"Brother Gao? Brother Gao? ”

"Brother Gao.... What's wrong with you? ”

Lowering his head and fiddling with the fire, Zhou Duo stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Gao Zhi's eyes, watching with great interest Gao Zhi's expression from confusion to shock to excitement, he was very strange, this little brother's expression changed so quickly.

"Ahh Yes? It's okay, just a little emotional, under the troubled times, our life is not peaceful. Gao Zhi shook his head, looked at the big hand withdrawn in front of him, and said with a wry smile.

The momentum in Fang Cai's mind was gone.

Speaking of which, he suddenly felt that the thoughts in his mind just now were enough for the second middle school...

"yes, troubled times, alas, it's all to blame for this fucking world!" Zhou Duo didn't know Gao Zhi's inner activities, as if he was also rendered emotional, and whispered with a bit of sadness.

"Speaking of which, what we live is just a day of licking blood at the tip of a knife." As he spoke, he scratched his hair again with self-deprecation, "Maybe one day, we will never get up again, just like those brothers who left first." ”

This is not a rhetoric, but a real phenomenon of this era.

With the fall of the Great Han, the nomads around the border began to move, and there were wars everywhere, with no end in sight.

Coupled with natural and man-made disasters, the Yellow Turban turmoil that swept the world not long ago, ordinary people have no hope for life.

"Huh!" Shaking his head bitterly, he raised his head and poured a mouthful of water in his skin, Zhou Puppet slowed down, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't talk about this, eat meat, eat meat." ”

After that, the two of them continued to sit opposite each other with salt, gulping down the water poured into the skin and chewing the barbecue, while Gao Zhi was on the side, continuing to listen to the nagging of Zhou Puppet.

Maybe it's because Gao Zhi, the newly recognized little brother, has the right eye, or maybe it's because he has been depressed for a long time and needs to be released, Zhou Duo said a lot and was very miscellaneous.

Some talked about his family life before joining the army, talked about what he saw and heard when he fought with the army, complained about the troubled times, was hostile to Wu Huan's invasion of Xinjiang, was confused about the future, and hoped for a stable life.

He said a lot, as if there were too many dark negative emotions accumulated in his chest for too long, and his worried eyebrows gradually soothed, and it was obvious that after spitting out, he was in a much better mood.

"It's a pity that there is no wine." Zhou Puppet spit out a mouthful of turbidity, smashed it and smashed his mouth, chewing the barbecue,

Tilt your head and pour a big mouthful of cold water.

In these days, grain was more expensive than gold, and the wine that needed to be made from grain was not something that ordinary soldiers could drink regularly.

"By the way, Brother Gao, I heard that not long ago, you Baima Yicong fought with the Wuhuan Ranger in the grassland and won a big victory, how about it? Tell me about my brother? As if thinking of something, Zhou Duo turned his head and looked at Gao Zhi curiously.

"Uh......" Gao Zhi opened his mouth, looking hesitant, and stopped talking.

Even if he "inherits" his memory now, he is still not very clear about the so-called battlefield situation that happened not long ago in Zhou Puppet's mouth.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why his original body was unconscious and thus penetrated by his own consciousness? Gao Zhi thought secretly and frowned.

However, it reminded him of another thing, according to the memory fragment, Wu Qu, where the original "Gao Zhi" was located, seemed to have only one of his only seedlings left.

"Alas, Brother Zhou, don't mention that battle, I'm also confused now, my team was disabled, and I don't know which team I will be assigned to when I come out of the wounded camp tomorrow." Afraid of revealing the stuffing,

Gao Zhi chose to avoid the topic of Zhou Puppet, and pretended to sigh.

This is not a rule that belongs exclusively to the White Horse Righteous Servant, according to the rules of the barracks, the disabled team songs, after being regrouped, will be directly redistributed in the team, or recruit new people to be assigned to the command, or assigned to the team rate of the dissatisfied members.

It's just that Gao Zhi is just an ordinary member of Bai Ma Yizhong, so naturally there will be no possibility of commanding newcomers, so what awaits him is naturally redistribution.

When Zhou Duo heard this, he was mistaken, patted Gao Zhi on the shoulder and sighed, and said with emotion on his face, "Wood matter, wood matter, so-and-so knows, so-and-so knows, brother... Mourning! ”

Sighing slightly, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "This kind of taste is very uncomfortable, but you always need to look away, alas, brother, the battlefield is so ruthless, sooner or later you will get used to it." ”

After speaking, he seemed to have lost his emotional mood, patted Gao Zhi's shoulder again, comforted him a few words, carried the water bladder, said goodbye to Gao Zhi, and walked towards the sword barracks tent leisurely.

“....”

So..., what do you know about Shenma?

Gao Zhi's eyes widened, looking at the back of Zhou Puppet leaving, and the second monk couldn't touch his head.

Normally, shouldn't it be a different topic to continue chatting?

However, after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, so he simply left this matter behind, which may be regarded as a major advantage of Gao Zhi, and he never bothered to think about things he couldn't understand.

After sitting alone for a while, extinguishing the fire, Gao Zhi also returned to his previous tent.

Lying on the straw in the tent, looking at the other wounded in the tent to rest in turn,

In the dead of night, Gao Zhi tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Although it is said that he has accepted the fact that he came to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Gao Zhi's heart is still a little unscored.

Alas, I don't know which team I will be assigned to tomorrow, Gao Zhi sighed secretly, thinking melancholy in his heart.

Heroes emerge in troubled times, and fame is taken immediately.

That's for the general, as for the little soldiers, let's wash and sleep.

Although there are also sayings in later generations that a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier, at least for Gao Zhi, who has now calmed down from his blood, he just wants to be a quiet salted fish.

In the chat with Zhou Puppet, after further understanding the danger of this era, Gao Zhi's previous idea of wanting to make immortal achievements has long disappeared......

After all, it's different from the game.,There's only one life here.,There's no chance to read the file and start over.,So,Compared to the dangerous white horse righteous servant in his career.,He actually wants to be a heavy soldier and say....

Fortunately, perhaps God felt guilty about getting Gao Zhi to the ancient times more than a thousand years ago, and the next day, his salted fish dream came true.

Ahem, of course, not the idea of being a baggage soldier, but the idea that he had the opportunity to be a salted fish.

"You are the white horse servant assigned to a certain army?" A question came out of Gao Zhi's new Wu Commander.

Gao Zhi, who was thinking, looked back,

Well, handsome... Very handsome.

It was a young man in armor,

He wears a bright silver and white tiger helmet, plain silver armor, and a plain robe.

He has dark and deep eyes, his eyes are like stars, he has an indescribable heroic spirit between his expectations, his figure is quite beautiful, his high head is sassy, even if he is in armor, it is still difficult to hide the heroic elegance of Sven.

The black eyes seemed to glow sharply, but they quickly disappeared.

How to say it, very delicate, not at all like the temperament of a generous and tragic person in the land of Yan Zhao, although he is eight feet long and has a majestic face, he is not a tiger's back and dark skin.

He also spoke softly, not to mention the majesty of an ordinary general, his ten fingers were white and slender, and there was a trace of elegance between his eyebrows.

However, it was this man with a silver spear in his hand and a resolute face who realized Gao Zhi's dream of being a salted fish who could only shout 666.

"Under Zhao Yun, I don't know if you, little brother..."