The middle-aged man ignored his questioning, but asked directly, "What's your name?"

"Yu Ming. The boy replied as he sat on horseback.

Straightened up and looked around, and suddenly found that he was sitting on horseback with an unusually good spirit, and looking at the surroundings was also excellent.

The environment is really good, and the spirit is just his own feeling.

If he had a mirror, he might find that he was no different from an old hen on a rainy day.

But even sitting high on horseback, Yu Ming actually found that his gaze was only at the level of the man, and he couldn't help but wonder what this person ate to grow up.

"Why are you here?"

"Come to the army, from that army. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, "There is only one army here. ”

Yu Ming didn't know what the name of the army was, and the storyteller only cared about what he said in his mouth to attract people's attention in order to earn a few more copper plates.

Hearing the middle-aged man say that there is only one army, then there is no need to worry about whether he has voted for the wrong army, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, that is the army." ”

The middle-aged man didn't think about anything more, nor did he ask some other questions, but said directly: "Very good, you can go back." ”

The Zhennan Army never asks where others come from, and even if someone comes to join the army, they only need to ask after joining the Zhennan Army and before going to the battlefield.

Yu Ming was slightly stunned, looked at the rain that kept falling around him, and hurriedly replied: "I came here after running a long way, I can't just go back, right? At least I have to stay for one night, and my dry food is almost finished." ”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, and he should have felt that it seemed a little inappropriate to let the family go back like this, so he nodded slightly and added: "Also, you go back and leave this horse behind." ”

Yu Ming was a little suspicious that he had heard something wrong, and he didn't quarrel with him, but just whispered tentatively: "This is my horse." ”

"This is the horse of the Zhennan Army. ”

Yu Ming said in a little anxious with a crying tone: "This is obviously mine, and the gentleman in the city said that he would give it to me." ”

The middle-aged man no longer argues with him about whose horse it is.

The spear pointed obliquely, and the muddy ground on the side of the war horse, which had been beaten by the rain, separated, leaving a deep cut.

The war horse did not panic, and when facing the enemy, he either fought, fled, or found a way to deal with it.

No matter which one you choose, panic will obviously only make these choices less easy to implement, but it is difficult for ordinary people to remain in danger when facing danger, panic is the instinctive reaction of people and animals, what the Zhennan army has to do is to turn ordinary people into unusual people, and the same is true for war horses.

That's why the performance of this war horse in the face of the arrow with the bow was relaxed.

This is the most basic condition for judging whether a horse and a person can go to the battlefield, and you can run away when the battle situation is unfavorable, but you can't run away in a panic.

It's not that this will damage the image of this army in the eyes of the world, the Zhennan Army has never pursued this, but panic will greatly reduce the chances of you escaping.

Besides, the middle-aged man was not his enemy.

Yu Ming didn't panic, because he didn't know what was going on at all, and looking at the middle-aged man's movements, he seemed to be tired of leaning forward and slightly tilting the gun.

After a moment, he mechanically turned his head to look at it, and then looked back at the spear, which had been withdrawn without the slightest muddy water on it, before he began to feel deep fear.

The middle-aged man's face was calm, and he looked at the rain falling from the city wall in front of him and said, "You have to know who you are bargaining with. ”

Standing in another city north from here in the autumn of last year, it seemed to be a rainy day, and he was also looking ahead through the rain that kept dripping from under the walls.

The difference was that this time he was facing hundreds of cavalry, but this time there was only one cavalry in front of him, and he did not carry a spear in his hand that time.

But somehow, this time it seemed like he was going to be a little more nervous.

Yu Ming was dumbfounded: "That's not the case, that's not what Mr. Storyteller said." ”

The middle-aged man's face was still calm, and he didn't pay attention to what the storyteller said in his mouth, and actually let a nine-year-old boy come to this city alone on this rainy day, standing in front of him, and just said indifferently: "Now get off the horse and go back, this gun will not fall on you." ”

Yu Ming turned his head to look back, and found that he couldn't see the road clearly, and he could only feel that the rain that had begun to chill on his body was soaking his soul bit by bit.

His mother was right, the rain on the body for a long time will indeed leave a trace of cold.

After a long time, he turned around and looked at the door behind the man, with the three words written on the door that he couldn't recognize, as well as the middle-aged man and the spear in his hand.

Although he couldn't read words, he felt that those three words should be Wanqiu City, the original Wanqiu hills, the hills of the hills looked like this.

One last glance down. It is difficult to ride a tiger, and it is also difficult to ride a horse, this horse is too tall and big, even if he has the intention of retreating, he cannot retreat again.

The war horse named Qianli under his crotch seemed to feel the embarrassment of the young man on his back, and slowly leaned down.

It was only after Yu Ming climbed off the horse that he stood up straight again.

Yu Ming wanted to touch the package on the horse's back, but he couldn't reach it with his hands raised, and the war horse sensed his intentions, but he didn't want to bend down again.

Horses are standing even when they sleep, because in case of sudden danger, especially war horses, it is a taboo to bend down easily.

Yu Ming was quite embarrassed at this time, and he was still bitter and aggrieved.

A little boy, leaving his home and leaving the city, although he is a naughty and mischievous among the children in the city, he still feels a little scared from the bottom of his heart when he meets strangers outside.

Looking back again, he found that there was no mother behind him, and turned around again, but he realized that he could only see the middle-aged man by raising his head high.

This guy is really tall, and his gun is really sharp.

The boy departed disappointed, turned back one last time, and asked cautiously, "That horse was really given to me by a gentleman, who has lived next door to me for many months, and I want to take it back with me." ”

The middle-aged man did not reply, but the hand holding the gun opened and closed slightly, and if you looked closely, you might find that his fingers seemed to be trembling slightly.

Seeing that the other party did not reply, the young man raised his head and cast an inquiring gaze, tears had already slipped from the corners of his eyes, mixed with the rain, and his unclear face carried the grievance that could not be hidden.

The other party still didn't reply, Yu Ming turned to leave, his feet stepped on the muddy ground, and he struggled to lift it.

On the city wall, the two soldiers saw each other, and muttered in a puzzled voice: "What's wrong with our boss this time?"

"I didn't see him come out when someone came to join the army before. ”

"I guess it's because of that horse, have you ever seen someone ride our horse in the army? Besides, how can such a young child come on a horse?"

"I also feel a little wrong when you say that, why is our horse ridden by that kid?"

There are two meanings to this statement, one is very simple and literal, how did the boy get the horse, and the second is why the horse is willing to be ridden by him?

The horse was actually unwilling, just to give him a ride along the way.

If you don't have this kid, Maxima naturally won't be able to come back, and it's not good to bully a child and throw someone down on the way.

Even followed Yang Hejiu to the Spirit Academy, maybe at some point, the dean would cut off a few pieces of meat to taste it.

One person shook his head, "I feel that our boss may regret going back this time, do you know what he means by holding the gun?"

"You don't know what it means to hold a gun? No, you've been practicing your skin for so long, and you have to have seven or eight points if you don't say you're fully acquainted, right? You don't know what the gun is for?"

Of course, the gun is used to stab people, to stab the enemy. ”

"But that kid didn't have any holes in him. ”

If you don't see a hole, it means that you are not an enemy, and if you are not an enemy, why should you carry a gun?

The two of them sighed lightly at the same time, obviously not understanding what was going on with this Commander.

The man quietly looked at the back of the young man who had already walked away, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking through the expression on his face.

Standing on the ground with the spear in his hand, he raised his hand to catch some of the rain dripping from the city wall, looked down for a moment, and gently swiped it into the muddy ground in front of him with a sigh.

Then he walked to the side of Maxima and touched a few large and small cloth bags on the back of the war horse.

His fingers touched a hard object and pinched it slightly, making a crunch sound from inside the package.

The man was slightly startled and frowned slightly.

"Someone!" the man shouted back.

The patrol guards on the city walls, taking advantage of the light that was no longer clear, occasionally turned their heads to look at the Commander with strange eyes as he sat on a small bench brought by a soldier, eating a few steamed cakes from his horse.

Smelling the taste, the steamed cake should be filled with freshly pickled spicy cabbage, and the sound of fine chewing is accompanied by the rain outside the city hitting the ground very rhythmically.

Although the smell of pickles wafted into the air and diluted by the rain, it still can't be completely masked.

One of the guards directly above the gate couldn't help but clutch his stomach that had just filled his supper, and then swallowed hard.

Not long after, a jar of pickled vegetables had been eaten, and a few steamed cakes were all eaten.

The man stood up with some satisfaction and said, "This cake tastes the same whether it is soaked in water or not." ”

It was also in that city, when he had two jars of wine in his hand, and said the same thing, and this wine tasted the same with or without water.

But that time it was dissatisfied, but this time it was quite satisfied.

The rain could not hide the aroma of the pickles, nor could it dilute the original taste of these steamed cakes, and he had a different feeling from these steamed cakes and the jar of pickles.

That's the feeling he wants, so he's nervous now, even more nervous than when he was alone with hundreds of Dachang cavalry.

Standing up, looking into the distance, frowning slightly, he said to himself further north, "I like the gift you gave me." ”

He walked back to the horse outside the city, patted his mouth, and said, "What about you?

War horses, don't look over and don't agree, who would like a stinky boy who pees on himself?