For Luo Yi, those events in Dunhuang were just an inconspicuous experience that he could only recall after careful reflection in the blink of an eye in the hurried journey of life.

Since Weishui has been a meritorious escort, to the current conquest of Yinshan, two or three years of military career, crawling and rolling in the pile of dead people and going through all kinds of hardships, he is no longer the arrogant and arrogant middle school young man who wants to be scared by everyone.

He became calm, knew how to be patient, and knew how to deal with all kinds of intrigues from his enemies or "his own people".

And the Jiang family's marksmanship, which is already practice-perfect, has now reached the pinnacle and comprehended his own combat skills.

When he saw the young man at the gate of the camp who was fooled by the waste manager, he smiled with empathy, grabbed the grass and continued to feed the horses.

Once upon a time, we were so reckless······

"Vice Admiral Luo!"

"The last general!"

Hearing the fat man's shout, Luo Yi hurriedly stepped forward.

Although the fat man in front of him is a waste, he always learns the paper-paste weapons of a certain general in the Western Regions, but he is indeed a good hand at leading troops to fight, otherwise the imperial court would not hand over such a dangerous pass of Yanmen to him to manage.

"This newcomer will be handed over to you, as for what to do, it's all up to your ability!"

"The last general commands!" Luo Yi saluted and said goodbye casually, beckoned to the newcomer who was still a little confused, and walked towards the barracks without looking back.

The current Li Jing is not a god of the Tang Dynasty who is strategizing and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

He was just a newborn calf, with dreams, with ambitions, with excitement, excitement and apprehension, and as for his grandfather's letters to his uncle Han Baohu, he was in no hurry to take them out.

The fat man just said right, what you want to do in the army, all the skills!

The cumbersome introductions in the barracks are not mentioned for the time being.

Staying until noon, quickly digesting all kinds of military regulations that Luo Yi vomited, Li Jinggang wanted to take a look outside in his free time, but noticed that the herald was rushing to the military tent on his own.

"Adjutant General Luo Yi takes the order! Liu Fang, the head of Yanmen, ordered the Wuzi battalion to rush to the Yinshan battlefield to investigate the reason for the loss of Dingxiang and bring back the detailed information of the enemy! Also, don't fight the enemy unless you have to! ”

"Obey!"

The Great Sui military system consisted of five people as a team, ten teams as a team, and twenty teams as a battalion, totaling 1,000 people.

Normally, in two years, with his military exploits, he was promoted to the general of the Eighth Rank Prison Gate with a white body, and Luo Yi's career was definitely smooth, after all, he had been mixed all his life, and he was still watching the gate in Daxing City.

Moreover, as one of the gateways to the north of the Great Sui, Yanmen Pass has extraordinary military significance, and the general of the prison gate here can go beyond the limit of rank and lead troops out to fight!

And Luo Yi is one of the best.

But he wasn't satisfied with the status quo.

Because deep down, there's always a bald head shaking.

Luo Yi couldn't understand how the reckless man who was full of brute strength and five big and three rough at the beginning sat in the position of the governor of the Western Regions!

Not only that, but he also specially subdued Tuyuhun and went farther and farther on the road of cattle bi.

Luo Yi swore that he was definitely not jealous, let alone envious, but dissatisfied!

He doesn't think he's as bald!

Look at Ding Yanping, who is similar to it, is it different now that he is guarding the customs in Shuofang Jilusai, this is normal!

Thinking of that bald head, Luo Yi's mood was difficult to calm down, but thinking of the military order of the waste manager, he hurriedly threw away these distracting thoughts, summoned the various flag-holding teams, and ordered all the appropriate.

As for Li Jing, he was chatting with ordinary soldiers at this time.

As the saying goes, reading 10,000 books is better than traveling 10,000 miles, and the skills learned in military books still need to be practiced on the battlefield.

What Li Jing wants to do now is to learn more about the various war conditions in the north, accumulate military merits, and survive life and death battles again and again.