In a tent stacked with war horse fodder, Qian Xiaopang wore his tattered shirt, lying in a hay pile, sleeping on all fours.

If you take a closer look at him who is asleep, it seems that this guy seems to have lost a lot of weight.

Alas, can you not lose weight, first he was whipped and ran five kilometers wildly, and then bumped on horseback for a day, in this whole day, Qian Xiaopang ate a coarse grain cake, plus two dried meat and water, he couldn't drink a few sips, plus he was so fat, it was not a problem to lose seven or eight pounds.

As soon as the army set up camp, this bastard plunged into this forage canopy, ignoring nothing, Zhou Xing told him not to eat, and fell asleep.

It doesn't matter how prickly the hay lying under him is, why should he, the rich second generation, who is used to sleeping in Simmons beds, sleep in a place where this kind of dog is unwilling to sleep

Qian Xiaopang really doesn't have that leisure to care, tired, so tired, he just wants to find a place to sleep comfortably.

For himself to come to Dahan, for Huo Xiaojun, who he has always looked down on, is actually a famous genius general in history, Huo Quai, all this, Qian Xiaopang has long believed it, and there is no way not to believe it, because on the way to the march, he slapped more than 20 big mouths in a row, and under the severe pain, he finally understood that he was not dreaming.

To put it simply, in addition to believing that he really came to Dahan, Qian Xiaopang is left with the last choice of dreaming, in addition to dreams, in addition to real crossing, can there be anything else to explain all this?

False? You make me a look, don't mention anything else, just the cities that I passed by along the way, Qian Xiaopang believed that he was not dreaming, and it was impossible for him to come to the filming site of Shenma film and television dramas, because the cities made by film and television dramas are very different from what he saw during the day.

Qian Xiaopang even smelled a fragrance unique to history on the quaint city wall.

It seems that the illness of the second secondary school boy will not be cured for a while

Came to Dahan Qian Xiaopang is to believe, although he doesn't know how all this is done, but what is the use of thinking about it now?

He is not stupid at all, and because he has seen more on the Internet, Qian Xiaopang understands a truth, since he has crossed over, it is not a matter of going back if he wants to, and it is enough to find Huo Xiaojun.

It is said that Huo Xiaojun is the historical Huo Qu's disease

Qian Xiaopang also believes in this point!

However, the first time he learned that Huo Xiaojun was Huo Quai, Qian Xiaopang didn't believe it, and even felt deep speechlessness and contempt, but it didn't take long for him to think about it carefully, and when he carefully began to think about the Huo Xiaojun he knew and the famous Huo Qubing in history, Qian Xiaopang suddenly discovered that in this world, if Huo Xiaojun was not Huo Quai, then who else would be!

That's right, just like Chu Mengyao, if there is a person in this world who suddenly jumps in front of your eyes and tells you that he is Hou Huo, the champion of the Han Dynasty, then this person is not a fool but can only be Huo Xiaojun.

Qian Xiaopang thought about Huo Xiaojun's actions on weekdays again, and even bought Ka, this grandson is definitely Huo Quai, in a word, how can there be anyone who can fly the eaves and walk the wall now, wait a while When Qian Xiaopang thought of this, when he thought of the eaves and walked on the wall, Qian Xiaopang suddenly remembered the other flying weirdos in Huang Xiaowei's family.

Brother Win, who claims to be a widow, and the big brother Meng with a straight face, and the two old men who often love to pinch each other, one shouted at Cao Apu, and the other shouted Liu Da'er My God, those two old men won't be Cao Cao and Liu Bei!

Thinking of this, Qian Xiaopang, who was sitting on Zhou Xing's horse, broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself what kind of friends his cousin knew

But who is Little Viagra?

Qian Xiaopang thought about Zhou Xing's horse for a long time but couldn't come up with it, because there didn't seem to be any known historical celebrity who matched Huang Xiaowei's behavioral characteristics.

In the end, Qian Xiaopang didn't bother to think about it, anyway, he knew a truth, Huang Xiaowei, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Don't think about going back in a short period of time, unless you finish brushing up a copy, as for this copy, it is probably the land west of the river that you have heard from the words of the Han army horsemen talking beside you since you have been along the way.

However, although Qian Xiaopang accepted the matter of his crossing, he still felt depressed and angry, thinking about it, he was originally gnawing at home, but he was suddenly pulled to the big man of 2,000 years ago, no computer, no mobile phone, no drink, no KFC.

was also whipped with a whip, Qian Xiaopang was very devastated, and what made him collapse the most was the eyes of those big men who looked at him, one by one, in addition to contempt or contempt, they also pointed at their yellow hair, saying that he was a monster of the god horse?

You're a monster, your whole family is a monster!

Not only that, but he also inexplicably became a two-thousand-year-old soldier, not to mention it, the main thing is that his comrades-in-arms can be nice to him, Zhou Xing won't say it, he can't pump him, and the key is that the other Han soldiers also ignore him.

At noon, when the army was resting in place, Qian Xiaopang wanted to talk to the soldiers of the Han army, but he was ruthlessly urged, and a few of them asked him to stay away

Qian Xiaopang is really going crazy, why is he not welcome in modern times, why is he still not popular in ancient times, is he so bad?

No, I'm going home, it's really not a place for people!! Especially if I have to go to the battlefield, oh my God, I don't want to go to the battlefield, how dangerous it is, what if I die.

Let's take a look at Qian Xiaopang's inner thoughts, in the morning, he shouted that he wanted to replace Huo Quai's illness and establish a meritorious service in Dahan, but he regretted it before noon, just because he was too tired to ride a horse

Well, he's still being carried.

Alas, this dead fat man looks hopeless.

in tents.

Qian Xiaopang was holding a large handful of grass in his arms, whirring, sleeping soundly, with a big face full of fat, and trembling a few times from time to time with the snoring sound from time to time.

Just when Qian Xiaopang was asleep, the curtain of the tent was suddenly opened, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the tent along this corner.

Huo Quzhi stood in front of the tent, looked at Qian Xiaopang sleeping in the tent for a while, then lowered the door curtain, turned his head to look at Zhou Xing, put his hand behind his back, and looked at a team of soldiers who were slowly walking past the patrol in front of him and said: "Take him to register and make a book, distribute nameplates, and then go and get the largest soldier armor, and then you can start training him, and in addition, cut his yellow hair for me." ”

At the end, Huo Quzhi added another sentence.

"As long as you are tired and don't die, give me practice, if you pass out, take water and splash it on me to wake up, and, after six days, I don't want to see a fat man in the barracks again, understand?" Huo Quzhi glanced at Zhou Xing beside him lightly.

Zhou Xing hurriedly gave up his hand, "No." ”

After speaking, Huo Qubing took a big stride, left here, and took two personal soldiers to inspect the defense of the battalion.

After Huo Qu's illness left, Zhou Xing gently turned his neck, looking at his movements, he seemed to be more excited, but Zhou Xing couldn't help complaining, "It's really unlucky, I actually want to train that dead fat man, alas, unlucky, unlucky." "Just like Zhou Xing complained, who is willing to train if he can, who doesn't want to seize the time to rest and rest.

But after complaining, Zhou Xing put on a cold expression, lifted the curtain of the tent, and strode in.

Standing in the tent where the hay was being pushed, Zhou Xing's face was blue and he scolded Qian Xiaopang, who was still lying in the hay like a dead pig, and scolded him loudly.

"Stand up for me!"

may be because he was beaten too badly by Zhou Xing today, causing Qian Xiaopang to subconsciously stand up from the hay as soon as he heard Zhou Xing's voice, and opened his small eyes to the maximum as soon as possible.

But those little eyes were full of confusion and confusion at this time

After a few seconds, after Qian Xiaopang came back to his senses, he quickly ran to Zhou Xing's side with a hippie smile, and said with a smile on his fat face: "Brother Zhou, are you old and troublesome?" Isn't it time to eat? ”

Zhou Xing's face softened slightly, and said, "Follow me to register and get weapons and armor." ”

After saying that, Zhou Xing walked out of the tent, Qian Xiaopang heard it, and followed without saying a word, he was very excited, and he sent equipment, hey, this feeling is good, how can I also wear a military uniform.

"Hey, Brother Zhou, after sending things, can I go and meet Huo Xiao is that General Huo?" Qian Xiaopang pondered that he was about to run away.

But Zhou Xingli ignored him, and Qian Xiaopang was also used to it, because Zhou Xing hadn't said a few words to him all day, no matter what he said, Zhou Xing ignored it.

The root cause is just because Zhou Xing looks down on him and looks down on this dead fat man.

Although Zhou Xing didn't take care of himself, Qian Xiaopang still smiled and followed Zhou Xing out of the tent, not for anything else, sending things, or military uniforms, today look at how handsome the armor worn by those horsemen one by one, I Qian someone can finally wear the same as them.

Look at his happy look, I really want to pour a basin of cold water on him, Qian Xiaopang, I don't know, after you get the weapons and armor, what kind of devil training will be waiting for you next, and you can still laugh, you must know that you have crossed into Han Alas, what else can he do now but laugh? has come here, and there are only two words to accept fate.

In the rear army camp where the military supplies were placed, an old man who was already a quartermaster in his fifties wearing Han armor sat in front of a bookcase outside the camp, holding a teapot in his hand, and half-squinted at the two people standing in front of him.

The old quartermaster first glanced at the fat man in front of him, who looked like a mountain, and his eyes suddenly became weird.

looked at Zhou Xing beside Qian Xiaopang again, and when he saw Zhou Xing nodding at him, the old quartermaster stroked his black and white beard and sighed quietly, "This kind of person can also be a soldier, or General Huo's soldier." ”

The old quartermaster put down the teapot in his hand, picked up the brush, and began to work.

"Name."

Qian Xiaopang straightened his waist, and suddenly saluted the quartermaster and the old man, and shouted loudly following the appearance of those PLA uncles on TV: "Report to the chief, my name is Qian Mingguang!" ”

Zhou Xing raised his leg with a kick, "What a mess, tell me well!" ”

After being kicked, Qian Xiaopang looked at the angry Zhou Xing with great satisfaction, then lowered his head, and said in a low voice and honestly: "If you go back to adulthood, my name is Qian Mingguang." ”

The old quartermaster half-squinted, unfolded the large piece of white cloth with his name and place of origin written on the bookcase, picked up the brush, and slowly wrote the word Qian Mingguang.

"Origin."

"Well, I don't know where I live, what is your name here, it's Chang'an anyway."

The old quartermaster raised his cloudy old eyes, looked up and down, and the white and chubby Qian Xiaopang labeled him as a rich child in his heart.

"Age."

"Eighteen."

The old quartermaster was on a white cloth, his big hand moved, and soon, the registration was completed.

"Qian Mingguang, originally from Chang'an, eighteen years old, Nuo, this is your nameplate, in case you die on the battlefield in the future, we will rely on this to contact your family and collect the corpse."

After the old quartermaster wrote Qian Xiaopang's message on a small wooden card, he threw the wooden card to him, and then said without blinking: "Recruit Qian Mingguang, get a king-size cloth armor, a pair of cloth shoes, a helmet, a ring head knife, a short shield, and the things are in the tent behind, go get them yourself." ”

After speaking, the old quartermaster picked up the tea on the table, basking in the sunset, and sucking slowly.

Zhou Xing hugged his fists with the quartermaster and thanked him, and then walked into the tent behind the old quartermaster with Qian Xiaopang.

Five minutes later, the neatly dressed Qian Xiaopang walked out of the tent.

Well, the dress is indeed very neat, because the largest cloth armor is also stretched on his body, and there is a possibility of cracking at any time, "Poof." "No, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived, Qian Xiaopang just put on the cloth armor for less than two minutes, and the cloth armor was directly cracked by him, and the big fat of Bai Huahua leaked out directly

The old quartermaster glanced at Qian Xiaopang's fat body, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, this kind of person, on the battlefield, can't survive for a quarter of an hour.

Qian Xiaopang was so frightened that he was sweating profusely as soon as the cloth armor cracked.

He was just about to stretch out and pull the unfurling cloth armor, only to hear Zhou Xing's words slowly ring in his ears.

"No need to get it."

"Thank you, Brother Zhou." Qian Xiaopang breathed a sigh of relief and began to thank Zhou Xing, but

"Now, immediately, immediately, run me around the camp for twenty laps, and if you can't finish the run, you won't have to sleep tonight!"

"Nani !!"