On the first day of the seventh month of the sixth year of Yongjia in the Great Jin Dynasty (312), it was sunny.

The 50,000 Hu grain transferred from Xinzhengcang was successfully transported to Mazhu by the ship of Yang Bao, the captain of the Luoyang branch.

Along with them were officers at or above the rank of chief drawn from the various Tuntian armies.

In the evening, when the sun was not very poisonous, the officers left the ranks one after another, and the sergeants with their respective bands began to familiarize themselves with the procession.

Peng Ling was wearing a leather armor, stroking a saber in his hand, and looked at the more than fifty people under him with blazing eyes.

He keenly noticed that this army, called the Black Army, seemed to have the same establishment as the Silver Spear Army, with about 600 people in one building.

Heyang Sanzhu is composed of two buildings in total.

Chen Gong specially ordered that the soldiers sent from Luoyang were responsible for the construction of the city, and they did not need to participate, and they would practice regularly after eating and learning the method of fighting in battle formations.

Peng Ling also learned with him.

His archery skills began to be learned after he became a chief, and his skills were really not good, and he was a little ashamed of his identity.

When the sun went down completely, the teams disbanded one after another.

The sergeants hurried back home, bringing up fragrant meals and feasting on them.

Peng Ling thought of his wife and children who were far away in Juancheng, and couldn't help but sigh.

When people have care, their hearts are softened.

But there are some obsessions, and he has never changed.

He subconsciously looked at Luoyang, and after snorting lightly, he sat on the ground outside a private house and ate corn.

"Team leader, have you ever eaten steamed cakes?" The owner of this house happened to be a sergeant in his team, and he asked.

"I've eaten in Juancheng, what's wrong?"

"I haven't eaten it yet." The sergeant sighed while eating corn, "I heard that it is made of pig paste, how fragrant is that?" ”

At this time, it is customary to have horned animals such as cattle and sheep, and their oil is called "fat", such as mutton fat.

Those without horns such as pigs and dogs, their oil is called "paste", such as pig paste, dog skin paste.

And then it leads to the people's fat and people's ointment, which is a metaphor for the people's oil and water.

Food with oil and water, that's really fragrant.

"Practice martial arts well, be familiar with the military formation, and make some contributions to the battle formation, it is easy to rise, and it is not easy to eat some pig paste steamed cakes at that time?" Peng Ling put down the dishes and chopsticks and said seriously: "I made meritorious service in Duyang back then, and then I slowly rose to the team leader. ”

"Maybe one day I will be promoted to the owner of the building." The sergeant complimented.

Peng Ling shook his head and said, "Unless the Black Army expands a few more buildings, it will be difficult." ”

"I see." The sergeant stopped asking and bowed his head to eat in peace.

He has a wife and two children.

His wife was just outside the thatched hut sewing clothes in the sun, and her face was full of happy smiles.

Peng Ling noticed that the woman was wearing new clothes, which were obviously made of the white linen cloth of Yushanwu distributed by Chen Gong.

She's probably just dressed for this one.

With new clothes, I finally don't have to hide inside the house.

Thinking of this, Peng Ling sighed, don't blame the homeless people for grabbing things, they are really poor. No one cares about their joys and sorrows, as long as someone treats them a little bit better, so that they can live and get better and better, they will die.

The sergeant's two children, still running naked, were called back by their mother, and they munched on a gruel mixed with wild vegetables and leaves, glancing at the thick corn in their father's bowl as they ate.

The woman led the children into the house so that they would not make any more noise after drooling.

Although men no longer build cities, it is not easy at all.

Practicing military formations and practicing martial arts, which one is not too wasteful? That little bit of corn wasn't enough.

"You don't need to practice martial arts tomorrow, but to recognize the golden drum flag, get up early, don't be late." After Peng Ling finished eating, he went to the river to wash the dishes.

Not far away, a large group of sergeants dressed in bright light armor stood eyeing him.

Behind the sergeant was a grass hut, lit on the lamp, and the distinctive smell of oil could be smelled from a distance.

That is the residence of Chen Gong, and he is still reading the seal at night?

Peng Ling quietly left, standing by the river, quietly listening to the sound of rushing water.

In front of his feet is a very well-kept vegetable bed, and green courgettes have grown, which looks very good.

There were a few shelves next to the vegetable furrow, and I didn't know what to plant.

Ma Zhu is not big, there are no secrets.

Peng Ling often saw Chen Gong busy working in the vegetable bed, and he also built the shelves with his own hands, and laughed that after the melon beans were ripe, please eat them together.

A general without a frame is really good, and it makes people feel kind.

When I returned to my residence, it was filled with snoring and the smell of stinky feet.

Peng Ling took off the ring-headed knife hanging on the wall, walked out of the hut, and practiced in the night.

There is no trickery on the battlefield, and it is compared to this well-tempered blow.

The difference between skill and skill is often the difference between life and death.

It is not a lie for a master to compete with each other and to divide life and death.

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And so the days passed.

For Peng Ling, everything seems to be fulfilling.

He spends his days with the sergeants on his team, and the Silver Spear sends veterans to teach them the craft and tips for surviving on the battlefield.

Every two or three days, he could always see Chen Gong.

He patrolled from sandbar to sandbank, sometimes supervising the construction of the city, sometimes training the sergeants himself, sometimes reading official letters, and sometimes planting vegetables and feeding the sheep.

Everyone can see his amazing martial arts.

Everyone can hear his confident voice.

In every corner of Heyang Sanzhu, his glorious past is gradually circulating.

The battle of Yemagang broke Shile, the battle of Dayang broke Wang Sang, and the battle of Gaoping broke Jin Zhun, which made people marvel, and many deeds even Peng Ling heard of for the first time.

Occasionally, a woman would come to see him, and she looked to be in her thirties—some say she was in her forties—and at this time the Chen Guild would leave by boat.

Peng Ling didn't like this woman. Because she always has a high-minded and commanding demeanor, when her eyes occasionally sweep over them, it is like looking at ants, which makes people very annoyed.

You are so noble, don't you still want to serve Chen Gong? What's it packed in?

This woman came twice in June, once in early July, and now in early August, but she never came, and disappeared for a whole month.

On the third day of the first month of August, Luoyang sent 100,000 Hu military rations, nearly half a month later than originally planned.

This poor ghost court!

On the fourth day of the first month of August, another batch of equipment was delivered.

When he first saw the pitch-black spear, Peng Ling fell in love with it.

The real black spear was much stronger than the wooden spear that had been practiced for months before.

This court is still somewhat useful!

On the same day, Chen Gong organized a drill.

A whole 1,200 people stood in the scorching sun, their high-pitched voices resounding through Sanzhu, and the straw men were almost stabbed by them.

However, when talking to the Silver Spear Army, they were defeated in a daze, which made people a little angry.

"Eat melons, eat melons!" The sergeants brought in baskets of freshly picked courgettes and a batch of yellow melons, which seemed to have been brought from somewhere else.

When everyone saw it, they immediately swallowed their saliva.

Shao Xun took the knife, gently cut the melon, and said, "This is the melon picked from Gaozhu today." The sandy soil is fertile, the melons are delicious, everyone has a share, and they are collected by the team. ”

"Xie Chen Gong." Everyone who received it was grateful.

Not only because of the melons this time, but also because of the great improvement in their family life.

After dividing the melons, Shao Xun did not eat, but walked on the grass with his hands behind his back.

The whole 1,200 people were silent, and only the sound of chewing was left in the field.

Wherever he went, the sergeant who ate the melon would even subconsciously stop and eat it carefully after he had passed.

"In the past, Luoyang was in turmoil, and I was stationed in front of the Taiji Palace, but there were only 600 people." Shao Xun's voice drifted far away in the night wind: "Now there are 6,000 people in the left battalion of the silver spear, brave and good at fighting, and they are not afraid of death, why not?" ”

No one spoke.

"Whoever beheads the enemy will be rewarded with food."

"Those who have made meritorious contributions and promoted to official positions have Lutian grain and rice to receive, and the team leader will have 50 acres."

"Those who are killed and wounded in war have their own money and pensions. His family gives 20 grain beans a year and receives it for 10 years. ”

"This is the Silver Spear Army, my left arm."

"The three cities of Heyang are very important, and if you resist the enemy here, you can stop the thieves north of the river, and your family can also farm with peace of mind."

"In the area of Hebei Shama Embankment, a thief camp has been erected, and there are many of them, and their momentum is rampant, and they may invade the south at any time."

"The Silver Spear Army will not stay in Heyang for a long time, and sooner or later you will need to wait for the top. In my opinion, the Black Army is my right arm, the iron fist of the right arm that nailed the Huns firmly to the north bank of the river. ”

"I have a right-hand man, why worry about the affairs of the world?"

"There will be wealth, women will have it, and there will be a future, just fight bravely, and you should be encouraged."

Peng Ling was thrilled when he heard it.

It turns out that the Black Army is so important? It's not in vain that I have practiced hard day and night.

He believed everything Chen Gong said.

The love of the soldiers of the Silver Spear Army for him is not fake, he is such a person who does what he says. Even in the year of the catastrophe, the rations of other people were reduced, and the soldiers of the Silver Spear Army were not disadvantaged.

When did the warriors of the Great Jin Dynasty have such a comfortable day? When have you ever been treated as a human being?

"After three days, practice the Glaive Formation, and wait for a snack." After Shao Xun finished speaking, he clapped his hands.

Cai Cheng immediately stepped forward.

"The day after tomorrow, organize people to go to the pond to catch fish. The sheep that have been raised for several months are slaughtered together. The sons and daughters have worked hard and can't be treated badly. ”

"Yes." Cai Cheng replied loudly, and then took his own soldiers to announce the good news loudly to everyone.

Not surprisingly, enthusiastic cheers rang out instantly. The sound was so loud that Gao Zhu and Tao Zhu, who were two miles away, heard it.

Perhaps, even the Huns on the north shore heard it.

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