After entering the left camp, he found his "team" in the dense tents, casually handed over the task to the captain, and returned to their tent.

It's summer now, the whole barracks is stinking, sewage is flowing sideways, He Daxian, who used to be so expensive, can actually endure it in this environment, which shows how strong his will is.

The so-called tents of this era were not the sturdy canvas tents of later generations, but were made of the worst very thin cloth similar to mosquito nets, and were tattered and patched everywhere.

The small tent is only for the sun and rain, and of course it can also keep out the mosquitoes that are everywhere. The tent was divided into two compartments, the large compartment was for those soldiers to lie down and sleep, and the small compartment was He Ping's long bed.

He Ping put the weapon on the shelf, put his arms around the two little girls with both hands, got into it, and sat down cross-legged.

There is not much space in the small compartment, but there is no problem at all to cram two little girls with such a small body.

He Ping took out two more black buns from under the bamboo pillow and handed them to the two little girls.

Looking at the two little girls in front of him like two little rabbits, eating buns there, He Ping couldn't help but sigh hypocritically at the cruelty of ancient wars.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Min'er, her name is Chan'er, and her family name is Lu." The girl, who looked a little older, replied timidly.

"Has anyone in the family fled into Taiyuan City?"

"No, they're all dead." The two girls began to tear again.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, sleep after eating."

He Ping just asked casually, how could he have the spare time to understand these commonplace folk tragedies.

This Zhao Ergou's body was still not strong enough, and he was too tired to walk more than ten miles in the morning.

He rolled over and lay down, yawned, closed his eyes, and began to take a nap.

After a while, the two little girls finished eating the buns, hesitated, and lay down beside He Ping one by one.

There were no conditions for bathing in the barracks, and the two little girls were sour and sour. He Ping regretted a little that he had forgotten to let them take a bath before coming back when he was by the river just now. But after all, it's a girl's body odor, and it's completely different from the strong men's body odor in the entire barracks. He Daxian, who had long been accustomed to being smoked in this stinking barracks, smelled the cool girl smell on the two little girls, but smelled a trace of fragrance.

Holding the soft bodies of the two little girls, He Ping fell asleep happily.

An hour later, He Ping suddenly opened his eyes alertly and woke up.

The two girls next to him slept soundly, and saliva flowed to the corners of their mouths. After several days of starvation and fear, these two little girls who had encountered great difficulties for the first time were really tired, and now there was a military commander who promised to protect them, and they suddenly let go of their thoughts, and they also slept drowsy.

He Ping gently pulled away the two small hands on his belly, sat up silently, and got out of the small tent.

In the big tent outside, the other six soldiers were also sleeping soundly, and only the old man in his forties and fifties was sitting at the door of the tent in a daze. This old man's name is Du Bin, he went to the rivers and lakes to sell medicine in his early years, and he has been mixed in the post-Tang army for more than ten years, and he has already mixed with the essence. This person has practiced some martial arts, and his sense of self-preservation is very strong.

He Ping ignored him, walked out of the big tent by himself, and saw his immediate boss, a gang commander surnamed Geng with a few soldiers coming over.

"Hey, Zhao Ergou, take two people to train with me."

Training?

In the army of this era, because of the shortage of food, in order to save physical strength, the big guys can not move as much as possible, where can they train the soldiers?

Even when there is no war, it is at most once every ten days, and it is just a queue exercise, and I usually hide in the barracks to recuperate, but now that I am going to fight, why do I remember to train again?

Looking at Geng's long-skinned and smiling black face, He Ping probably understood what was going on.

He Ping, the chief, was directly appointed by the captain, which made the captain surnamed Geng very unhappy, he could have arranged for a person from his own village to be the chief, but he was inexplicably snatched up by this Zhao Ergou who suddenly parachuted down. In just a few days, Gang Leader Geng has already changed his tricks and provoked many times, and this time he thought of training, but he didn't know what tricks to play.

"Yes, sir."

He Ping agreed quietly, then called the idle old man Du Bin, who had nothing to do, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at Shan Wu, who had already opened his eyes, and the three of them copied their respective weapons together, followed Gang Leader Geng, and walked towards the nearest training ground.

There are many training grounds in the camp, and the so-called training ground is an open space the size of a basketball court, which is used by the commanders to lecture in peacetime, the soldiers to fight and settle personal grievances, and the place where black buns are distributed in the morning.

He Ping stepped into the training ground, looked around and didn't see the captain present, and knew that this time he was probably going to really fight.

In a fight, if he encounters an officer like a captain, He Ping is not too sure now, but these big-headed soldiers in front of him, then hehehe.

In addition to the gang leader, there were also two chief officers at the scene.

The guy surnamed Geng spoke:

"Let's not play false today, my fellow villager Wang Wu said that you Zhao Ergou robbed him of a bun the day before yesterday, of course, there is no evidence, what about me, I have to be fair, you two come to wrestle, Zhao Ergou lost and returned him two buns, and he won't talk about it anymore if he wins."

A group of idle soldiers around them also surrounded them, and when they saw that someone was seeking revenge and fighting, everyone was interested and clamored together.

"Hit him, hit him! Beat his mother! ”

There is a strict hierarchy in the barracks, and the soldiers are bullied a lot by the commanders in ordinary times, and there are small soldiers challenging the chief, and the so-called chief is really not good, he looks like a bean sprout and can't help but be weak, and the little soldier Wang Wu who challenged is a sturdy farmer.

Now that there is a drama to watch, everyone hopes that the strong man will beat this bean sprout Shi Chang hard and give everyone out of anger.

Even the gang leader has a "Zhao Ergou", obviously this is not a good thing.

He Ping is not afraid of fighting, but mainly afraid that someone will use military discipline to mess with him, after thinking about it carefully, he didn't feel any flaws, it was nothing more than that he wanted him to have a foreign appearance, and he would go to the captain to complain in the future.

So without saying a word, he handed the weapon in his hand to Shan Wu, and left the game with his bare hands.

"Hey, he really dares to fight."

"Is it okay not to fight? They were all bullied in the face. ”

"He didn't really snatch the little soldier's bun?"

"Maybe, my heart is weak, and I don't dare to argue."

He Ping stood quietly in the middle of the field, and the strong man Wang Wu on the opposite side took off his coat, and his tendons and flesh trembled, winning the admiring drumming noise of the soldiers watching the excitement next to him.

To be honest, this is what it looks like, why can you be a bean sprout?

When Gang Chang saw that the emotions of the onlookers at the scene were all up, he was so excited that the tip of his nose was oily, and he stood in the middle of the field and shouted loudly:

"Ready? Everyone, so far, don't hurt the harmony, but the fists and feet have no eyes, and if you are injured, you can't retaliate. ”

Seeing that both sides had no opinions, Geng Gang shouted loudly:

"Let's go!"