Not to mention big fish and meat, there is not even a decent meal.

I still carry weapons every day, from morning to night.

If everyone is like this, it would be fine, but there is a privileged class of young master Yangzi in his own team.

In the ox carts and carriages around him, there are many nobles who enjoy extravagance.

I was eating unpalatable bean cakes and drinking vinegar soup like brush pot water, and not far away, people were eating beef and drinking wine......

As long as you compare, it's really hard to balance mentally.

Especially thinking of the brothers of the 1,000 thousand Niu Wei who were almost "wiped out" a few days ago, everyone couldn't help but be indignant and aggrieved.

Why do you say "almost", because then there was a seriously wounded creep who chased all the way and caught up with the large army.

It's just that when he caught up with Qianniuwei, he only had one breath left.

"Fourth brother, the little wild boar is dying!"

"Although he is not ours, he is a brother who has eaten in a pot. Obeying orders under the same centurion, and now seeing him like this, it is really a little unbearable. ”

Next to the campfire, a soldier in his thirties took a hard bean cake, licked it first, and moistened it with saliva.

With the moisturization of saliva, the bean cake, which is as hard as a stone, is a little loose.

He hurriedly took a bite hard, ignoring the cold, hardness, and throat pulling, and swallowed it directly.

The speed was too fast, and the bean cake choked a little, only making the soldier stare and stiffen his neck.

It took a long time before I grunted and swallowed with difficulty.

Eating bean cakes, I didn't forget to talk to their leaders.

In the sixteen guards of Dasheng, it is stated:

Ten people are one tithe, and the leader is the chief;

A team of 100 people is headed by the captain, who can also be called a centurion;

Five hundred people are the department, the leader is the ministry, and one thousand people are the majority, and the leader is the commander of the thousand.

2,500 people are an army, and those who command an army are generals, partial generals, and so on.

A bonfire, surrounded by a Shi, including Shi Chang, a total of ten people.

Shi Chang is the "fourth brother" in the mouth of the veteran, and he has no serious name, because he ranks fourth among the brothers in the family, and is called Wei Shilang.

Wei Shilang has a short beard and is also about thirty years old.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, square, dark skin, slightly old.

It looks like an old man who has been beaten in the barracks for more than ten years.

Wei Shilang also held a bean cake and gnawed hard.

Hearing the old soldier's words, Wei Shilang's movements paused.

He pinched the bean cake and resisted the urge to turn his head to look at the tent.

“…… No way, this is fate! ”

Wei Shilang took a deep breath and said with a little cruelty:

"It's not just the little boar, it's just me, sooner or later, there will be this day."

After entering the Sixteenth Guard and becoming a soldier, you must be ready to die at any time.

At most, it's just early and late.

"But, the little wild boar is not yet fifteen this year, and he is still a child."

In Dasheng, although the man is twenty crowned, it shows that he is an adult.

But, that's for the nobles.

Ordinary people are basically fifteen percent.

Once a man has passed the age of fifteen, he is considered an adult.

The imperial court selects government soldiers, or conscripts and conscripts, at least men who are at least fifteen years old.

The little wild boar in the mouth of the veteran has a special situation, so he entered Qianniuwei before he became a ding.

It's okay on weekdays, I don't fight, at most I just kill a bandit and raid a house, I am young and my bones have not grown, it doesn't matter, I just run an errand behind a group of uncles and brothers.

But no one thought that Ashinachon would rise up and rebel.

When there is a real war, no one cares whether the soldiers under his command are adults or not.

The little boar was chosen to form a team of a thousand men, responsible for dragging the rebels behind.

Then, almost all the troops were wiped out, and only the little wild boar, a half-grown child, escaped.

The man escaped and caught up with the team, but there was only one breath left.

His arm was broken, a hole was in his stomach, and his intestines were almost exposed.

Seeing such a bloodthirsty little wild boar, the thousands of Niu Guards couldn't imagine how he could hold on to his breath and catch up all the way after being so seriously injured.

The doctor in the army showed it and gave him some medicine.

But, if the stomach is broken, can it still be sewn?

Little boar, you will definitely die!

The worst thing is not that he is not saved, but that he is so seriously injured that he is about to die, but the little wild boar can't even eat a hot meal.

"This broken cake, I almost choked to death as a good person, let alone a little wild boar?"

"Chief, why don't you beg the centurion to see if you can get some rice porridge?"

"This is going to die, can't you let the little wild boar be a full ghost?"

And those who die of hunger shall be ghosts of starvation when they go to the earth.

As soon as he thought of this, the veteran soldier couldn't help but feel sad.

"Centurion is also difficult! Where does he have any food there? ”

"The centurion was not paid enough for months, and the centurion had a family and a family starving."

"This time we went out of Beijing with Hu, we all received orders temporarily, and we didn't even have time to notify our families!"

Not to mention what to prepare.

almost walked on the road empty-handed, relying only on bean cakes and vinegar cloths from his upper hair, barely starving to death.

Rice porridge?

Hehe, if you force the centurion to death, he can't get it.

After Wei Shilang said this, the campfire suddenly fell silent.

Several veterans knew that Shi Chang was right.

Although the centurion was the head of more than 100 of them, he was also from a poor family.

has no family background, no background, he is the one who bleed and was injured, but his military exploits were taken by others.

Based on the centurion's qualifications and martial prowess, he should have been promoted a long time ago.

As a result, I still had to gnaw bean cakes and brush pot water with a group of veterans!

After a long silence, a veteran suddenly thought of something, looked up and asked, "...... What about Lao Zhu? ”

"He's a cook, and even if his master doesn't allow it, he can get something delicious."

"Fourth brother, why don't you go find him?"

At the mention of Lao Zhu, including the person who spoke, the ten people around the bonfire swallowed a mouthful of saliva in unison.

It's not that Lao Zhu is tempting, but the food he delivers, which makes people can't help but drool.

“…… Not good! He's also a slave after all, how can he do it without permission-"

Wei Shilang hesitated a little, and at this time, the dog couldn't help but shout: "Meat!" Braised pork! ”

It's Lao Zhu!

Lao Zhu came to deliver delicious food to the "benefactor"!

Wei Shilang and his brothers, Qi Qi's eyes lit up, and they turned their heads in the direction of the dog's guidance.

Sure enough, in the night, a chubby figure, carrying a big food box, trotted all the way over.

"Benefactor! Gentlemen, I'm here to bring you braised pork! ”

Chef Zhu found his benefactor, Wei Shilang's tent, and ran over happily.

At this time, whether it was Chef Zhu who delivered the meal, or Qianniuwei who was looking forward to the food, they didn't know that just such a braised pork had caused a series of disasters......