Ye Yan was not very clear about the entanglement between Shikong and the Nanban and the Qin State, and now listening to Zhang Jiu's tone, it seemed that there would be a big war between the Northern Xinjiang and the Qi State soon.

He didn't doubt the keen intuition of a battlefield veteran, and it was this group of children that worried Ye Yan right now.

They may have learned sufficient battlefield fighting skills before Ye Yan came, or some people have experienced battlefield fighting more than once, but the battlefield is a meat grinder no matter what time it is, and experienced veterans still have the time to die on the battlefield, not to mention these hairy boys.

Ye Yan wanted them all to walk off the battlefield alive, but was that possible?

The hasty training in the past few days may have greatly enhanced their physical fitness, but in modern combat, infiltration, raiding, decapitation, and stealing have not yet been handed over to them.

Looking at the teenagers full of laughter on the river, Ye Yan sighed helplessly.

"Time is too short!"

Zhang Jiu knew what Ye Yan was referring to, and he also sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Try your best, Northern Xinjiang owes too much to the people, and they should live carefree under the wings of their parents." ”

Ye Yan shook his head and was noncommittal: "It's not that Northern Xinjiang owes too much to the people, but in this world, the countries have been fighting for so many years, how can there be any peace." ”

Zhang Jiu's heart moved slightly, and he felt that Ye Yan's words contained deep meaning.

"Haven't all been like this for thousands of years?"

Ye Yan shook his head and looked at the mountains in the distance, stretched out his right hand and held it again, as if he wanted to grab something.

"The mountains and rivers are unified, the dragon court is established, the hegemony of the world is built, the countries return to the northern frontier, the world can be peaceful, so that the people of all countries will not experience the suffering of war."

At this moment, Zhang Jiu was stunned, and he looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

He never imagined that the young man who was almost strangled to death by himself would have such ambitions.

But is this possible, for thousands of years, how many of these wise and martial overlords have not done it, this young man who is only in his early teens can do it?

Even if he can do it, can the national strength of Northern Xinjiang really realize this young man's ambitions?

"Boy, just say these words in front of someone, this will reach the ears of all countries, I don't know how many rangers from other countries will assassinate you."

Ye Yan smiled, didn't divert from the topic, and said, "Let's go see the master,"

Zhang Jiu nodded, and also left Ye Yan's words behind him just now.

On the edge of a cliff in the valley, Shikong sat cross-legged on a boulder, playing a musical instrument that resembled a bamboo flute.

The minor key reverberates melodiously above the valley, and there seems to be nostalgia and grief in the song.

Ye Yan and the others didn't bother Shikong after they came, they just stood quietly behind him and listened.

After a long time, Shikong put the bamboo flute into his arms and looked at the misty valley under the cliff.

"I remember that when the poor monk jumped off the cliff and was rescued by Ye Yi, it was as cold as now, when the poor monk's heart was like ashes, and it was the northern Xinjiang that brought a trace of warmth to the poor monk.

There is no dislike here, there is no xenophobia, even if the poor monks are foreigners, the people here still treat me like a relative.

The poor monk has never seen that country can do this, even if it is known for its benevolence Yan State, and later the Qi State attacked Yuzhou, and the people of Yuzhou City died to protect the country, which made the poor monk see what is the unity of the monarch and the people. ”

Ye Yan and Zhang Jiu listened like this.

Later, the poor monk found Ye Yi and told him that he wanted to enter the death camp, and at that time the poor monk thought that since he was going to die, why not do something for this country, and I asked him again and again and finally agreed.

Later, the poor monks met the brothers of the Death Word Battalion, from Ye Yi to Liu Shisan, they were full of hope and willing to sacrifice, even Li Liu, who betrayed the northern Xinjiang, had sacrificed his life to save the poor monks several times, and they did not hesitate to pay their lives for the northern Xinjiang, and now the northern Xinjiang needs the poor monks, how dare the poor monks retreat?"

After Shikong finished speaking, he stood up and patted the dirt on his robe, "Tomorrow, the poor monk will go north, why not drink it?"

Ye Yan and the others nodded, they knew that it might be difficult to see each other again, although it was forbidden to drink alcohol in the army, but it was during the confrontation between the two armies, and now the heavy snow has not melted, the cold wind is cold, and the Qi soldiers will not launch an offensive if they want to.

Even if there is a real battle, with ancient wine, it is really no different from drinking water for modern Ye Yan, and it will not affect his command of the battle at that time.

Outside Zhang Jiu's tent, a group of half-grown boys were secretly looking inside.

Led by Ge Dongtian and a grim-faced young man, the young man stood beside Ge Dongtian with a wooden gun on his back, wearing thatched armor and rag shoes on his feet.

Ge Dongtian turned his head to the cold young man and asked, "Leng Xiao, what do you think wine tastes like?"

Leng Xiao shook his head and spit out three words coldly: "I don't know." ”

When other teenagers heard Ge Dongtian ask what wine tasted like, some were curious, and some said old-fashionedly: "That's it, when Daddy drank, Auntie said all day long that he drank horse urine and didn't know what his surname was, so he must have the same taste as horse urine." ”

"No, then why do so many big people like to drink?"

"Don't listen to this kid, didn't the captain who trained us say that a man should drink the strongest wine and cut the fiercest enemy, and he should have drunk to be considered a man."

The voices of the teenagers were getting louder and louder, and Ye Yan said to Zhang Jiu and Shikong with a smile when he heard this: "I'll go and see what these stinky boys are doing." ”

After saying that, Ye Yan got up, lifted the curtain of the camp tent, and walked out of the camp tent.

The teenagers found Ye Yan coming out and stood up and saluted: "Strategist." ”

Ye Yan waved his hand and said with a smile: "You stinky boys don't go to eat, what are you doing in the school tent." ”

Young people, look at me, I see if you don't dare to speak, after all, drinking alcohol in the army is taboo, and they also know very well that the deputy general is willing to go to the South Barbarian for the sake of northern Xinjiang. The strategist and the lieutenant made an exception in order to see him off, and if they dared to talk about drinking, the lieutenant might have come over with a meal.

At this time, even the bold Ge Dongtian didn't dare to speak, after all, Zhang Jiu was in the camp tent, and if he heard it, his ass would not bloom.

"I want to drink!"

At this time, a cold voice came from Ge Dongtian's side, and it was Leng Xiao who spoke.

Ye Yan looked at the young man who spoke, and Leng Xiao was not afraid to look at Ye Yan like this.

After a long time, Ye Yan retracted his gaze, and was a little satisfied with the young man called Leng Xiao.

He initially felt from such a young man, calm, perseverance, and thought in his heart, "It's a good seedling, and if you train it well, you should be able to lead a team alone." ”

"Drinking?"

"Yes, I want to drink."

Ye Yan smiled: "Why do you want to drink?"

Leng Xiao took the wooden gun behind his back and stood at his side: "If you drink alcohol, you are a man, I want to be a man." ”

Ye Yan shook his head, looked at the teenagers standing in front of the tent, and said, "Either you have drunk or are men, men dare to face any danger without yielding,

Men are daring to take up their own weapons to defend their loved ones, their own country,

Those who dare to kill the enemy and dare to defend the territory of the country with their own lives stand up to the sky and the earth, this is a man, not a man who has drunk alcohol. ”