The days in the army, although very tired and hard, Chen Letian likes that kind of day very much. It's so full that you feel your blood boiling when you think about it.

Young people, if you don't shed blood or sweat, your youth will be wasted.

This is the most widely circulated sentence in the Great Song Army, whether it is the Northern Army, the Southern Army or the Vassal King Army.

The source of this sentence can no longer be found, but it was actually said by Chen Letian. To be exact, it was Chen Letian who saw it in his baby letter, and he felt that what he said was very right, so he told the Pao Ze brothers beside him. Then, like all good things in this world, it was spread ten times and hundreds and thousands and thousands, and finally it became a ballad in the Great Song Army.

Now, it has been half a year since he left the army.

The hard days of the past are no longer there, instead of him, he is now busy and busy, except for the classes in Qingtian Pavilion, he can arrange the rest of the time freely. He rests when he wants.

However, he did not rest. Except for when he accompanied Li Xuan'er, the rest of the time, he could pat his chest and say that he didn't waste a moment of time.

This is also what the general told him before he returned to Beijing. "No matter where you are, you have to remember, don't waste your time, just do it, touch your conscience every night before going to bed and ask yourself if you have wasted your time today, and the answer is no, then that's fine. ”

He asks himself this question every night, and the answer, of course, is that there is no waste.

Until he left Beijing and came to Xishu.

During this time, he was very idle.

Take a walk every day, and the scenery from the west is very good.

The blue sky, white clouds, green trees, picturesque landscapes, spring is coming.

Along the way, his heart that had been tense also relaxed a lot.

Qin Tieniu agreed with his trip, saying don't always put too much pressure on yourself, learn to relax, and combine work and rest.

He agreed.

There are not many people in Ankang City, so there are naturally not many wine shops, teahouses, inns and inns in the city. The architectural layout of Bianjing City is full of eating, drinking and playing, of course, it is very different.

But after Chen Letian entered Ankang City, another atmosphere he felt was also good.

A city with many people has the benefits and grace of many people, and a city with few people has the benefits and style of a few people.

So to speak. Bianjing is prosperous, safe and stable. The former is flashy like a dream, making people dizzy, and the latter is stable and ordinary, with a light life.

No one can say who is better than whom, and no one can look down on anyone.

Chen Lotian found a wine shop casually, sat down in the window seat, asked for a pot of wine and a plate of beef, and ate and drank while watching the pedestrians on the street.

There are not many pedestrians. Ankang City is the main road from Xishu to the Central Plains, so there are many soldiers patrolling the streets on the street, even more than pedestrians.

When Chen Letian saw the familiar soldiers, he couldn't help but pull a smile at the corner of his mouth. These soldiers should be from the Southern Army, and their combat effectiveness is not bad, but they are very low-key.

When he was in the army before, he asked the general how to be like the Southern Army, while maintaining a strong combat power, still be so low-key, and how the generals can control the soldiers and make them not proud.

The general said: First of all, the strength of the Yugoslav Army's combat strength is, fundamentally speaking, only theoretical. The Southern Army did not participate in any truly major battles, unlike the Northern Army.

The Northern Army can't keep a low profile, because the army that always wins battles, if you let the soldiers keep a low profile, why can't the soldiers do it?

Therefore, objectively speaking, the low profile of the Yugoslav Army was based on the premise that he did not have a big victory. balance

No matter how well you usually train, if you don't really gnaw hard bones, you can't be considered an elite soldier at all.

If you want to say one-on-one or a thousand against a thousand, the contest between the southern army and the northern army may be difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

However, if you really face the hard bones and the enemy, the situation is very different from the psychology of the soldiers.

Chen Letian asked: In other words, the strength of the Southern Army can only be regarded as a kind of pseudo-strength.

The general nodded: That's right. No matter how strong you are when you practice, you can't say you're strong if you haven't really fought.

The general has a deep and thorough view of the problem, which is naturally beyond the reach of him Chen Letian.

At this time, I saw the soldiers of the Southern Army in Ankang City. In addition to feeling cordial, Chen Letian unconsciously had the idea of fighting with him.

His gaze lingered on the patrol soldier for a moment. His eyes changed from calm to cold, from warm to solemn.

The soldiers at the head of the patrol seemed to sense something, and for no reason, they suddenly turned their heads and looked at Chen Letian in the window of the wine store.

The moment the four eyes met, the eyes of the two soldiers in the north and south became cold and silent, just like a person who had killed many people, looking at a corpse on the ground.

But this look only lasted for a moment, Chen Letian grinned first, and waved his hand at the leading soldier on the street, like an old friend.

And the leader of the soldiers smiled understandingly. He also seemed to see Chen Letian's identity.

The two soldiers, at a glance, knew each other's identities.

The thug's understanding of the thug only needs a glance to suffice.

Walking far away from the inn, the leader of the soldiers muttered: There is such a soldier in Ankang City, is it that he came to report from the Southern Army?

"What did you say, boss?" the soldier next to him didn't hear clearly.

The leader waved his hand and said, "It's okay." Have you recently heard that we're going to add new people to our camp?"

The soldier thought about it and said: "No, since the two eunuchs who came from the capital last year were beaten away by us, there have been no newcomers to come, and I haven't heard from our captain that there are newcomers coming..."

The leader took a breath and said, "I hope so, but if that person comes to our Southern Army, then we will have something to play." ”

"What do you mean, boss?" the soldier was confused.

The leader smiled and said: "It's okay, our southern army has always liked some powerful people, don't stuff some rich and noble people, it's useless." ”

And Chen Letian here, after taking a sip of wine, suddenly smiled, and muttered: "General, you said that the Southern Army is a paper tiger, I think, I'm afraid it's not the case..."

As he spoke, he drank another glass of wine.

The wine in this inn in Ankang City tastes average, and it is not comparable with the wine in Bianjing, and of course, the price is much cheaper than that in Bianjing.

But for Chen Letian, there is not much difference between how good and bad wine is.

He drank a penny and a pot of wine and a hundred taels of wine. As long as the atmosphere is right, it's fine.

At this moment, in the rare leisure in his life, in Ankang City, Xishu, which is far away from his hometown capital, he feels the warmth in the spring drizzle, drinks wine, eats meat slowly, and enjoys it.

After drinking two pots of wine and eating two plates of meat, it was considered full of wine and meat. Walking out of the inn, he looked in the direction of Bazhong City, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Xuan'er, I'm here!"