Chapter 53: Officers

The battle was stalemate, except for small-scale engagements, neither side invested a large number of troops, but with the arrival of a group of troops, the camp became larger and larger, and these daily contacts evolved into daily temptations, except for the beginning when the two sides had not had time to fully commit to the outbreak of a fairly large battle, and now with the continuous arrival of the rear forces of both sides, the current fight can only be regarded as a calm before the storm.

Every day, when troops go out, the two sides provoke each other, send a few good men in the army to either fight alone or in groups, and then stop in moderation, and the two sides scold and scold and agree to come back tomorrow. The covenant of a few hundred people is a dispensable existence in the upcoming war of hundreds of thousands.

Of course, this act was not official, it was completely a private action of the soldiers, and it was also tacitly acquiesced by the commanders on both sides. There is anger in private. Of course, it's okay to vent, as the boss, turn a blind eye, but if you are beaten to death by others and lose your face, then you really don't have to come back!

These soldiers, the words understood in ink are thorns. There are these people in every military camp in every era. Good enough, unruly enough! Disobedient to discipline but trying to subdue them. In the world where martial arts practice is the norm, these people are first-class good players, if they can be subdued, it is not difficult to become a non-commissioned officer and then get combat merits and rise step by step, but somehow there is this kind of existence that would rather be a small soldier and cause trouble every day.

Unable to surrender to their hearts, they dare not let them lead troops under any circumstances. Otherwise, in the war, they would have rushed towards the other side with their men who were several times more numerous than themselves regardless of the order, and they themselves were not afraid, and their soldiers had already lost their combat strength in fear at the beginning.

Shui Mo sat at the gate of the camp, alone in a daze at the sunset, and when these hundreds of people appeared in his sight, he immediately showed a bright smile.

He took out a wine gourd and poured a few bowls of wine on a table prepared next to him. "Come on, come on, drink a bowl and then go in, you are not allowed to drink alcohol in the army, go in when you are done!" Ignoring the few guards guarding the door.

Who is this guy, it's too blatant!

Even the hundreds of people who sneaked around the barracks couldn't stand the sudden appearance of the child. Go out to fight in a group by yourself and find a remote place, try not to attract attention, everyone is good on the surface, and now this bear child is doing this at the door, you are dead as a military judge!

The military judge, who had a special sign tied to his sleeve, came as promised, and with a tense face, he picked up a notebook and read a long list of names, and then said: "Whoever reads the name will be given ten strokes of the stick per person for sneaking out of the barracks!"

"Yes!" the group gladly accepted the punishment, and then hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the military judge, their eyes glancing at the ink from time to time.

Look what I'm doing! Ink is a little unconvinced, these big men don't have big eyes, and they want to pull themselves into the water.

"What are you still standing here for! Disobey orders?" The military judge stood like a sheep in front of hundreds of lions, and his momentum was a little counter-pressing.

"Great, sir, how to punish drinking?" someone hid in the crowd and shouted, obviously the wine poured out of the ink was very attractive.

The military judge turned his head, swept his eyes to the side where the voice came from, and said indifferently: "Drinking in the army, you know the rules!"

As soon as he said this, the sound of swallowing saliva was missing.

"Then what's the matter with this little ghost?" As soon as the voice came out, Shui Mo immediately searched for the source of the sound, but there were too many people, and his cultivation was low, so he couldn't find it.

The military judge's eyes looked at the ink painting, and the ink booth said that the two brothers guarding the door could testify that they did not drink!

This kid has a heart!

In fact, I don't understand that there are so many hundreds of people, since they can't move their feet because of a little wine, is this thing so good?

Ink, who doesn't like to drink, really can't understand their mood, but from their wolf-like eyes, it proves that this thing is very tempting.

So Shui Mo did something angry, he raised his middle finger and said to hundreds of people: "A group of guys who don't have seeds!"

"Boy, whoever you are, you're in big trouble!" said the military judge to Shui Mo. No matter why this guy is here, if the backstage is not hard enough, he will be knocked out in the middle of the night when he sleeps.

Ink and wash don't take his threat to heart, just this group of people who have no spiritual roots, and their cultivation methods are inferior, although they are much older than ink and wash, but there is absolutely no problem in picking ten by themselves! After all, the kind of people who have spiritual root qualifications to practice are a minority, which looks a bit much, but thinking about the huge population base of the entire Immortal Dynasty, there are even more those who do not have spiritual roots.

In obvious contrast, because of the cultivation of spiritual roots, ink and wash broke through the foundation building period in his teens. People like Yang Rong who can't cultivate aura, are more than twenty years old, and they still haven't broken through the foundation building period, if it weren't for the chance, it is estimated that they won't be able to break through for ten or twenty years if they are unlucky, and they will be small people for the rest of their lives.

may really fight, and Ink will suffer a little loss because his combat experience is not as good as this group of killings, but it is appropriate to retreat with his whole body. Compared to the future, he can break through all the way, and it is possible to live for hundreds or thousands of years, but this group of mortals without spiritual roots can't break through, and after a few decades, they will be a handful of loess.

Therefore, Ink doesn't pay attention to the advice of others at all, and his middle finger is firmly upright towards the opposite side.

Although a large group of people don't understand, a gesture has so many meanings, thinking of the environment at the moment, and they immediately understand it when they sit down.

Finally, someone strode to the side, picked up the wine bowl on the table, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, let out a pleasant gasp, and slammed the wine bowl to the ground with a snap.

Fall, shatter!

The hand stretched out by the ink stiffened in the air, and he didn't have time to stop it, saying that this habit is very bad, who taught him to drink wine and like to break the bowl!

Forget it, it's borrowed anyway, and one of them is your own. Ink feels that the focus now is not on discussing bowls.

Taking a deep breath, Ink gave a thumbs up to the big man who stood up for a drink. The meaning was much simpler and clearer, and the big man who was drinking had a smug look on his face, and he winked at the other group of people.

A hundred military sticks are a hundred military sticks! This group of guys, who are not afraid of heaven and earth, were provoked, and they all stood up and drank it. This time, I obviously didn't drop the bowl, first, I paid attention to the ink, but there were only a few bowls, and if I fell, it was gone.

When the first round was poured, the ink swayed down the wine gourd, and almost half of it was used. Do you want to come back again?

No one dared to respond this time, a bowl of a hundred military sticks, drinking to death!

Then find a punishment, ink and wash a big hand, let go!

Who are you? At this time, a few sober people reacted, who is this kid for a long time!

What the!

Yourself sir?

When was this?

Hundreds of people were so temporarily transferred?

When Shui Mo took out a voucher, this group of killers really clenched their fists, and they had to repair the bear child in front of them.

Especially the bear child in front of him was still shouting loudly that he was meeting everyone for the first time, and he didn't appreciate it when he was invited to drink. In short, his grievances are also great!

In front of the military judge, the hundreds of people dispelled the idea of repairing the ink immediately, and the coming day is long, wait and see!

This is the first day of ink painting and the meeting with a few of his subordinates. When he offered to give him tens of thousands of soldiers to take care of, a group of bigwigs almost held their breath, and finally bargained before throwing these few that others couldn't handle to him.

Those who can cultivate the spiritual root of immortals, the welfare of Dajin has always been very favorable, open a sect, lead troops to fight, as long as they have the strength, the green light all the way, the green light of ink is naturally Mosheng.

Ten military sticks, people with good physique gritted their teeth and lay down overnight, and the next day they were basically alive again. And what about a hundred sticks? Eh, in the makeshift camp that had been built, hundreds of people were lying in a big shed.

Ink is too embarrassed to let people help, and directly said that it is enough to build a larger greenhouse, and the conditions are simple and there is no problem, just lie down people. Of course, my own small tent is troublesome to arrange carefully, and if there are conditions, it is troublesome to decorate some flowers or something.

When the quartermaster walked away with a look of contempt, the image of ink was already unconsciously circulated.

The current greenhouse is like a refugee camp, and Ink is walking through the middle with his hands behind his back, next to him is a gritted tooth and glaring at the small point of Ink. In particular, the ink-like cordial condolences are like wounded soldiers who have just retreated from the front line of the battlefield, massaging their positions with their hands on the batons.

I don't know whether the expressions of a large group of men are excited or painful, anyway, the ink can't be seen, the whole face is distorted, and the expressions can no longer be read.

When Ink experienced the addiction of a commander to comfort the wounded and sick soldiers, he felt that everything that should be done and said had been tried, shook his head and sighed, but so, he left a little lost in a large group of expectant eyes.

With him leaving, the entire camp resumed its humming and cries, especially the few guys who had just been massaged by ink, and their cries were like slaughtered fat pigs, screaming heartbreakingly.

This feud is getting bigger and bigger!

If you really give tens of thousands of soldiers to play with ink, you won't need the enemy to attack you, and your side will mutiny!

At this time, Shui Mo also regretted it a little, things were a little more than expected, the first day was too hard, and the second day there was no activity except for visiting, so I couldn't forcibly drag this group of half-dead guys who had just been beaten with military sticks out to play. Such a little bit of final humanitarianism, ink has not been shamelessly thrown away!

Mo Sheng got the report of his subordinates, but he just laughed and didn't care, hundreds of people, as long as they don't play to death, whatever he wants. It is rare for his nephew to propose that he wants to lead troops to fight, and naturally he will support it with all his might, and if he fails, he will be afraid of anything, just accumulate experience! It can be seen that the hundreds of people under the command of Ink and Wash are not necessarily very popular in ordinary times, otherwise they would not have completely let Ink and Wash be neat and tidy.

However, because the ink painting was so neat, the enemy high-level on the opposite side was blinded.

What? You haven't seen anyone today?

Didn't you fight on time every day before?

Could it be that the spies who got in were discovered?

That's right, there are a few spies under Ink Wash. After collecting intelligence, Da Wei's side identified a few marginal figures, and after the assassination, they were replaced by them who returned to the camp with hundreds of people. It was expected to be a very simple thing, and they went back after being beaten, and these people in disguise had no friends, and they could justifiably spy on the military after they got acquainted, but they were unlucky to meet the ink that was waiting for their men at the gate of the camp.