I've been dreaming the same dream all these years.

In the dream, it was a tall figure of a teenager. He rode his horse, dressed in moon-white clean clothes, with his back to me, until he gradually disappeared into the endless fog. No matter how hard I tried to catch up, he would always leave me with only a vague back.

Just like now, too.

I followed the group as I walked at the back, and he stood out at the front of the group on a red horse. After several days of marching, the most I could see was his looming back. More often than not, I can't even see his back.

Maybe this is the distance between me and him, hopeful, but unreachable. Thinking of this, my heart is a little astringent.

Suddenly, the command flag in front waved, and an order came from the air. "Stop!"

This is the order to suspend the march. "The general has an order, rest in place, and set off in half an hour."

I stopped and sat on the spot like everyone else.

Fortunately, this is a flat land, and it is not difficult to sit down. It can be seen that his order to rest in place is not casual. Although he is very strict in his laws and leads his troops with an iron fist, he is not unkind. However, as the forward battalion of the He Family's Army, obeying orders is the first duty, even if there is a knife under your feet at the moment, you have to sit down without hesitation.

It is said that he is the youngest protector general in the history of Beidi Kingdom, originally I always thought that he was just relying on the shadow of the family, but since joining the He family army for more than three months, I really feel that he has such prestige in the army at a young age, which is inseparable from his own personality charm and military talent.

"Hey, Brother Shanfeng, it's almost time to reach Xiliang Country at this glance, what do you mean by the general letting us rest now?" Ma Dahai, who was sitting on my left, quietly touched my arm and asked in a low voice.

I quietly crossed my arm to keep some distance from him, turned my head to look at his unshaven beard and messy hair, pursed my lips, and took a short knife from my waist and handed it to him.

Ma Dahai hurriedly leaned back, widened his eyes and said vigilantly: "You mean that the general wants us to drill each other again?" ”

The corners of my mouth twitched. It seems that this guy with five big and three thick is frightened by the high-intensity drill of the forward battalion, and he may have a psychological shadow when he sees my short knife.

Sure enough, Ma Dahai's swarthy face immediately became bitter, "Brother Shanfeng, can you change your opponent to practice?" That's it, this time you practice with Dazhe! He grabbed a tall man sitting next to him and said to me flatteringly.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight with the Shanfeng brothers, it's just that he is too strong, in terms of size, he is much taller and burly than him, but he has never been courted by him once, this time let him retain a little self-esteem.

He really couldn't figure it out, obviously the two of them were in the forward battalion together, and the Shanfeng brothers still had such a thin little body, how could they be so much better than him!

"Let go!" Da Zhe's two sword eyebrows frowned, and knocked off the hand that Ma Dahai was holding his arm, and his face was full of disgust. "Who said it's time to practice? Please pull out your knife and follow your current appearance, just like your sloppy ghost, maybe you will be blasted out before you enter the capital of Xiliang Kingdom. ”

What the? Ma Dahai was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched his face. What's wrong with the way I look now, isn't it just that I have a little more beard and a little longer? It's not to the point of being unsightly.

He glared at Da Zhe, pursed his lips, and said disappreciably: "Cut! Older men have to have a little beard to be masculine. ”

Haven't you heard of "no hair on the mouth, no work"? Are they all the same as you and the Mountain Wind brothers, with white faces like sissies. But he didn't dare to say it. Not to mention that he can't beat Brother Shanfeng, even Dazhe's skills in this piece of cold wood are better than him, I don't know how many times.

I saw Ma Dahai's indifferent appearance, thinking that he took care of me on weekdays, glanced at him lightly, and kindly reminded: "Pick up yourself as soon as possible, and the general will come over soon." ”

Seeing that I didn't look like I was joking, Ma Dahai took the short knife in my hand suspiciously, and shaved off the beard on his face with a few random strokes, revealing his original heroic appearance.

In fact, those who can enter the forward battalion of the He family army are not crooked melons and cracked dates, although Ma Dahai is not as handsome as Da Zhe, but he can also be regarded as having good facial features and dignified appearance, but he is a little raunchy and a little sloppy. If it is placed in normal times, it doesn't matter if he is sloppy, men, it is understandable that he is informal, and he is a soldier, so he is naturally not so particular about dressing. In the more than three months I have been in He Jiajun, I have seen too many dirty and smelly men, and I have long been surprised.

This time, however, is different.

Sure enough, as soon as Ma Dahai returned the short knife to me, there was a majestic order from the commander of the forward battalion, Yuanji, from the front.

"Line up! Accept the general's review! ”

"Yes!" At the sound of an order, everyone who was originally sitting on the ground reflexively stood up and quickly lined up in a uniform motion.

I looked at my nose and my nose at my heart, standing upright, and hearing only the sound of horses' hooves from far and near. The forward battalion of 500 men was inspected one by one, and from time to time someone was called out by name. Those who were called out of the ranks were untidy, unkempt, and sloppy. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that they were all recruits from the same group of men as me who had entered the forward battalion. Then I clearly heard Ma Dahai, who was standing next to me, exhale softly.

Soon, the red horse slowly came to me. I didn't squint, my face was solemn, and all I could see was the horse's jujube body, and the hem of his silver armor, and the sword he wore at his waist, shining with a cold and hard glow in the afternoon sun.

The horse's hooves rattled ahead, and the horses gasped for breath, their mouths spewing hot and moist. His horse is a bloody BMW, and his name is Chidian, which is only one word different from Chiyan, which makes me feel very coincidental.

I knew his razor-sharp gaze was slowly sweeping towards me. When he thinks about problems, his eyes are as deep as the ocean, which will make people unconsciously indulge in them. But when he raised his eyes to look at people, his eyes became wanton again, which often made people lose the courage to look directly.

I tried to stabilize my mind and stood upright, staring straight ahead without changing my face, but a thin layer of sweat was already oozing from the palm of my hand holding the spear.

But I'm sure I'm not going to show it. The elder once praised my disguise technique for being able to confuse the real thing, and Qianmo also said that my disguise technique was superb, and it was already comparable to the disguise technique.

I've never heard the word "camouflage", and under Qianmo's explanation, I realized that the disguise technique only changes your appearance, but the camouflage technique is far from it, it also includes all aspects such as demeanor, pace, tone, voice, etc.

Since Qianmo has such a high opinion of my disguise technique, I am confident that he will never recognize me.

Now I am just an ordinary-looking, ordinary recruit, belonging to the type that can never be found in the blink of an eye in the pile of people, and will not attract anyone's attention at all. If it weren't for the fact that his facial features were still good and his skills were not bad, I believe he would not have been able to enter the forward battalion of the He family's army.

And I don't want anyone to notice. I just want to be a soldier under his command quietly, looking at him from afar where he doesn't know.

That's how I decided to accompany him and follow him.

After saying goodbye to Qianmo and leaving Mocheng, I came to Beidi and settled in the hut in Dading City.

Three days later, he was married, but I heard that the woman had not entered the He Mansion as a wife, but only in the name of a side room.

I wasn't surprised to hear the news. Because I know that there is still a shadow of a thousand foams in his heart. He's not a man who sees things differently.

Realizing this, I couldn't help but sigh deeply. However, I don't know if this sigh is for the disabled woman who married into the He Mansion, or for his helplessness to marry a woman he doesn't like for the sake of his family's interests, or for ...... Myself.

That's right, the woman he married, with disabled legs and poor walking, is the righteous daughter of the Tuba patriarch - Lou Xinyue.

Ten days later, I assumed the name of Shanfeng and joined the He family's army. Three months later, I became a member of the Forward Battalion of the He Family's Army.