It has been a long time since the Battle of the Three Kingdoms of Tang Shenliang, but just like the Ceremony of Stopping Ge, where there are people, there is competition, and where there is competition, casualties are inevitable.

Everything is as recorded in the historical classics, after the Kingdom of God and the Great Liang soldiers arrived in Tai'an City, there was no appalling war broke out, but the small frictions between countries have never stopped, and these frictions between each other's victories and defeats, the military of the three countries have a tacit understanding to keep secrets.

That day, after Li Taibai forcibly poured a true qi into Ye Xiaodie, Ye Xiaodie was directly thrown to the Tang Dynasty Military Department by Lu Dongting under the instruction of Li Taibai. I only said goodbye to Ruan Zhuxing in a hurry, but I didn't even see the highlight of the retreat.

With the face of Wudang in charge of the sect and the care of Li Gongqiu, although Ye Xiaodie's road to the army is not straightforward, compared with ordinary people, Ye Xiaodie can be regarded as a well-deserved Pingchuan.

This can be regarded as the most powerful combat force under Li Gongqiu, which has only been 100 cavalry since its formation, but there are countless cases of 100 cavalry fighting 1,000 armies in the Tang Dynasty Army.

Therefore, it is well known in the armies of the Great Liang and the Kingdom of God - kill one White Horse Guerrilla, promote three levels in a row, and reward 100 gold.

And the White Horse Guerrilla for the officers and soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, as long as they are lucky enough to not die for three years, it represents the steady progress in the officialdom.

"Vomit ......"

Ye Xiaodie, who was dressed in cloth, half-knelt on the ground and vomited.

Just after a small-scale bloody battle, the eleven white-horse guerrillas came and went like the wind among the thousands of Daliang border troops, and in less than half an hour, only more than 100 corpses of the Liangbian border army were left in the wind and sand, and the laughter of the white-horse guerrillas.

"Brother Xiaoye, come and take a sip of wine and press it!"

A middle-aged man smiled heartily, took off the wine bag on his waist and threw it to Ye Xiaodi.

His name is Tang Bugui, Captain of the White Horse, and the captain of the 10th Squad of the White Horse Guerrillas.

The White Horse Shortstop has a strong record and is even more fierce. At first, he was the most disgusted with Ye Xiaodi and became the one hundred and first rider of the White Horse Guerrilla.

In fact, it's not just Tang Bugui, many guerrillas are not very interested in related households like Ye Xiaodie.

Here, in addition to Li Gongqiu's military order, even the holy decree of His Majesty the King of Tang is useless, not to mention Li Maogong's letter of care, which was torn and shattered by the brothers guarding the camp when he first arrived at the camp gate.

However, people will always change, several sarcastic and provocative, especially when the death and life contract stopped an inch at Tang Bugui's throat, at least the White Horse guerrillas no longer have any contempt for Ye Xiaodi's strength.

Then Ye Xiaodie went into battle without armor and refused the white horse sent by Li Maogong, which impressed many older people with him.

Over time, Ye Xiaodi and the little black horse he rode from Wudang Mountain were accepted by the white-horse guerrillas, although everyone always seemed so out of place.

"Brother Xiao Ye, weren't you old last month, where did you break the old place, why did you still feel like killing someone for the first time!"

Tang Bugui threw the wine sac Ye Xiaodi did not catch it, and a guerrilla named Wang Tiehan picked up the wine sac and handed it to Ye Xiaodi with a smile.

Wang Tiehan is burly, and Ye Xiaodi is five years old, so he always unconsciously reveals a brotherly attitude.

"Look, the little iron man is starting to charge the big one again!"

I don't know who said something that caused the guerrillas to laugh.

"In the past, it was Lao Tzu's youngest, yes!But now isn't Brother Xiaoye also joining us! I, as a brother, naturally have to take care of him!"

Wang Tiehan blushed and argued strongly.

"Vomit ......"

After taking the wine sac, Ye Xiaodi hadn't taken a sip yet, thinking back to the scene of the flesh and blood flying not long ago, he couldn't help but spit it out again.

Then Wang Tiehan ushered in a new round of ridicule.

The reason why it is called the white horse guerrilla is because of the white armor, white horse and white robe, holding a bright silver spear, and even the Tang knife at the waist is a high-quality snowflake brocade pattern embroidered with ferret fur.

But Ye Xiaodie's vomit, Wang Tiehan will undoubtedly become another outlier among guerrillas like Ye Xiaodie.

"Brother Xiaoye, you're a little inauthentic!"

Wang Tiehan looked at Ye Xiaodie, who was full of apologies, and said resentfully.

Wang Tiehan approached the mount, and the white horse unconsciously took a few steps back, as if he was disgusted, which caused the surrounding laughter.

Helplessly walking, every time he saw the yellowed robe under his waist, and then looked back at the way the robes leaned forward and backwards, Wang Tiehan had already thought of what he would face after returning to the camp.

Until outside the gate of the White Horse Guerrilla Camp, Ye Xiaodie's pale face finally regained some vitality.

Returning the wine bag to Tang Bugui, Ye Xiaodi staggered back to his camp tent with a slight drunkenness, and without surprise, Wang Tiehan became the entertainment treasure of the whole camp.

Imagine a hundred and ten men staring at a person's lower body in turn, even a straight man will be frightened!

The sound of ridicule was like lightning and thunder on a rainstorm, and from this moment on, the topic of killing the enemy and killing incontinence has been with Wang Tiehan for a long time.

dragged his tired body back to his barracks, and before he had time to dissipate the smell of wine on his body, Ye Xiaodi's body touched the edge of the bed, and his eyelids drooped heavily.

Or the habit that was quickly developed in the White Horse guerrilla camp, Ye Xiaodi only held a saber in his hand when he was drowsy.

Ye Xiaodi didn't understand why Uncle Taishi and Uncle Master had to send him here, and he didn't understand why Uncle Master Zhu passed a letter to prohibit Ye Xiaodi from using a flying sword.

After more than ten years of indisputable life, he suddenly found himself in the shadow of swords and swords, and Ye Xiaodie's clothes were wet every day.

The first time he received the order to attack the camp, Ye Xiaodi was so nervous that he trembled, and the old horse under his crotch was much calmer than him.

The first time he charged with the army, he didn't have time to be at a loss against the first enemy who fell in front of him, and Ye Xiaodi ushered in the second person who slashed at him with a knife.

Gradually, Ye Xiaodi could only bury all his fears in the depths of his heart, forcing himself to adapt to this kind of life full of flesh and blood.

Gradually, Ye Xiaodi was no longer afraid, but the habit of vomiting after every murder was the root of the disease from the beginning.

Perhaps touching the new wound, Ye Xiaodi frowned and turned over, exposing the blood stain to the air.

In his sleep, Ye Xiaodi calculated how long it would take to return to Wudang Mountain, missing his master, missing his brothers, and missing his master. Of course, what I want most is my junior sister.

The hand holding the hilt of the knife tightened a little more, and a lot of thick old skin had grown in the friction place.

Ye Xiaodi is not very good at killing, from the moment he stabbed the Tang knife into Liang Bing's armor for the first time, everyone knew that they were envious, this young Taoist priest who could resist the sword would not kill, and then the guerrillas quietly became more proud.

It is true that the battlefield is not a competition between the rivers and lakes, and it is never a place to fight alone. Even if it was the blatant No. 1 Chu madness in the world, in the face of the encirclement and suppression of the 100,000-strong army, he did not have the demeanor of independence in the world, but retreated in embarrassment.

So the White Horse guerrilla battalion had a tacit understanding, they had a little brother, and every time they fought from now on, everyone would pay more attention.

"Ye Xiao......"

Tang Bu didn't return before he stepped through the door, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Smiling helplessly, Tang Bugui first wiped the flesh and blood on Ye Xiaodi's body after a few times with a cloth bag containing hemp boiling, and then took out the needle and thread to carefully help Ye Xiaodi stitch it up.

Tang Bugui suddenly regretted a little, if he hadn't laughed at the little Taoist priest who had no quarrel with the world a few days ago, there would not have been the picture of the drunken little ghost standing at the camp gate with twenty-eight human heads and vomiting, maybe when the two armies were fighting, this Xiao Ye brother would have spared his life. After all, on this battlefield, those who are afraid of death may not die, and those who are not afraid of death have never a very good chance of living.

Tang Bugui felt that Ye Xiaodie was already a man who did not hesitate to die on the battlefield, but he didn't know that Ye Xiaodie was very afraid of death, more than anyone else.