

When we returned to the camp, it was still dark, and most of the people were tired from running.

Zhao Yi and Yan Chong sat back to back on the ground, panting for breath.

"Zhao Yi, I obeyed you, and I actually arrived at the same time as me. Yan Chong said weakly.

Zhao Yi was not modest at all: "What is this, the firewood I beat every day is much heavier than this." ”

In the next half month, Zhao Yi not only participated in weight-bearing cross-country, but also practiced assassination fighting and all the skills required for a scout.

Zhao Yi's instinct to learn everything as soon as he learns makes everyone look at him with admiration, and even Jiang Yong is happy, feeling that he has picked up a treasure.

When Zhao Yi waved the armor-piercing knife in his hand, he couldn't help but think of the Taibai given to him by his father-in-law Jing Song, this time he came to the scout camp as a soldier, so naturally he couldn't carry such a good knife.

It is said that this armor-piercing knife is also related to him.

At the beginning of the Qinzhou and Liangzhou Road, he held the armor-breaking knife snatched from the Rong State cavalry, first one person and one knife cut the Rong State Xuanjia dead twenty horsemen, and then in the first line of the gorge, he stopped the "White Horse Zhao Tsing Yi" eighteen horsemen with one knife, but in the end he did not stop, he fell.

After half a month of getting along, Zhao Yi and the four people in the same army are all familiar with each other, and his best Yan Chong, the powerful and honest brute bull, the clever and smooth wild cat, and the elder Wu.

During this period, Zhao Yi was called by Jing Song once, of course, to see him alone.

Jing Song had learned from his sister Jing Lan about Zhao Yi's killing of the snake, and seeing that he had such a martial arts cultivation and could calmly stay in the scout camp as an ordinary soldier, he couldn't help but look up to his prospective brother-in-law.

When Zhao Yi left, Jing Song said a word: "My scout camp will not take special care of you. ”

Zhao Yi didn't turn around, but coldly dropped a sentence: "No need." ”

In the evening of this day, the commander Jiang Yong conveyed a military order, telling everyone to rest and pack up immediately, and tonight, the scout battalion was all opened, and the target was Lei Ze.

Lei Ze City is the tent of Liu Ba, the general of Dongyue Huwei, and what the specific tasks of the scout battalion are, it is not explained.

After eating seven minutes full, Jiang Yong ordered everyone to go back to the camp to rest, but Zhao Yi didn't feel a trace of sleepiness after lying down because he was pretending to be in his heart.

The other four of them were either snoring like thunder or motionless.

This is indeed a well-trained and disciplined army.

"Don't think about anything, relax, sleep!" A small voice came into Zhao Yi's ears, it was the voice of Elder Wu's son.

Zhao Yi smiled knowingly, took a long sigh of relief, then adjusted his breathing, tried to relax his body, and fell asleep after a while.

The earth-shattering shouts and screams, the whistling of the rain of arrows in the sky, the neighing of war horses, Zhao Yi held a long sword and a rattan shield, running in the siege team, from time to time someone around him was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground, and someone immediately followed.

Blood has ignited the frenzy in everyone's hearts, death is no longer terrible at this moment, and everyone has only one goal, which is to climb the city wall.

Looking at the brothers who kept falling, Zhao Yi's heart was like a knife.

He roared in the sky, kicked hard under his feet, and the man shot out like an arrow from a string, and soon rushed to the city wall.

Zhao Yi ignored the stones and logs falling above his head, used his hands and feet together, and quickly climbed to the city wall.

As he approached the battlement, Zhao Yi stabbed an enemy soldier to death with a single sword, then climbed over the female wall and slashed at the rushing enemy with his sword.

Finally, Zhao Yi killed the last enemy general with a sword, and he himself became a bloody man.

When he pressed his sword and looked down the city, he saw a mountain of corpses, and his soldiers and his brothers had all fallen under the walls.

Zhao Yi was suddenly sad and indignant, and couldn't help but raise his head and howl.

This shout woke everyone else in the room.

In the dimness, Zhao Yi's eyes were wide open, and his expression was a little dull.

"Dreaming?" asked Yan Chong, who was sleeping next to him.

Zhao Yi nodded blankly.

Yan Chong stretched out a hand, patted Zhao Yi, and comforted: "Don't be nervous, it's like this for the first time, and it will be fine in the future." ”

"Zhao Yi, let me tell you, when Yan Chong, this kid, went to the battlefield for the first time, he was so scared that he peed his pants in his dreams the night before. The clever ghost Wildcat said with a smile.

Everyone chirped and laughed, Yan Chong blushed and scolded the wild cat with a smile.

The old man coughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and clean up, and gather in a quarter of an hour." ”

Everyone hurriedly got up to clean up, Zhao Yi reached out and touched his face, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and got up to clean up.

Taking advantage of the night, the scout battalion of 1,000 people, under the leadership of the school captain Jing Song, with a horse's mouth and a horse's hoof wrapped, went straight into the northwest of Leize County, and hid in a valley northwest of Leize.

This time, the scout battalion was used as a battlefield surprise soldier to cooperate with the defenders of Jiangxia County.

It is already a sunny spring March day, the wind is harmonious, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Leize County, which was the former 'granary of the world', was unbearable to see at this time, with barren fields and ruined villages, only the forests in the mountains, verdant branches and leaves, and a thriving faction.

As a result of the war, the people here have long been uprooted from their homes, leaving only a barren land.

In the past, when Zhao Yi saw this scene, at most, he sighed a few times in his heart.

And now, Zhao Yi thinks more, sooner or later he will have to solve the danger in the east and bring this land back to life.

On the high mountain to the south of Razor City, there was a middle-aged man who looked like a Taoist priest, looking up at Razor City.

The middle-aged Taoist priest wore a lotus crown on his head, his appearance was strange, a wisp of long beard fluttered in the wind, and his eyes like bright stars showed a deep melancholy.

Two steps behind him, there stood a little Taoist boy with a package on his right shoulder, also like a middle-aged Taoist priest, looking up at Lei Ze City.

"Master, is there another war?" Xiao Daotong's voice was still a little immature.

"yes, it's going to be war again. The middle-aged Taoist priest responded.

In his voice, there was a trace of grief and indignation, a trace of helplessness.

Xiaodao Tong was innocent, and asked again: "Then should we stop it this time?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and sighed: "I can't stop it, I can't kill the stars on the ground, and I can't help but be a teacher." ”

Xiao Daotong looked surprised and said, "Who is the killer star?" Master is my Taoist saint, he can control the aura of the earth, mountains and rivers, and has the ability to move mountains and seas, can't he stop him?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest heard that Xiao Daotong was innocent, so he turned around and walked two steps, reached out and touched Xiao Daotong's head, and said with a smile: "No matter how powerful the master is, he is not an immortal, how can he stop the killing star who has the luck of a soldier." ”

After listening to the master's words, Xiao Daotong's face gradually became gloomy, and he muttered in his small mouth: "That means that my Taoist family is no match for soldiers." ”

When the words entered the ears of the middle-aged Taoist priest, he shook his head helplessly, and said to the little Taoist boy seriously: "This is different. ”

After a while, the middle-aged Taoist priest added: "If it is about fighting, he can't beat the master." ”

"Really?" Xiao Daotong's face suddenly burst into a smile.

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and nodded.