Night.

Liaoning.

When she returned home, she removed the prosthesis of her left hand and hung it on a wooden stand beside her.

"It's so late today, so busy now?"

His wife stepped forward to help Wushu'er untie her clothes and warm a jug of milk for her tired husband.

"Busy, there will be a lot of household registration changes these days, and the household registration department can't move its feet."

"The bunny is asleep?"

"Well, I slept on, I was third in the grade exam today, but I was so happy that he was so happy."

"Haha, this rabbit cub has a future, what about the small one?"

"I also slept, and I messed around with his brother for an afternoon, and I was already tired."

"Hey, these two little bunnies."

Wushu'er took a sip of hot milk and smiled all over her face.

"Are you hungry, you've come back at this point for the past two days, I'll go get you something to eat, I'm not hungry just by drinking milk,"

Wushu'er's wife got up and walked to the stove house.

Wu Shu'er nodded and didn't stop it, it's really too tiring these days, a large number of militia members want to change their military status, and the number of registrars is far from enough, and now the registrars in charge of selection in various towns are all middle and low-level officers in the army.

At present, the most concentrated cultural level in Liaoning is either the various Xinzheng units, or those students who have not yet graduated, while the largest group of people are in the army.

Because there are cultural courses in the army, for soldiers who want to go up, literacy has become the first threshold for them to reach the position of commander and chief.

After a while, Wushu'er's wife brought a stack of food.

A piece of stewed soft mutton, a bowl of mutton broth.

"Enough is enough, it's time to go to bed after eating these, and I'll have to catch up early tomorrow."

Seeing that his wife was about to go to the stove house again, Wushu'er hurriedly stopped her.

"You can also sit down and drink some soup, you are still busy so late."

"It's a distressing person, then I'll drink some with you."

"What you said, don't you know if I hurt people?"

"Virtue."

Wushu'er's wife had a happy smile on her face and nodded his nose.

There is a warmth between the old husband and wife that others do not have.

——

"Assemble, assemble!"

"It's so slow, you still want to enter the two armies of the Tiger Ben Eagle Strike, dreaming!"

Three or four o'clock in the morning.

In a huge urn city built in the wilderness, there was a roar.

The weather at night is not pleasant, although the day is hot and dry, but it does not prevent it from freezing at night.

More than 200 militiamen who had entered Group A were kicked out of their beds with a stunned face amid the roar of a group of veterans from the Tiger Army.

"Gear you up for half an hour! Fast! ”

With a bang, the militiamen in the yurt quickly got up and put on the equipment they had issued yesterday.

Armour.

A complete set of iron armor.

This made these militiamen very excited, although they knew that the armament of the two armies was good, but they never thought that it would be so good.

Yesterday I was delighted when I received the equipment.

It's painful to wear it today.

You can't wear this thing on a person!

"Brother, you wear it first, help me after you wear it!"

Dianfeng quickly said to his younger brother.

Then he put his hands up and down, helping Dian Lei to put on.

But the iron armor was too heavy, and even if the two brothers worked together, a quarter of an hour had already passed by the time they really put on the armor.

And the clothes are still crooked.

In the end, it took nearly two quarters of an hour for two hundred militiamen to walk out of the tent in crooked armor.

Strangely, there were no old men outside the tent at all.

For a while, everyone didn't know why.

But in an instant, as the last militiaman walked out of the tent, swished.

Countless rains of arrows poured down on them.

For a time all the militia panicked.

subsequently

Xiao Ying.

More than 200 militiamen scattered and fled.

No one noticed that the shafts of the arrows that were fired at them were flat, and the arrows were so large that they did not have the slightest lethality at all.

No one noticed that most of the arrows were aimed at their waist and abdomen.

The rain of arrows continued, as if it wouldn't stop at all.

And the militia were scurrying around in the urn like headless flies.

The smarter ones ran for a while and then found cover to dodge, while the more kept running until they ran out of energy.

Gradually, there was no longer the sound of running in the urn city, replaced by layers of gasps.

Buzz –

Countless torches lit up at this moment, illuminating the entire urn city.

On the city wall, thousands of soldiers appeared.

A voice of utter disappointment rang out.

"Just you? It's worth it for me to bring the soldiers of the first school to train you?! ”

"A bunch of rats!"

"A bunch of rotten wood!"

"Your armor is an ornament?"

"Are your eyes ornamental?"

"That's how you militia deserve?!"

"Scum!"

The shouts and curses made these militiamen unable to raise their heads.

"Stand up for those who have military positions in the militia!"

With the sound of loud shouting, more than a dozen people stood up one after another in the militia.

"Record their waist cards, each person loses ten points, and all those who don't have a flat score on the settlement day will roll!"

"No!"

The reason why hundreds of soldiers in armor on the city wall went down, and the reason why so many people went down was also because they were afraid that there were really people below who had not woken up from the Xiao camp.

Register the standing militiamen's waist tags.

"Big brother."

The two of them shrank together before, and Dian Lei whispered to Dianfeng, without him, because his eldest brother was one of the people who got up.

Dian Feng's face was very ugly, ashamed, and angry, obviously he used to demand himself and his younger brother according to the specifications of the regular army, why was his mind full of fear when he encountered the scene just now?

Why?

Dianfeng's hands were clenched into fists, and the fingers under the gloves were pinched white.

Record the waist card.

Thousands of soldiers hid in the darkness, leaving only torches for light.

And the owner of the voice did not speak again.

Only the militiamen below were left in a daze.

This confusion lasted for a while.

No one spoke.

Dianfeng's fists were still clenched, and unwilling thoughts filled his chest.

His brother looked at him worriedly.

Another moment.

Dian Feng's fist loosened, and he looked back at his younger brother, recalling in his mind the scene of the two brothers practicing with Grandpa in the past.

In his memory, his grandfather with a fierce face often smiled gently with the two brothers: "Ah Feng Alei, you must remember that if you enter the army one day, you can rely on not only the equipment on your body, but also your comrades. ”

"Fellows."

In order to cover the retreat of the Yutu team, his grandfather stayed in the land of the Su Shen people forever.

Dian Feng pursed his lips, listening to the man who had been kneeling at the door of their house for a whole day say that he had Grandpa died for him, and when he retrieved the body, he was hit by seventeen arrows in his body, and the arrows were in front of him.

“.”

"Ladies and gentlemen! I'm the third team of the militia in Zeshui Town! Now, according to the needs of wartime, you have been temporarily called up to listen to my command, but there is no objection! ”

In the silent urn city, the sound of the wind was like thunder, waking up all the distracted militiamen.

"Zeshui militia soldier Dian Lei asks to join the team!"

"Join the team!"

Dian Lei was the first to respond, and after getting a response, he ran to stand behind Dian Feng.

The rest of the militia, you look at me, I look at you, and then two or three people get up.

"Shihu is a soldier of Xiashi Village, and Shi Hu asks to join the team!"

"Join the team!"

"Xiashi Village Soldier Shi Niu asks to join the team!"

"Join the team!"

"Kamiishi Village"

“.”

"Blackwater Village"

“.”

The sound of joining the team sounded one after another, and there were more and more militiamen behind Dian Feng.

On the wall of the urn city, Nie Yun, the general of the Tiger Army, smiled and pointed to the wind below and said, "Add twenty points to this kid, and he will be appointed as the chief after the selection." ”

"No."

The chief bookkeeper of the army wrote the name of the wind in the record book.

(End of chapter)