Su Heng felt that he was hallucinating.

At first, he thought he had been buried in the sand during the day and burned his eyes.

But for days, every night he would see the same sight.

It was an extraordinary night, the stars in the sky were still bright, three thousand miles of desert, no mountains, no water, and even the poplar trees, which could take root best in the wasteland, had withered into stakes, so nothing could stop the dense stars in the sky.

In the past, Su Heng liked to lie on the cool sand at night and watch the stars, until now, what was shaking in front of his eyes were all points of light, these points of light were floating in front of him, and each point of light seemed to be different, and even a little more carefully, it seemed that he could see that something was hidden inside.

Su Heng simply gave up struggling, he also asked Lao Tietou, but the answer he got was that he let him plant onions and plunge into the sand for half an hour at noon when the sun was the most poisonous.

"Think of it as looking at the stars. Su Heng comforted himself, although the effect was minimal.

He had been in the desert for nineteen years, and in two months, he would be crowned.

The coronation ceremony should be very important, Su Heng also mentioned the coronation ceremony in the three books he read since he was a child, this is a very important ceremony, but the old iron head never told him to prepare anything.

The old iron head, the old fritter in the old barracks, has three thousand brothers under his hands, I heard that after going out to Beiji twenty years ago, he has been shrinking in the three-thousand miles desert of Beiji Wasteland, and has never gone out for twenty years.

Su Heng was brought back at that time, and I heard the old iron head say that he was an orphan, so he should be thankful for surviving, instead of asking for this and that all day long, this is not what a grateful person should do.

What the old iron head said about wanting this and that, in fact, it is the nameless method of spitting out the heart. From the time Su Heng knew that there was a nameless heart method, he began to try various means to learn, but the old iron head directly issued a ban order, unless he agreed, Su Heng couldn't learn it at all.

That's how it has been, seven or eight years.

"I hope that during the coronation ceremony, I can learn the method of vomiting and accepting the heart. ”

With this wish in mind, Su Heng gradually fell asleep.

After living in the barracks in Huangzhou for nearly twenty years, Su Heng's skin was full of traces of wind and sand, only one pair of eyes were as clear as the starry sky at night, and the rest were as rough and thick as these three thousand miles of desert.

But his biggest dream is to be dressed in white and on a white horse, walking the rivers and lakes with a sword.

Among the three books he read since he was a child, there was a story. There is a sword fairy inside, dressed in white, like an immortal in the sky, and his talent is like a heavenly river, rolling down to the sky.

This sword immortal is a white horse in white!

Although his skin color does not match the white clothes, it does not affect his dream of rivers and lakes, who doesn't want to be angry with fresh clothes, happy revenge? Who doesn't want to be famous and glorious?

It's just that the old iron head doesn't seem to think so, so his dream of being in white has been postponed indefinitely.

In the words of the old iron head, strong force can only be regarded as a reckless man, and if you want to truly win a thousand miles, you must read more books and be talented. Therefore, what Su Heng has read since he was a child is the three books that are unique in the entire wasteland.

Because there is only this old barracks in the 3,000-mile barren state, and in the old barracks, there are only these three books......

The night of the desert is a little cold, especially in the northernmost Beiji Road from the Chu Dynasty, the Beiji Road is more than 30,000 miles in circumference, long and narrow, and is the natural barrier between the Chu and the Northern Junshang Dynasty, and the Huangzhou is the most remote and desolate state among the ten states of the Beiji.

Su Heng flipped his body, the perennial barracks life, from morning to night, he would train with the three thousand veterans, so he fell asleep quickly, but he didn't notice that behind him, a little bit of ghostly light quietly appeared, and there seemed to be a figure shouting in the ghostly light, but there was no sound at all.

......

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Three drums sounded in a row, knocking out the red sun in the east, and the entire veteran camp immediately fell into a cacophony, shouting, scolding, and even the sound of iron pots and helmets colliding. The originally quiet barracks turned into a refreshing vegetable market in an instant.

Su Heng got up and ran towards the old barracks, if he was found not in the barracks, it would definitely be another torture.

Sure enough, just before he was about to step into the tent, an old man with a swarthy face and gray beard blocked his way.

"Ghee sticks for the recruits of the disarming battalion!"

The old man shouted, Su Heng suddenly felt that his ears were torn open by a strong force, and his head instantly roared, but he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately responded loudly,

"Report to the chief, my name is Su Heng, not ghee!"

"I said your name is ghee, you are ghee, understand?"

The old man's roar came even more violently, and Su Heng could even sense that his face was shaking, this was completely the legendary lion's roar!

"Yes, understood!" Su Heng could only answer loudly at the top of his voice.

"Very good! Recruit ghee, run fifty miles, execute it immediately!" The old man's throat was almost on Su Heng's ear, Su Heng didn't dare to stop, and ran directly to the sand dunes!

Immediately afterwards, the old man shouted in another voice, "Everyone, listen, all assemble!"

The noise disappeared without a trace, and the huge barracks were silent!

This old man is the old iron head that Su Heng has been talking about, he is the largest in the entire barracks, and the three thousand veterans are all under his control!

Su Heng pouted while running, wasn't he just sleeping outside for one night? As for running fifty miles? Hey, today's lunch didn't land again!

But when he returned to the barracks after running for fifty miles, he found that all the veterans of the entire barracks were standing under the poisonous sun, motionless and neatly arranged.

The old iron head stood at the front, the sleeve of his left arm swinging irregularly with the wind, and when he went out of Beiji twenty years ago, he heard that he left a left arm outside, and he didn't bring it back.

"All of them, serve the wine!"

Seeing Su Heng come back, Lao Tietou roared, and everyone picked up the wine jar beside them, and looked up to drink bitterly.

Su Heng was directly dumbfounded, as for it? Such a big hatred? Drinking like this is going to be struck by lightning! This is no longer a punishment, but a complete abuse!

If you want to drink, you must dig more than ten zhang deep sand, dig out clear water, and then cooperate with dozens of poisonous insects unique to Huangzhou to brew for a year before you can drink. Usually you can only take a small sip, but now it's okay, and you can drink it directly in front of the wine jar. Although those poisonous insects are of little use to you, is it really good to chew so much?

According to Su Heng's estimate, this meal directly drank up all the ten years of stock in the barracks!

"Good wine!"

"Good wine!"

......

The wine in the wine jar was quickly drunk, and the voices of admiration were endless, but Su Heng's heart was dripping blood, and he felt that the sky was about to fall!

"Ghee sticks, recruits of the disarming battalion!" the old iron man's voice sounded in the desert.

"Here!"

"Let you catch enough poisonous insects in two months to make wine again!"

"Yes. ”

"It's not loud enough, do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir!"

Su Heng almost broke his throat, and his head was dizzy for a while, so many jars of wine, it is estimated that those poisonous insects in the wasteland will be extinct, right?

"Adjutant, get on the roster!"

"Yes!"

didn't wait for Su Heng to feel sorry for himself again, the old iron head's next words made him instantly shake his spirit.

Don't......!?

Su Heng didn't even dare to think about it, for fear that a thought would scare this beautiful thing away.

Twenty years ago, the number of people exceeded 30,000, and it was called the first iron cavalry in the world...... Today is the first time in 20 years that my disarming battalion has opened a book, and Su Heng, a recruit from the disarming battalion, is at the bottom of the word A, can you have any objections?"

In the last sentence, the old iron head almost shouted hoarsely,

"No objections!"

"No objections!"

......

In the desert, there was a sudden roar, the earth shook, and a cry seemed to wipe away the dust that had been sealed on the war knife for twenty years, and in an instant, the murderous aura was full of wilderness.

Two lines of old tears slipped down the dark faces of the three thousand veterans, twenty years, for the first time, these veterans cried together!

Su Heng didn't know why, his mood was suddenly extremely heavy, as if after his name was on the roster, he had a mountain and another mountain on his shoulders......

"The secluded Beiji, the blood has not dried!The old man is old, and there is no truce to die!" ......

The three thousand old pawns sang a nameless tune in a low voice, heavy as a mountain, vast as the ground, and dozens of miles within a radius were shocked by an inexplicable breath.

Two months later,

Su Heng, who had learned the Nameless Heart Method, was dressed in sackcloth, riding a thin horse, and slowly walked out of the 3,000-mile desert that he had not left for twenty years.

On that day, there was an uproar in the government and the opposition in Jushou, and some of the crazy people in the north were going to go south......