Zuowu Acropolis South Camp

A middle-aged man with a heavy armor and a yellowish face sat behind the handsome case, holding a book and reading it with relish. From time to time, brush your long beard under your chin. I swallowed a sip of liquor when I read it, and although it was accompanied by a violent cough, it was still hearty.

"Shuai, Madame has explained. You drink alcohol in moderation. Besides, we're in Gyeonggi, so let's see if this full-body helmet doesn't need to be worn. The captain of the pro-soldier advised.

It is not unreasonable to say that this pro-soldier's concern is not unreasonable. Qin Qiong has been fighting on the battlefield for more than 20 years since he worshiped the former Sui Lai'er's account. Rong Ma has gone through more than 200 battles in his life, and he must charge forward in each battle, and he has been seriously injured repeatedly, and the blood shed before and after can be more than a few hundred. His body has long collapsed, and in these years of foreign wars, Li Shimin took pity on his body and never let him participate. The name of General Zuo Wuwei was empty and he was recuperating at home.

"If you talk too much, you will not give orders, and the soldiers will not unload their armor. How can there be a general in the barracks who does not wear armor? There is a lady in charge at home, and finally you need to take care of the old man in the camp? Go out and see, those bastards haven't come. Seeing that the marshal began to blow his beard and glare, the captain of the pro-soldier hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet...

At this time, Chen Bodhi and his party were being escorted by a team of Qianniuwei soldiers on the streets of Chang'an City.

"Hey, virgin, you said that Your Majesty sent us to the Zuo Wuwei camp, and he wouldn't really let us be the big soldiers, right?" It was Yu Chi Baolin who was questioning.

"Where do I know, don't I understand when I go? I just hope that it won't fall into the hands of Uncle Qin now. "Cheng Chuhei is quite a shadow of his father's righteous brother.

The two people on this side sighed at the fate they were about to face, and the Fang Yiai on the other side, Chen Bodhi and the others were "happy." ”

"Hey, Brother, look, that big girl is smiling at me. Let's see if I'm Yushu Lingfeng today. ”

"Hehe, if you wipe the shoe prints on your face, it will be even more overwhelming! It can cover your face tightly with one foot, and these shoes look not small. Chen Bodhi said teasingly.

Fang Yiai stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, and wiped a black hand on his hand. No wonder I didn't participate in the brawl yesterday, but I felt a pain in my face when I woke up in the morning. I thought it was the sequelae of drinking too much.

Fang Yiai didn't care about Chen Bodhi's malicious ridicule, and turned around and grabbed Li Chongyi. Asked to see the soles of his shoes, here is the largest of his shoes, which is exactly in line with Chen Bodhi's analysis. Specifying that this kid did it.

A group of people were moving forward in a noisy manner, without the consciousness of "being escorted" at all.

A lavish carriage was parked on the side of the road separated by sergeants. Two white horses are driving, and the pink body is very eye-catching. The "coachman" who drove the car was a little girl with a sparse maid's head. The little girl was talking softly to her master.

"Miss, it seems that all the harm in Chang'an City is here. You see, there are the sons of our family, the sons of the Hejian County Prince's Mansion, Chai Lingwu, Fang Lao Er, and the two fools of the Wei Chi family. The little maid said.

"Oh? That means that this Chang'an City can live in peace for a while, is there anything wrong? "The owner of the car was not very busy on the side of the accident.

"Hey, why hasn't that kid in white seen it? Which kid is it? Miss, do you know each other? "I found someone I didn't know in the crowd, and the little maid was still very curious. Chang'an City even has a gentleman he doesn't know.

The young lady, who was aroused by the curiosity of the little maid's shouting, lifted the curtain and looked out.

Several teenagers were chasing and fighting together, but the white-clothed teenager among them stood aside and watched, although it seemed to be together. But this teenager gives people a strange feeling.

Chen Bodhi suddenly turned around, and his eyes collided with the girl in the carriage. The girl in the carriage was looking intently, and suddenly made eye contact with the object of the "peeping". In a panic, he lowered the curtains. He also patted his chest and stuck out his tongue.

"It's all your fault, a dead girl, who scared Miss Ben to death. What else to watch? Hurry up. The little maid didn't know why the young lady was suddenly angry, but the young lady let her go.

The carriage was already far away, and Chen Bodhi still looked back.

"What are you looking at?" Li Chongyi followed Chen Bodhi's direction and didn't see anything.

"Nothing, let's go."

Left Wuwei playground.

Some of the sergeants were practicing the art of battle formation. Hundreds of men, shirtless, divided into teams of different sizes, wrestled and fought in the field. The shouts of killing were deafening.

From the moment he walked into the barracks, Chen Bodhi felt a hint of familiarity, and the atmosphere of the barracks allowed a wandering heart to enjoy a moment of tranquility.

Chen Bodhi and his entourage were taken to a point to the stage. The point is about one piece high, and it is a wooden structure. The huge Dianjiangtai was empty except for a flagpole.

Qianniuwei, who led the team, seemed to have completed his task. When Chen Bodhi and the others were brought here, they turned around and left, and no one handed them over. Chen Bodhi and a few others were left hanging here.

Inside the tent

"Dashuai, Qianniuwei has already brought a cadre of people to Dianjiangtai according to your orders, do you think we should go out to "greet" these sons and grandsons? There was clearly some schadenfreude in the captain's smile.

General Qin Qiong in the hall didn't seem to hear what the people below said, and studied the book in his hand intently, ignoring it. The captain of the pro-soldier who should have reported it did not say much, and bowed to the side.

If the lord is not in a hurry, this group of sons will suffer from old sins. It's a hot summer day, and the sun is poisonous. In addition, the water and rice have not been eaten since the morning, and everyone is thirsty and hungry. There is nothing to cover up and down the entire point of the platform. After standing for a while, I was tired.

The first person who can't support it is Chai Lingwu, who grew up in a honey pot since he was a child. I haven't suffered at all, so I sat on the ground when I was tired, and took advantage of the cool shade where the tall lieutenant Chi Dasha was standing.

The next thing that couldn't sit down was Fang Yiai, his Laozi is a Wenchen, unlike other generals who are "family roots". It's normal to not be able to hold on. Actually, I didn't plan to stick to it, but I don't know if I took the wrong medicine or what's going on. Since entering the camp, Chen Bodhi seems to have changed as if he had changed a person. Not only did he not speak, but he also stood straight. Young people, it's normal to have a heart for analogy.

"Oh, no, I can't stand still, you guys continue. I'm going to take a break. ”

As Li Chongyi also withdrew from the competition, others fell one after another. At this time, there were still two people left on the field, Chi Baolin and Chen Bodhi.

Yu Chi Baolin is a tendon in his brain and never admits defeat. Still, it's sweaty and shaky. On the other hand, Chen Bodhi's forehead is smooth, and there is not even a bead of sweat.

In fact, they didn't know that Chen Bodhi was stuck in the memories of his previous training at this time. The whole person is in an ethereal state. I don't feel anything about external stimuli at all.