I haven't fought with Ghost Foot Seven yet!

Lin Sha suddenly woke up from the nightmare and sat up from the bed.

Damn, I dreamed of the experience of Wong Fei Hung's movie world again!

wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and exhaled a long breath to barely suppress the palpitations in his heart. Glancing back at the pitch black surroundings, a hint of white light coming through the cracks in the doors and windows let him know that it was already dawn.

Touching the bare brain door, as well as the extremely ugly 'money rat tail' the size of a palm on the back of his head, Lin Sha couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was still fighting with the cheap master Huang Feihong in the late Qing Dynasty, but he didn't expect to wear it again in the blink of an eye to the early Qing Dynasty, still wearing an ugly bald head and an even more ugly braid.

That's right, he has traveled to the beginning of the Qing Dynasty for three days!

Three days was enough for him to get acquainted with the surrounding situation and understand the identity of this world.

He was still called Lin Sha, saving him the trouble of getting acquainted with his new name.

Eighteen years old this year, his ancestral home is Liaodong, and he is still a small Liupin Battalion Thousand General, in charge of a battalion of hundreds of heavy soldiers, and the size is also a number of characters, at least he does not have to worry about food and clothing.

That's fine, he doesn't have so much resistance to doing things for the government, as long as he doesn't go against his heart, of course, it's best not to kneel around like a slave all the time.

The key problem is that he is now in the hinterland of Yunnan, belonging to the green camp system, and his baggage battalion is stationed in a small town on the outskirts of the provincial capital of Kunming. That's right, the boss of his boss, the tuba Pingxi King Wu Sangui!

This is a very embarrassing reality, I didn't expect to accidentally dress up as the little brother of the big traitor Wu Sangui!

At this time, Lao Wu was still the head of the three feudatories, a super warlord who was in charge of the military, political and financial power in the southwest, and the imperial court had to appease Xiang Bobo many times.

It can be said that now is the time when San Francisco is the most proud!

The little emperor Kangxi in the Forbidden City has only been on the throne for seven years, and he is still a fifteen-year-old bloody boy.

At this time, the 'first warrior of Manchuria' was invincible, and the little emperor was fighting with the ministers, and he had no time and energy to pay attention to Wu Sangui and other foreign vassals.

That's all the news that can be heard, and the more in-depth and detailed information is not something that can be found in a short period of time, and it is not something that he should always know about a small battalion.

With these, it is enough, at least Wu Sangui will not be forced to rebel before the chelation falls, and he still has many years to live.

I just don't know, is this the world of official history, or some strange parallel space?

……

Thinking about something in his mind, he slowly turned over and got out of bed, stretched his long lazy waist and walked to the closed door, pulled out the latch and opened the two old wooden doors with a bang, and a breath of fresh air came with a faint morning light.

"Aha, it's so comfortable!"

The whole body trembled, and the confused brain instantly sobered up, and stepped over the threshold and walked out with a refreshing face.

"Hey, it's Mr. Qian, why did you get up so early?"

As soon as he walked into the small courtyard in front of the main hall, he alerted the two guards who were dozing in the corner of the corridor, rubbed his eyes and saw that it was Lin Sha, yawned and greeted casually.

"Why, isn't there a morning drill in the camp?"

Lin Sha frowned slightly, twisted his neck and shook his hands and feet to start the warm-up exercise before the practice, and asked in doubt.

Doesn't it mean that Wu Sangui's troops are all elite, so they look like birds?

"Morning exercises?"

The two got up with a yawn, their hats crooked and their clothes slanted languidly, and when they heard each other's words, they saw the surprise and ridicule in each other's eyes, and one of them asked very unceremoniously:

"Don't you know the rules of our army?"

"What rules?"

Lin Sha stood in the center of the small courtyard at this time, slumped down and put a standard horse step post, and with his breathing, his body rose and fell as if he was galloping on a horse.

"The rules in the army, one drill every three days and one practice every five days!"

The two guards walked around Lin Sha with curiosity on their faces, and there was no sense of awe for the commander at all, and one of them even pursed his lips and said mockingly: "Logistics personnel like us, it is very good to practice every five days and ten days, and the adults still want to change the rules, but I am afraid that the brothers will not agree!" ”

Lin Sha was speechless for a while!

He hadn't completely assumed the identity of Mr. Qian, and he didn't react much to the guards' ridicule.

In the movie world of Huang Feihong, there is a cannon barrel like Pork Rong by his side, and he is often baptized by his loud voice, what is the little ridicule of the guard?

He just sighed, the original owner of the body, this Qian, is really boring!

Through the memory of the original owner of the body, he learned that the original owner was a dignified second-generation soldier. His father was an old man who followed Wu Sangui to work hard in Liaodong, and after arriving in Yunnan, he achieved the highest position of a general, and he can be regarded as a marginal role in Lao Wu's inner circle, a powerful general in the army with real power!

It's a pity that I just got sick not long ago, and I wrote a tear-jerking last words to Lao Wu before hanging, first looking back on the eventful years of fighting with Lao Wu, and then expressing my gratitude and loyalty to Lao Wu, and finally asking for a background and position for Lin Sha, the only bone and blood of his family.

Wu Sangui didn't know what his reaction was after seeing the letter Lin Sha didn't know, anyway, he knew from the memory of the original owner that when the cheap father in this world was hung up, Lao Wu's reward arrangement would come down immediately, and the original owner of the body was immediately promoted from a white Ding rocket to the sixth general manager of the baggage camp.

Less than a month after taking office, he had a serious illness because he couldn't stand the 'hardships' in the army, so he didn't die so that Lin Sha took advantage of it, so he took over his identity as the little Qianzong under the king of Pingxi.

To say that the original owner of the body is really a waste of wood, growing up in the family of Jiangmen is honest and cowardly, not to mention, and if he can't do anything, he won't have the ability to fart, and the standard is a mixed gnawing old clan who waits for death.

Fortunately, this guy did not get infected with the common habit of eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling and playing with the rabbit master, but a fat body made Lin Sha feel very uncomfortable, and a set of horse steps did not stand for long before he was panting and sweating, and he really couldn't hold on and had to stop helplessly.

This waste scum's physical fitness, if the original owner of the body is still here, he will definitely get stuck in this guy's neck and shake it violently, turning into the roaring male protagonist in Qiong Shao's novel: Ya, you usually eat, sleep, sleep, eat?

"I thought that this young master had changed his temperament, and he got up early in the morning to work hard. I didn't expect it to be the same as before, and the mud can't support the wall! The two guards squatted on the steps in front of the eaves, looking at Lin Sha's performance with disdain on their faces.

"Hehe, dogs can't change eating!"

Among them, the younger guard spoke very ugly, and he didn't have the slightest intention to hide it, and sneered loudly: "If you hadn't cast a good tire, how could you have today's beautiful status, and you and my brother would have to guard the door and watch the courtyard?" ”

Another hurriedly chimed in: "Yes, if it were in an ordinary people's house, I don't know how many times I would have starved to death!" ”