Outside the customs

The wind was howling, and the wind and snow were getting heavier.

The snow in Zisai is not enough, and it is a big snow that is not trivial.

The goose-feather-like snow was flying, and the land was already endless white.

Under the vast expanse of the pole, there is a blank sky, the wind is like a knife, and the earth is like an anvil.

Thousands of miles away, since the beginning of winter, there has not been a single snow in the country's two capitals and 13 provinces.

The two factions of Huailong poured into each other, and officials at all levels were greedy for ink.

The treasury is empty, the people are struggling to make a living, and there is no snow this winter.

As the saying goes: if there is no snow in winter, there will be a plague of insects and locusts in the next year, followed by a great drought and starvation; In the middle of the year, floods and tides raged, and people were displaced......

Inner City

The border army is a heavy treasury

After the snowman (Yang Tingfeng) visited the shrine, he chose to be silent and no longer spoke.

Between heaven and earth, there is only wind and snow, pouring out the sound of all things shrinking and withering.

However, the people of the earth may not be able to receive this 'gift'.

Suddenly, a leg kicked hard from the popliteal socket between Yang Tingfeng's back knees.

In ordinary people, if the popliteal fossa is kicked, even if it does not fall, the person will immediately lose his balance.

However, after kicking, the man on the steps still did not move.

"Yes, that's good. Tiger back, bee waist, mantis legs! It's also very strong on the legs! It's a good seedling of 'not harvesting at night'! Hu Yanhui sighed infinitely, and at this time, a piece of cotton-like snow fell on Yang Tingfeng's shoulder armor.

The deputy marshal of Zisai swept away the snow chips on his shoulders with a wave of his hand, and said meaningfully: "Originally, Ge Shu and I were worried that if you were left alone in Xifenghuo for eight years, you would choose to retreat because you couldn't bear it. Today, it seems that it was me and Lao Shuai who were wrong. Seeing your current situation, I think you have grown up after all. ”

Yang Tingfeng only looked at Hu Yanhui and did not speak.

He lost his mother since he was a child, and his precocious heart not only has an indomitable will, but also an indomitable tenacity.

Among the third generation of Huaisi Group, there are three people who have always been favored by the elders, one of which is Yang Tingfeng.

Later, Yang's father continued to string, his stepmother was strong, and he had a younger brother the following year; At that time, Yang Tingfeng, although he was only eight years old, already knew that he could no longer stay at home, so he left Yang's Mansion alone, wandered alone, and begged for a living.

When he was ten years old, because of a special opportunity, he joined the Shenji Gate, because of his weathered childhood, strong will and wisdom far beyond his peers, he was finally favored by a hermit elder of the Shenji Gate, and accepted as a disciple.

Under the careful training of his master, he went through countless obstacles and tribulations, and finally practiced the top-notch secret weapon technique, as well as the amazing light skill of lifting and pursuing, as well as the production of various clever corpses, he knew everything well.

And the master, on the one hand, out of love, and on the other hand, in order to reward this unfortunate boy who was born unlucky, also took great pains to design a receiver for him that could hide a variety of weapons, called "Thousand Receivers".

After his debut, he shot and killed Zhao Xiang and Zhu Yunqiu, who were famous in black and white on the rivers and lakes, and began to become famous.

But at this moment, he chose to withdraw from the rivers and lakes, went out alone, and served in the army.

At that time, whether it was Ge Shu or Hu Yan, of course, they were sincerely happy that Yang Tingfeng could choose to join the army.

Of course, more of these are probably due to the selfishness of the two.

After all, most of the young people of the third generation of the Huaisi Group are just poor and extravagant, and they are even better than the third generation of the imperial capital Longchuan in terms of sound and pleasure.

Singing and dancing all night, boiling wine in gold bottles.

Beauty like jade, sword? Hehe, I have long forgotten!

In Gentle Township, who wants to go to Zisai and go to the border to protect the world?

If there is, I'm afraid I'm a fool!

At a time when the wine and beauty gradually replaced the horse lance and the strong bow, the brave and arrogant martial spirit handed down by the five enemies of the Han Dynasty has become so unbearable that it is particularly ridiculous.

It was when Yang Tingfeng led the art to join the army, Ge Shu Lao Shuai and Deputy Marshal Hu Yan felt that this young man could become a big weapon, which made them even more budding to cultivate - throwing him in Xifenghuo for eight years to smooth out the edges and corners of his heart.

Of course, Yang Tingfeng also understands the deep meaning of the two elders.

Even, Ge Shu is handsome, every time he meets him, he will test Yang Ting's wind from time to time, "I said Feng'er, you, do you want to change positions?" ”

And every time, Yang Tingfeng just looked at Ge Shu, smiling and not saying a word. That look seemed to say: Wasn't it you who put me at the head of the West Beacon in the first place?

It's just that there are exceptions to everything.

There was a time when he gave a different answer to the old handsome.

That was when Yang Tingfeng's 'Tanma Camp' was about to be released to the East Camp.

That day, Yang Tingfeng suddenly asked Ge Shu: "Old handsome, have you ever asked me if I want to change my position?" ”

At that time, Ge Shu was sipping the Shifeng tea sent by the old lady of the Chang family in Jiangnan, and when he heard the words at first glance, he just absentmindedly blew the tea foam in the cup and said, "En? Wind? Which battalion are you going to? ”

"Transfer me, 'don't take it at night'!" Yang Tingfeng replied very simply.

As soon as the words fell, the old handsome opened and closed the hand of the tea bowl Huo Ran paused, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't look up: "Why?" With your magic marksmanship, wouldn't it be better for you to go to the camp or the strong bow camp to develop more of a world? ”

Goshu didn't understand.

Yang Tingfeng said calmly and calmly: "I think, step out...... Look! ”

Ge Shu raised his head, glanced at Yang Tingfeng, and asked rhetorically, "Step out?" Do you want to go out, or do you just want to fight with the Beiban for your ideals? ”

Yang Tingfeng was silent and silent.

"Feng'er, what are you waiting for in this lonely desert smoke and empty beacon tower? Isn't that what you believe? Ge Shu raised his sleeves, and there was already anger in his eyes: "As long as you still have this kind of thought, I can't promise you!" ”

"Old handsome!" Deputy Marshal Hu Yanhui always likes to seize the opportunity to help, "Feng'er actually means ...... Go to the Golgong steppe and really do something practical for the brothers of the border army! ”

As soon as the words fell, Ge Shu's old handsome heart was quite disgusted Hu Yanhui, and he said angrily: "Ahh can know that our Huaisi people are just this good seedling...... If something happens to him on the grassland, I'll see how you are responsible!

He felt sorry in his heart, but he didn't turn his head to look at Yang Tingfeng, but said in his mouth: "Except for 'no collection at night', you can choose any other camp!" ”

Yang Tingfeng was still silent, but squinted at Hu Yanhui.

Hu Yanhui was actually entrusted by Yang Tingfeng and did not dare to slack off, and the deputy marshal of the border army was actually moved by his high hopes, so he was determined to help him for what he entrusted.

He suddenly changed his tone and said: "I don't know what the old man said, but the ...... has spread in the barracks."

As soon as Ge Shu heard this, he knew that there was something in Hu Yanhui's words, he frowned, and asked, "What is the spread?" ”

Hu Yanhui didn't move, only smiled: "They said...... The wind is because ......"

Ge Shu said coldly: "Because of what? Borrowed my power? Just came to the horse camp? ”

Hu Yanhui raised his head, glanced at Ge Shu, and was noncommittal.

"Bang", the tea cup smashed on the ground, Yang Tingfeng was startled, and looked up at Ge Shu.

Ge Shu said angrily: "What do you care about what others say!" ”

Hu Yanhui nodded, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Yes." ”

Yang Tingfeng also whispered at this time: "Old Shuai, not only Lao Liangtou said this, but even the shadow guards of the Tanma Camp and the brothers of the Scout Camp also spread such a saying......"

Ge Shu laughed and said, "Hehe, what else?" What else is being said? ”

Hu Yanhui really continued: "There are also 'Zuo Du Dudu' Han Tianwei, 'Martial Shooting Marquis' Sui Liangzai and others, they all spoke in private, saying that Lao Shuai, you are supporting ...... behind."

When Ge Shu heard this, he interrupted: "The old man supports him? The old man is fucking holding his back! What's wrong? Straight lady thief, I really didn't expect that Huyan, you old immortal, are also like a long-tongued woman! Long ears, pointed mouth! ”

Hu Yanhui nodded, with an expression of who asked you to hand over this confidential report and the chief detective of the three armed forces to me.

Ge Shu let out a long sigh, stroked his hair and squinted at Yang Tingfeng, and sighed: "Feng'er, do you really want to go to the night without collecting it?" ”

Yang Tingfeng whispered, but said very resolutely: "I ask the old marshal, let me go down to meet the Gelgong grassland, break through the tribes of the Northern Barbarians, and contribute to the border brothers...... Let the choked cries of countless women, girls and children no longer echo every night! ”

In that case, it was moving, and even Hu Yanhui, who was born in 'the old night', couldn't help but change his face at this time.

However, at this time, Geshu Lao Shuai smiled instead.

After a long time, this Purple Governor, the general, and the chief officer of the border army turned around with his hands in his hands, looked at the blue sky outside the window, and said leisurely: "I promise you." ”

"When?!" Yang Tingfeng blurted out exclaimed, unable to suppress the excitement in his eyes.

"I'll make my own arrangements, but not now, you don't have to be impatient...... Ge Shu waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down, "Feng'er, what you have to face if you don't close at night is the place of real combat, behind the treacherous enemy, if you want to succeed, you have to be afraid of even failure and death." You ......"

Yang Tingfeng nodded, how could he not know that it was dangerous not to collect at night.

Sentinels don't collect at night.

This unit on the tip of the knife is an active sentry team of the Zisai border army in the past generations, similar to today's scouts, responsible for special operations missions.

Reconnaissance and espionage have been the riskiest part of the military for generations, and the same is true for night calls.

The risk is also enormous due to the fact that you are often in an environment where you are the first to clash with the enemy.

If things are not harmonious, they are often the first to be killed by the steppe nomads.

And the nomads' hunting and killing of the nomads at night is also the first priority, and they often spare no effort. Cutting heads, peeling skins, gouging out eyes, dragging intestines, cutting yin, nailing spears....... The captured soldiers all ended up worse than dead.

The night is not closed.

Every day is on the verge of life and death, the pressure is huge, every time it is the turn to carry out the task, you must first say goodbye to your family, and if you come back safely, you have to burn paper and incense to celebrate.

In order to ensure secrecy, they usually numbered no more than ten men, and in the event of an enemy attack, they were generally far more numerous than they were kept overnight.

In the contemporary era dominated by cold weapons, it is quite dangerous to have one enemy and two enemies.

What's more, in order to ensure the convenience of movement, the night is generally a light armor short soldier, and the nomads who have superior numbers and strong individual ability are indeed more auspicious.

The night is not closed.

It is the hardest and strongest of the troops.

They had no support, they went behind enemy lines, relying only on their heads, bodies, wills, and brothers around them

They are the true souls of the Great Yin Army, warriors of iron and blood!

No doubt.

The Great Wall of Purple is our northern border.

And the night of 'Wangfeng Sui can't lie down' is our northern night watchman!

The miraculous flame of Chinese civilization has been passed down to this day, because for thousands of years, the night is not harvested and the soldiers of the Zisai border army have watched together!

Long night!

The North Never Forgets!

Time

Back to the present

Listen, the wind is roaring, the snow is howling.

Look, in the wind and snow, countless vigorous figures are also clear or hazy, like smoke and dust that will dissipate at any time.

Hu Yanhui was silent for a long time, with a cold light in his eyes, and after a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Yang Tingfeng, have you decided to give up your position as the commander of the Zhang Ying in armor, and voluntarily join Ye Bu Cheng and become the most ordinary of them?" ”

"Yes!" Yang Tingfeng shouted loudly, with pride and pride in his voice.

Hu Yanhui's white beard was raised, and he asked, "So, do you want to be the best soldier in Zisai?" ”

"Yes!" Yang Tingfeng did not hesitate, and the sound vibrated the world.

Hu Yanhui reached into his arms with one hand, took out a dark token, and held it high: "Don't listen to the order at night——"

As soon as the words fell, on the corner tower of the Baggage Mansion, countless pale, well-armed, murderous warriors appeared, with built-in black-scaled rhinoceros leather armor, a hidden blade in their left hand, and a black robe hood, on which many ropes, strips, and rags of linen were stretched. The eyes as sharp as the stars in the dark night, like the thousands of crossbows, were all aimed at Yang Tingfeng in the field......