Blue sky.

White clouds.

Reckless Gobi.

Thousands of people pushed grain carts and followed the army from east to west, through the depths of the Gobi.

Jiang Chen raised his eyes and looked around, still unwilling to believe that when he woke up, he actually became an unlucky man of the Davidwu Dynasty - the Western Regions Army (Qingzhou Department).

Dazed.

Astound.

Unspeakable fear!

The Chinese people have always been the most patient ethnic group, and Rao is so, but they are often afraid of military conscription, afraid that one day they will die in a foreign land, and there will be no bones left......

"The Book of Poetry: Bustard Feather" has a saying: "Su Su Bustard Feather, set in the bud." The king's affairs are in a state of flux, and he cannot be relentless. What is the parents? Hello sky! What do you know?"

Great bustards flutter their wings and perch in flocks on the clumps of oak trees.

The princely family had endless servitude, and I could not go home to cultivate grains.

What do my poor parents feed on?

God is out of reach, when will I be able to return to my hometown?

…………

Jiang Chen didn't expect that this 9-point exam question of "Ancient Poetry Reading" in high school can now be answered with personal experience.

In just five words, it can perfectly interpret the mood of the working people at that time:

Refund!

How unfair is it that the people at the bottom pay the heaviest taxes, but still have to bear the apportioned conscription, year after year, endlessly, and even call it "the king's business"?

Jiang Chen held his breath, held back his anger, and recalled the experience of the original owner.

With the same name and surname, his parents were chased and killed by gangsters, and both fell off a cliff and died.

The tax collector was greedy for the three acres of paddy fields left by his parents, and it happened that the old emperor was so happy that he was so rejoicing in his military efforts to gather the Kyushu soldiers and want to attack the Western Regions, so he arranged for him to become a civilian man of the Western Army (Qingzhou Department), and when the news of death came, he could plunder the precious family property accumulated by the ancestors of the original owner.

When they traveled through Hebei and Liangzhou, the Qingzhou soldiers, a group of arrogant soldiers, could always forcibly ask for supplies from the county seats, and those who refused to give them were killed alive in public...... The master or wife, "bandits are like combs, soldiers are like grates, and officials are like shavings", so the murder is famous, the logistics materials are relatively sufficient, and even the people can eat a bowl of stinky pig water from time to time.

But once you enter the Gobi, the mortality rate will soar at an alarming rate!

30,000 Qingzhou soldiers, with more than 20 casualties;

Of the 60,000 people, more than 8,000 people died, some died of heat, some died of thirst, some died of exhaustion, some were cut off by horse bandits, some were hanged on the flagpole after escaping, and some were stung to death by scorpions like the original owner!

Come to think of this.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but turn his head and ask the old man on the side:

"Why did those who served as soldiers die dozens of people?"

The air was stuffy, and the old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked left and right, and said in a low voice:

"I heard from the veterans in the village that the elites selected by those thousands of people in the state have all undergone the Laoshizi Qingyang ceremony, which can not only prolong life, but also have a body stronger than a bear!"

He frowned and wanted to continue to ask, but the old man shook his hand, saying that he had only heard the old soldier miss two sentences when he was drunk, and he didn't know anything else.

Jiang Chen stared ahead, those tall state soldiers raised their heads and chests, and looked proud, as if they were treating the Gobi as a tourist attraction.

Even if he needs to face the enemy head-on, the survival rate is much higher than that of a man like himself, and he can't help but think in his heart:

"If you want to survive this war to conquer the Western Regions, you must become a Qingzhou soldier, and you must find a way to become one of them!"

…………

In the next five or six days, Jiang Chen followed the Western Army and continued to go deep into the Gobi, and became more and more certain of his initial judgment.

Being promoted from a civilian husband to a Qingzhou soldier is his only way to survive!

If you are honest as a grain carrier, one day, you will be like everyone else...... Death of heat, thirst, exhaustion, disease, and even being stung alive by a scorpion!

Right now.

Hundreds of meters away, the sound of a desolate horn suddenly resounded throughout the audience:

"Woo-woo!"

Jiang Chen's eyebrows stinged, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at the sunset in the distance, the afterglow that should have been warm and warm was now full of blood!

Since coming to this world, he seems to have awakened some kind of danger perception beyond ordinary people, and whenever he perceives danger, his eyebrows will sting slightly.

But the others didn't care, and they all smiled and said:

"You baby, you have been stung by a scorpion!"

But afterwards, Jiang Chen's correct prediction like a ghost possessed by a god gradually made him a little well-known among the people.

"But what the hell is the foot of the fortune?"

In short, his status among the people has been upgraded from a "nobody" to a "folk diviner", and whenever something happens, someone will always come to ask for his opinion.

Jiang Chen stretched out his hand, grabbed the old man on the side, and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Chen, should we find a place to hide? I always felt like something was going to happen. ”

The old man known as "Uncle Chen", whose real name is Chen Buhang, is a fellow villager of the original owner and a distant relative of the five suits.

Because he once sent a few bowls of hot rice to his hungry and cold fellow villagers during the winter conscription, he was a little nicknamed among the people's group and was nicknamed "rice in the snow".

Chen Bu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said:

"You baby, why are you pretending to be a god and tricking me into it? In my opinion, it's just a horse bandit, and afterwards, maybe you can get a piece or two of roast horse meat to try. ”

"Although we don't like those guys with their chins cocked up, when these state soldiers are dancing with knives and guns, they are not ordinary ferocious, so they escort the grain team of 2,000 people and kill 60,000 people, such as cooking sheep and slaughtering chickens, effortlessly!"

"You can put 10,000 hearts at ease, it's impossible to be fine!"

Let's talk about it.

Chen Bu was not hungry, so he took advantage of the fact that the whole army stopped to wait for the enemy, quietly took out a bag of salted pebbles from his arms, and licked them deliciously, as if he was eating a delicious snack, so happy.

"Perhaps, it's really me making a fuss......" Jiang Chen still had doubts in his heart, carefully looked at the surrounding terrain, and silently planned several escape routes in case of emergency.

But at this time.

The sharp-eyed man looked into the distance and shouted in horror:

"Horse bandits!"

"The horse bandits are coming!"

Chen Bu was hungry and licked the pebbles, and said with a slight smugness:

"Look, I'll just say it's a horse bandit."

As soon as the words fell.

On the horizon to the west of the Gobi, a black line suddenly emerged.

Although he couldn't see clearly because he was three or four miles away, Jiang Chen's heart trembled, and he felt a golden iron horse and an iron-blooded army across the battlefield!

The huge sunset, the reckless Gobi, as if they were all shrouded in this sky-high momentum, suppressed, bowed to it!

"That's not right!"

"This can't be a horse bandit!" Jiang Chen's heart was alarmed, and he immediately grabbed Chen Buxing's hand, and said in a low and anxious voice:

"Uncle, don't lick it!"

"Something big is going to happen!"

"Huh?"

Chen was not hungry and was taken aback.

The salted pebbles in his hand fell to the ground.

Jiang Chen frowned, pointed to the Qingzhou soldiers in the distance, and said quickly: "Uncle Chen, you don't believe me, but you always have to believe those guys, right?" ”

"Look closely, what they look like now!"

Following the direction of his index finger, Chen Buyu raised his head suspiciously, looked at the Qingzhou soldiers who were in charge of escorting the grain, and suddenly his eyes widened:

"Dog's day, these guys with eyes above the top actually have a scared day?"

As Chen Buyu said.

The Qingzhou soldiers, who were originally straight and proud by nature, pretended to be ready for battle on the surface, but when they looked closely, many of the soldiers were clutching the blades in their hands and showing panic.

On the contrary, many people have long been accustomed to the protection of the Qingzhou soldiers, talking and laughing, and they don't take the approaching enemy in their eyes.

The black line at sunset is becoming clearer.

With the sound of horses' hooves, thousands of black-robed cavalry came like a tide.

Thereinto.

A general in silver armor rode his horse to the front, like an incomparably sharp arrow, carrying thousands of cavalry galloping towards him!

Next second!

The silver-armored general raised his sword and roared fiercely:

"Protect me Loulan and kill all the Dongban!"

At first he was alone and shouted,

Followed by

It was ten people, a hundred people, and finally spread to the entire army, roaring in unison, and the voice was earth-shattering: "Protect my Loulan and kill all the Eastern Barbarians!" ”

Jiang Chen's heart sank, and he said in a deep voice:

"It's Loulan's regular army!"