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Mo Yan Hongyang entered the army, and because he was powerless, he was transferred to the cooking camp and became a gangster. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He knelt beside an earthen stove, puffed up his lungs, and while blowing firewood, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and his whole body was dirty.

"Xiao Mo, boil the rice, in another hour, the sergeants will finish their drills, it will be time to eat, hurry!" An old man in his sixties looked at Mo Yan Hongyang with a kitchen knife in his hand.

The old man's name is Zhengkang, he is a man in the army, and he is in charge of food in the army. The old man has an extremely eccentric personality, and he is a wicked person on the surface, but he is good in his heart. In the past few days, Mo Yan Hongyang has basically figured out its character.

Mo Yan Hongyang immediately got up, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, turned his head to glance at Zhengkang, and looked up to explore the sun in the west. The sun is still hot.

"Uncle Zheng, the sun is shining at the moment, and you are sleepy, it is better to rest for a while, rest for a while, and then make a meal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped, and sat on the ground with his feet facing the sky, intending to sleep. Zhengkang looked at it, shook his head, and looked anxious: "Get up quickly and continue to cook on the fire." Within half an hour, the training soldiers immediately returned to the camp. By then, if the food has not been prepared, you and I will be killed. ”

Hearing this, Hongyang opened his eyes, glanced at Zhengkang opposite, turned his head and continued to sleep, ignoring it. Zhengkang looked at it, hurriedly put down the vegetables in his hand, walked to Hongyang, put down the things in his hand, and snapped, Mo Yan Hongyang was slapped on the top of his head: "If you don't work, you roll Lao Tzu back into the tent, once the patrol sergeant sees you lazy here, you and I can't escape it!"

Mo Yan Hongyang leaned together, touched his head, glanced at Zhengbo in front of him, and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Zhengbo!"

With that, he got up and stumbled into the tent.

"Little rabbit, you're comfortable, I'm going to have to work hard again. ”

Zhengkang said, shook his head, bent down to pick up the vegetables on the ground, and began to sigh with a helpless face.

"------Driving" a black horse, carrying the sergeant, galloped towards the gang's tent.

"Harnessing .........."

The sergeant tightened the reins in his hand and turned the horse's head: "Uncle Zheng, how is the meal?"

Zhengkang smiled slightly: "It's almost over!

When General Yi heard this, he smiled slightly, sneered, and jumped off his horse: "Serve me two drinks and food." It's hard to endure hunger. ”

The jumping sergeant is the imperial Shunyang Marquis Yi Changsheng's eldest son, Yi Wenhua. Yi Changsheng was in charge of the food and salary of the empire, and was a famous family in the imperial capital, and served as the minister of finance.

When Zhengkang heard this, he raised the corners of his mouth and explained: "General Yi, it's not time to use it at this moment. There is a rule in the army that if you don't have time, you won't have a meal!"

Since he is the eldest son of Shunyang Hou, why is Zhengkang not convenient?

When Yi Wenhua heard this, he frowned, walked in front of Zhengkang, and pushed the old man: "What are you talking about? You also know that my father was an important minister of the Empire. What's wrong with eating a few of your snacks. Quick, don't grind. Lao Tzu is hungry at the moment! Delay the military, Lao Tzu will try to ask you!"

When Zhengkang heard this, he always smiled and continued to explain: "General Feng has issued a military order, and the old man does not dare to disobey!"

Yi Wenhua frowned, his eyes widened, he turned around suddenly, pulled off the whip immediately, and whipped it towards the old man.

Smack, smack

"I'll tell you to talk back, I'll kill you old thing, toast and don't eat and drink!

The old man didn't fight back, his face was tense, and he endured the pain: "You can kill me." If you don't have time, you won't eat!"

When Yi Wenhua heard this, he snapped, threw the horsewhip in his hand on the ground, looked fierce and vicious, snorted, took out the scimitar from his waist, held it tightly in his hand, raised his leg violently, and kicked on the old man's belly.

Bang, Zhengkang suddenly fell to the ground, and dust was immediately raised on the ground.

"Ah, my belly!"

"I'll call you hard-mouthed!"

Yi Wenhua said, turned around suddenly, looked at the top of the earthen stove, took out a chicken from the bamboo basket, squatted on the ground, and began to eat violently, licking his fingers while eating.

"Hahaha, it's delicious!

Yi Wenhua looked intoxicated, but he didn't know that there was a killing hidden behind him!

What happened outside was heard by Mo Yan Hongyang.

Just as Yi Wenhua was enjoying the chicken in his hand with relish, Mo Yan Hongyang secretly walked out of the tent.

He wanted to kill Yi Wenhua.

Zhengkang was still lying on the ground, clutching his stomach and looking pained. As soon as he turned his head, he found that Mo Yan Hongyang was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, his eyes widened, and he immediately said loudly: "What do you want to do?"

When Yi Wenhua heard this, he noticed that something was wrong, and he suddenly threw away the chicken in his hand. At this moment, it was too late.

"Ahh.....h

I saw Mo Yan Hongyang, his eyes were blood-red, holding the kitchen knife in his hand, like a mad dog, slashing at Yi Wenhua's body. Half a minute later, the sergeant's blood flew into the sky and he died.

At this moment, the few soldiers in the garrison were sleeping soundly.

When Zhengkang saw it, he hurriedly leaned down in front of the sergeant to test his breathing, turned around suddenly, looked frightened, his eyes widened, and looked at the red poplar in front of him: "Dead!

Mo Yan Hongyang listened to it and looked around, but he was calm. Bang, throw away the kitchen knife in his hand, slap, sit on the ground with a butt, look at the corpse of Yi Wenhua on the ground, his eyes are bloodshot, his expression is in a trance, and he said fiercely: "Damn guy, I'll let you bully others!"

When Zhengkang heard it, he seemed to have sensed something, endured the severe pain, turned up, probed around, turned his head to look at Hongyang, and said fiercely: "Don't come to help yet!"

In this way, with the cooperation of the two, the body was dragged into the big tent.

Zhengkang glanced at the corpse on the ground, and turned his head to look at Hongyang in front of him: "Your heart is so vicious! Although Yi Wenhua is wrong, he will not die." He is the eldest son of Yiyang Hou Yi Changsheng. Yi Changsheng was in charge of the food and salary of the empire, and was a famous family in the imperial capital, and served as the minister of finance. Why are you like a beast, hacking to death with a knife? If the army knows about this, you and I will surely die!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yan Hongyang was indeed a little dissatisfied in his heart.

"Uncle Zheng, he insulted you, beat you, I killed this beast, why do you insult me," he put his hands on his waist, unconvinced, "as you said." I am the only one who did this. What's going on, I'm alone!"

"What?" Zhengyasu's eyes widened, speechless, he immediately loved and hated the young man in front of him, "But then again, you are helping me to make a big mistake." It is imperative that we find a place to dispose of the bodies. When the time for food comes, the sergeant returns to the army and finds that the general has been killed, I think you and I will definitely die! Right now, it's daytime, and you can't blatantly drag the corpse out, how is this good?"

Mo Yan Hongyang listened, leaned his head to think, and suddenly had an idea: "Wiping off the blood stains on his body, I carried him out of the barracks, and lied that he was seriously ill and had passed out." ”

That's a bold idea!

"What? You are really a tiger, you should kill the enemy on the battlefield, you should not be a guy here!"

"If not, there is no other way!"

When Zhengkang heard this, he glanced at the corpse on the ground, looked down and thought about it, and muttered to himself: "The current guards are lax, and they can only try." If we are discovered, you and I will surely die!"

"Uncle Zheng, don't worry. I'll go out to the barracks with the corpse on my back, and you'll stay here. ”

"No, in this way, I am too unrighteous!"

"Oh, don't be verbose, that's it, if you go out with me, when the hour comes, the food is not ready, and the army returns. You died even worse. If I were discovered, you would have escaped!"

When Zhengkang heard this, he didn't speak. At this moment, he thanked Mo Yan Hongyang from the bottom of his heart, and was also impressed by his courage.

"Be careful! The old man owes you all his life!"

At the sentry post, two soldiers, one on the side, one on patrol. At this moment, I saw Mo Yanhong running over with the corpse on his back. When the two soldiers saw it, they looked at each other and hurriedly walked to Mo Yan Hongyang.

"Stop!" the fat man shouted.

When Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, he immediately stopped, and his heart suddenly jumped to his throat, but he could only start acting, pretending that the situation was urgent, and looked panicked: "General Yi is seriously ill and has been in a coma for a long time, so I have to carry him back to the imperial capital quickly." If you don't treat it, your life is on the line!"

When the fat man saw that it was General Yi, he was in a hurry, and hurriedly said to the thin man: "Hurry up, prepare a war horse for him!"

The thin man turned around suddenly, and was about to lead the horse, when he found blood on the ground, his eyes widened, and suddenly he understood, and with a whoosh, he pulled out his scimitar and said loudly: "He is an assassin!"

When Mo Yanhongyang heard this, he knew that the plan had failed, so he hurriedly threw down the corpse and ran away. With a snap, the corpse instantly fell to the ground, raising dust, and the thin man held a scimitar and chased away. The fat man hurriedly took a horn from his waist.

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