To the boundary of Huai'an, three points are water and seven fields, and Baima Lake is located on the south bank of Hongze Lake, where the Northern Expeditionary Army finally met the first Qing soldiers in Huai'an. I don't know how many small county officials the Qing court has killed along the way, and this White Horse Lake station will soon become one of them.

The Manchus had just entered the Central Plains, and they were busy enclosing land for pleasure, and they had no intention of building a post station, so their news was very closed, and it is still unknown where this army came from.

The Qing soldiers of Baima Lake hurriedly sent people to inform Wakda in Huai'an, and Hou Xuanyan gave an order, and the Northern Expeditionary Army, which had marched for a month, took the small station by the lake without blood. Except for the small soldiers who went to report the news, they escaped, and the rest of the people were beheaded by the Northern Expeditionary Army and pushed to the lake to feed the fish.

It was getting late, Hou Xuanyan carefully observed, the terrain of this place was suitable for camping, so he ordered to rest here for the night, and he could hit the front line in Huai'an tomorrow.

The days of marching made him sweat all over, and it was very uncomfortable to be sticky, but fortunately, although the place of White Horse Lake was small, it had everything in the station. The soldiers brought a bath bucket, the hot warm water was steaming, and Hou Xuanyan took half a scoop and poured it from the head to feel comfortable. Although the weather is hot, Hou Xuanyan still likes the feeling of taking a hot bath, after being scalded, it is red like a ripe shrimp. After soaking in the water, the fatigue of many days was swept away, and after such a long battle, Hou Xuanyan clearly felt that his body was gradually getting stronger.

The evening breeze by the lake in summer blew in through the window, and outside was the wanton laughter and noise of the soldiers. When they arrived at the Huai'an realm, everyone knew that the war was about to break out, and the soldiers could still relax so much, which was really the true nature of a strong army. There is nothing special about the Northern Expeditionary Army, but it just has the conditions that the army in the late Ming Dynasty should have but does not have.

They were well paid and never in arrears; Rewards and punishments for merit and demerits, rewards and punishments are clear; The baggage is sufficient, and the grain and grass are abundant; Exercise in your spare time, cold and heat do not stop. As long as there is a stable and well-paid Han court, and the Han family is dedicated to raising soldiers, the Han family is never afraid of anyone on the battlefield. If a nation does not have martial blood in its bones, how can it grow from a small land in the two river basins to a big country bordered by the four seas in the east, the desert in the west, the Xishan Mountains in the south, and the grassland in the north. The fertile soil that once bordered us, except for those that were not suitable for farming, has become our territory.

Hou Xuanyan wiped his body casually, put on a loose robe, and walked out of the big tent. The night stars of Hakuba Lake are all over the place, and the sky at this time is clear and clean, and a full moon arches out of the starry sea at a glance.

Hou Xuanyan was suddenly shocked, and now it is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, and he has forgotten this day of reunion after continuous battles. Thinking about his family in Suzhou and Jinling, he should be thinking about himself at this moment.

The barracks were full of bonfires, and some soldiers were already singing their hometown songs, and others were laughing or scolding. If you meet fellow villagers, it is really very intimate, and they tell each other some interesting stories about the countryside.

Zhu Dadian, who was inspecting the barracks, saw Hou Xuanyan and stepped forward and said with a smile: "Guogong hasn't slept yet?" ”

"Lord Zhu, the Mid-Autumn Festival is healthy."

Zhu Dadian was stunned and said, "Is it the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Grandpa Guo is healthy, hey, the war has been fought for so long, and even the Mid-Autumn Festival has been forgotten. After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the full moon in the sky, with infinite emotion in his eyes, and how many ups and downs were hidden in his heart. Sixty Mid-Autumn Festival, how many memories can be hidden, and how many of them have made people can't help but recall after many years. Hou Xuanyan looked at Zhu Dadian who was looking up at the moon, and Shi Shiran sighed.

The surrounding soldiers all stopped and looked at their two commanders. Hou Xuanyan has never been a high-ranking grandfather in their hearts, he often haunts the barracks where the big soldiers are gathered, and drinks and eats with these veterans of a hundred battles who lick the blood with their knives. will laugh with their country vulgar slang, and he will get drunk and blow the air, but when he really puts on a straight face, he has the unique prestige of the commander of the three armies.

Half of Hou Xuanyan's thoughts came from later generations, and the concept of equality was once deeply rooted in his mind, which is also the biggest reason for the formation of his unique leadership charisma. Sometimes a casual respect can be exchanged for loyalty in both ribs, which is the charm of this era. Hou Xuanyan, who was a man of two lifetimes, complemented this era.

Hou Xuanyan pulled out the spear that he didn't know who inserted from the bonfire, and said with a smile: "When the Manchu Qing Dynasty went south to the Central Plains, Yangzhou offered the city of Jinling on the tenth day, and once Jiangsu and Zhejiang fell into the hands of the enemy. At that time, who would have thought that you and I would build the Northern Expedition and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in Huai'an. In this situation, I should write a poem. ”

The surrounding soldiers and generals all surrounded and applauded, and the palms of their hands were red before they knew it. Hou Xuanyan has the memory of two eras, and he is half a scholar, and he has read through poetry and songs for 20 years. As the saying goes, if you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, you can't make poems and chant them.

Hou Xuanyan was quite interested, holding a spear of an ordinary soldier, looking around was a pair of admiring and loving eyes, with a pride in his chest, and he raised his voice with a gun:

When the wolf smoke rose, he immediately flipped the killing knife.

The mountains and rivers are broken, and the land of Shenzhou sinks Hu Majiao.

Rectify the Qiankun and make up for the heavenly hand, and level the heroes of the Wanli Strategy.

When the day to smash the Manchurian Road, Heng Golma banner move. ”

After singing a poem, the barracks were already cheering, and this group of good sons and daughters who had been fighting for a month celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival in their own way by the White Horse Lake in Huai'an.

Hou Xuanyan laughed, pulling the old wound on his shoulder, slightly painful, and shouted loudly: "Bring the wine." ”

Zhang Yiguan hurriedly untied the wine bag of the big handsome, because Hou Xuanyan was surrounded by people, he had to shout loudly: "Big handsome, take the wine." ”

With both hands thrown together, the wine bag drew a parabola from the sky, and Hou Xuanyan caught it steadily. Unplugged, a smell of strong liquor came to his face, Hou Xuanyan sniffed and scolded: "What kind of bad wine is this, is it drunk by people?" After speaking, he raised his head and poured two sips, and coughed.

The surrounding soldiers laughed and coaxed, and a small soldier who looked quite clever, that is, sixteen or seventeen years old, did not know the awe of the superior, and said with a salivating face: "Big handsome, the little one also wants to beg for a drink." ”

Hou Xuanyan scolded with a smile: "Your hair hasn't grown yet, so learn from us good men to drink, or get your mother's consent after you go home, and then come to drink with these brothers of yours." ”

The crowd laughed even louder, and the other generals in the battalion, though they didn't know what had happened, joined in with the joy.

Tomorrow, it's another fierce battle...

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