Someone next to him gently put his hand on Wei Qing's shoulder.

Wei Qing turned his head to see that it was Chen Qingzhi.

Chen Qingzhi's eyes were also full of sadness. He said slowly: "Wei guerrilla, no one should die. But when the national disaster is at the head, if you don't sacrifice, I don't sacrifice, who will? People always have to die, but it is not easy to die if they want to die worthily. Although Uncle Pang and Xiaobao died, they left their names behind them, and my generation charged into battle, not to kill, nor to spare his life, just because the iron hooves of the Jin people trampled on the land of my Han! Every Han people should do their part, even if they die, they don't hate it! ”

Wei Qing listened blankly, completely forgetting to walk. A fire suddenly ignited in his heart.

Yes, no one is born to give, but in the face of the enemy's aggression and the cry of flesh and blood, how can they not stand up? If one day he Wei Qing dies in battle, he will not have hatred, he will only be happy for it, his blood has soaked this land, and he has repaid this land with his life.

Wei Qing seemed to suddenly hear a long chant: The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!

He looked up and looked at the red sun that was slowly erupting from the clouds, and his heart was full of emotion.

There was a hearty laugh at the foot of the mountain, Wu Ming greeted Wei Qing with his arms wide open, and before Wei Qing's feet stepped down the last step, he hugged Wei Qing, and said again and again: "Good job, good job!" It can be seen that Wu Ming is not ordinary excitement this time. He hugged Bai Buxin, Li Guang, Hua Rong, and even Chen Qingzhi one by one. There was laughter and laughter all around, and the cheers of the soldiers came and went.

"Go back to camp and rest for three days!" Wu Ming shouted loudly, "Each general will take the lead and go back to the team to rest, and the marshal will go back to the account to write the credit book, and ask for credit for you!" ”

Wei Qing didn't go back to his tent, he shook off everyone and walked all the way, straight to Zhao Yueru's tent.

How is she? Can Pang Tong's medicine cure the disease? As soon as the battle ended, Wei Qing's heart immediately remembered this matter.

Zhao Yueru's tent stood there quietly, the door closed and the curtains down.

Wei Qing's heart suddenly tightened!

Why? It's already three poles in the sun, why didn't Zhao Yueru come out? What's wrong with her? Don't......

Wei Qing didn't dare to think about it, after experiencing the tragic deaths of Pang Tong and Qin Shubao, his heart seemed to have become sensitive and fragile. He strode over, lifted the curtains, and rushed into the house.

The room was filled with moisture, and Zhao Yueru was standing naked in a large wooden barrel wiping the water droplets on her body. Wei Qing suddenly broke in, Zhao Yueru didn't expect it at all, and couldn't help but stand there all of a sudden.

Wei Qing was also stunned. He couldn't react for a while, and his eyes looked straight at Zhao Yueru's plump breasts, as red and tender as fresh strawberries。。。。。。

Zhao Yueru screamed, sat down in the barrel with a thud, and shouted at Wei Qing: "Get out!" ”

Wei Qing reacted at this time, couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly turned around and walked out, but hit his head on the door frame, making a loud "tom" sound. He didn't dare to stop, so he bowed his head and rushed out of the door, and sat down outside the door, his heart pounding. Zhao Yueru's white naked body swayed in front of his eyes, the plump breasts, the round beautiful buttocks, the slender legs, and the 。。。。。。 under the lower abdomen He shook his head vigorously, forbidding himself to think about it any further.

He didn't know why he had to sit here and wait, but he really wanted to say a few words to Zhao Yueru. Although he had just experienced that embarrassing scene, he didn't seem to be so embarrassed in his heart, perhaps, this was because he was more worried about whether Zhao Yueru's illness was all over, right? But just now, seeing that Zhao Yueru had already taken a bath by herself, it should be completely fine。。。。。。

Wei Qing's eyes slowly closed, and there was a slight sound in his nostrils. He fell asleep.

Zhao Yueru hurriedly got dressed, opened the door hatefully, and was about to start scolding Wei Qing, but found Wei Qing sitting on the ground, sleeping soundly.

She kept her mouth shut.

Of course, she knew that Wei Qing didn't mean it, but whether it was intentional or not, she naturally wouldn't forgive Wei Qing before reprimanding him a few words, but now, she decided to forgive Wei Qing, although Wei Qing didn't even say a word of apology.

Zhao Yueru thought about it, took out a quilt from the house, and lightly covered Wei Qing's body. She lowered her head and gently arranged the quilt on Wei Qing's shoulder to prevent it from slipping off, her face was only a few inches away from Wei Qing's face.

She suddenly found that Wei Qing was very handsome, the kind that was a little angular and a little sweet.

Zhao Yueru suddenly moved her head back, because she was inexplicably afraid that she would kiss Wei Qing's face, and she didn't know why.

In the end, she didn't kiss Wei Qing, but gently wiped the dirt off Wei Qing's face with her hands.

Wei Qing slept soundly, and he didn't know what Zhao Yueru had done.

In the haze, Wei Qing seemed to have returned to his childhood. He and his brother were both riding on horseback, his father was leading the horse, Wei Qing laughed loudly, the horse fell together, and Wei Qing's body also fell together.

After a while, the horse was gone, and he came back to his yard, where his brother was waiting for him. The two men ran outside hand in hand, and suddenly, a fierce man stopped in front of them, grabbed his brother, and walked away without saying a word. Wei Qing desperately chased forward, but couldn't catch up, and when the wicked man turned around occasionally, Wei Qing couldn't help but be surprised: that person was Zamuhe!

"Woo~~~~~" In the distance, the horn sounded, it was my father who was recruiting troops and horses, preparing for a big battle with Zamuhe. It's just that Wei Qing doesn't understand, why can't his father rush to save his brother immediately? It's just one person who caught my brother. Seeing that Zamuhe was about to arrest his brother, Wei Qing was anxious and angry, jumped up violently, and shouted, "Let my brother go!" "Reach out and draw your sword, and strike it out with a sword!

With a ding, Wei Qing's sword was blocked, and at the same time, someone shouted: "Wei Qing, it's me!" ”

Wei Qing opened his eyes fiercely.

His eyes were full of tears, and he was holding a long sword in his hand, and Zhao Yueru was standing not far away with a scabbard in his hand.

Wei Qing was so frightened that he almost threw his sword on the ground.

He actually stabbed Zhao Yueru with a sword in his dream just now! If Zhao Yueru didn't block it with the scabbard in time, she would have killed her this time!

"Are you hurt?" Wei Qing asked in a trembling voice.

Zhao Yueru laughed: "I'm not hurt, but you're hurt, sad." She handed over a towel and motioned for Wei Qing to wipe her tears.

Wei Qing was a little embarrassed, took the towel, and found that she had been lying on Zhao Yueru's bed at some point, and it was still covered with her quilt.

He hurriedly sat up, only to see black handprints and footprints everywhere on the bed and quilt, and dirt all around. He couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly went to the ground.

Zhao Yueru pressed him: "It's still early, you can rest for a while." Get up again when you've rested enough. ”

"This Bed 。。。。。。" Wei Qing was a little uncomfortable talking for the first time.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhao Yueru replied, "You go to war, I can't wash the quilt yet?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yueru suddenly felt that something was wrong, as if she and Wei Qing were 。。。。。。 That's the same. She couldn't help blushing slightly, and hurriedly changed the topic: "You just yelled brother, you have a brother, right?" ”

Wei Qing sighed. He didn't want to talk about it, it was an eternal pain in his heart, and an eternal pain for his parents. Where did his brother go by the robbers? After all these years, are you still alive? These two questions are just a mystery that can never be solved.

Zhao Yueru looked at Wei Qing and couldn't help but be a little dazed.

It was the first time she saw such an expression on Wei Qing's face, it was an unforgettable pain, and that kind of sadness was distressing to look at. She really regretted why she asked about this topic, but she couldn't find a suitable excuse for a while, and she couldn't help but be a little anxious.

The two were sitting across from each other without saying a word, when the horn suddenly sounded! Three short horns, three tee drums!

"Urgent gathering!" Wei Qing screamed, jumped out of bed and ran. Zhao Yueru hurriedly picked up Wei Qing's shoes from the side of the bed, and chased after him about three feet outside the door to stop Wei Qing.

Wei Qing's feet were swollen from running on the mountain road for a long time, and he couldn't put on shoes for a while, so Zhao Yueru knelt on the ground without hesitation to help Wei Qing put them on. Wei Qing was moved in his heart, but he didn't have time to say thank you, so he raised his feet and ran, only to find Bai Buxin standing aside waiting for him, looking at the two of them with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling.

Wei Qing was slightly embarrassed, but the horn was urgent, the drum was urging, he waved his hand to Bai Buxin, and the two of them ran quickly towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

Zhao Yueru stood there quietly, her thoughts fluctuating. I don't know when, her hatred for Wei Qing disappeared, and it was replaced by a kind of attention.

She had to admit that what Wei Qing did was exactly what Dahan needed. She watched Wei Qing fight to the death, so tired that she could fall asleep sitting in front of the door, and returned with a body full of dirt, only sleeping for less than two hours, but she had to rush to the Chinese military tent again.

She saw Wei Qing's feet, what kind of feet were they. The feet are red and swollen, and blisters have been worn out in several places on the soles and toes of the feet, and blisters have been repeatedly worn out in some places, and calluses have grown. Doesn't he feel pain?

She suddenly bit her lip and felt as if her feet were hurting.

In the tent of the Chinese army, Wu Ming was covered with sweat, the map was covered on the desk, and he was choking loudly with the commander of the tens of thousands of troops crowded around him, completely ignoring other things. Generals kept coming in front of the door, and everyone didn't know what was going on, asking each other.

Wu Mingzheng and the commander of the first team on the left blushed and had a thick neck arguing about something, and finally slapped the table hard and roared: "No!" ”

Several generals scattered from Wu Ming's side, shouting at the generals of their respective troops to be quiet.

"General Liu, what's the matter?" Wei Qing was at the end of the general ranks, and when he saw Liu Anbang walking by hurriedly, he hurriedly asked.