After giving Li Ping a suspicious look, Captain Wang finally chose to leave.

"Calling one by one's first name means contempt in this day and age. People who don't know may think we have some grudge!" Li Ping said angrily after Captain Wang left.

"Stop talking about those useless things, I am still your superior! I can call you by your first name and talk about business." Zhao Jin still did not spoil Li Ping, and he did not stop doing his homework.

"It's okay. I'm much better today. I feel like there's no big problem. It's definitely fine just riding without doing anything else." Li Ping had no choice but to talk about the topic seriously.

Zhao Jin nodded with satisfaction and said, "We will continue tomorrow. You don't have to worry about anything else. Just concentrate on practicing your horse riding."

"Yes!" Li Ping responded obediently.

He was actually very lucky in his heart. If he hadn't had a comrade like him before, who would take him to find a place to ride for two laps when nothing happened, this situation would have been really troublesome if he had to learn from scratch now.

Glancing at Li Ping's dry lips, Zhao Jin took off the gourd on his body and said, "You must be thirsty! Drink something quickly."

The drinking tools of the two are different. Li Ping's water bladder is a good item, but most people still use gourds and bamboo tubes.

Gudong... Gudong...

Li Ping was not polite either. He took the gourd from Zhao Jin, raised his neck and drank it all in one go, without even thinking about leaving some for Zhao Jin.

After drinking some water and wiping his lips with his hand, Li Ping finally couldn't help but smile playfully: "I feel good today, but my face looks a little tender."

Zhao Jin's face immediately darkened, and he cursed in a low voice: "Can you be more serious! I'm young? You are more young! Now that I see your face like a new recruit's egg, you are here with me and five people, I feel very special.

Beat you up."

Seeing that Li Ping was just pouting nonchalantly, Zhao Jin got a little angry and slapped Li Ping on the head.

When Li Ping called out "Oh!", Zhao Jin suddenly said with a gloomy face: "Today's attack has been fruitless again. How can we go on like this!"

When Li Ping heard this, his desire to play was instantly gone, and his face was immediately filled with gloom.

He said depressedly: "I also listened carefully. Today's artillery fire is thinner and shorter than in the past. It seems that the offensive is also weaker. It is really not good!"

"You didn't think of anything else?" Zhao Jin asked with a frown.

Knowing Li Ping's preference to read historical books in his free time, Zhao Jin asked every day, hoping to get more useful information.

But Li Ping couldn't help but smiled bitterly again and said: "Brother, I read books mainly for entertainment, so that I can remember some super important events and historical trends. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there were so many wars. The Ming army and the peasant army fought in Zhuxian Town.

, I really have no impression at all.”

"Oh! Practice your horse well! It's easy to escape at critical moments. I don't know what kind of joke God is playing!" Zhao Jin looked disappointed.

Gulu~Gulu~

Li Ping's stomach growled at this moment.

Hearing this inappropriate voice, Zhao Jin could only force a smile and said: "Let's go! Let's go eat first."

At this time, in the empty land next to the tent, more than a hundred people in the whole post were sitting in a dozen or so circles, and everyone was waiting quietly with their necks stretched out.

As soon as Li Ping approached, he immediately sat down with his legs crossed in a serious manner in front of a small piece of tattered square cloth spread on the ground. Captain Wang was sitting there alone.

Zhao Jin, on the other hand, walked majestically into the crowd to patrol.

Food is the most important thing for the people, so this unorganized army behaved very well when eating.

The post where Li Ping was located adopted the camp and post system common to many Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers who fought on the move during this era, rather than the household flag system of the garrison army.

There are three teams in the whole sentry, each team has three soldiers, each team has two teams, each team has five people, a total of about one hundred people.

Further up, there should have been five posts as the general and five generals as the camp.

But because their post is directly under their command, they only need to obey the orders of the guerrillas in the base camp. Therefore, Zhao Jin's post commander still has great authority.

"Let's eat!"

Following Zhao Jin's majestic order, a man stood up in every circle on the ground and began to distribute food to the troops with a large bamboo board piled with rice.

There was no big bamboo board in front of Li Ping, but a rather elegant wooden barrel, and there was no need for anyone to share the food. He could serve it himself.

But Li Ping and Captain Wang did not act upon the order, and just continued to wait quietly. They had to wait for the sentry commander Zhao Jin to sit down and serve the first bowl first.

This is the rule.

The feudal era attached great importance to the concept of hierarchy, and the feudal army naturally placed even greater emphasis on it.

The rice is old rice, and there is even a little bit of gravel mixed in it, so you need to be extremely careful when eating it.

This bucket of rice can be filled by each of the three of them about three large bowls.

In addition, in front of each person were placed two pieces of dried meat so hard that it could break teeth, two pieces of half-salty and not-salty radish strips, and a small glass of water.

After first chewing the radish strips as biscuits, Li Ping grinned and quickly finished two large bowls of rice. Then he picked up the dried meat and chewed it slowly while moving on to serve the third bowl of rice.

Food without oil and water could not replenish the energy he had lost. His stomach was still uncomfortably empty, and even two more bowls of food could not fill him up.

However, he hesitated for the third bowl and did not fill it up.

If Captain Qi hadn't been away today, he would have been able to eat only two bowls of rice, which was already too much.

Food is both plentiful and rationed.

Ordinary soldiers were only given a large bowl of rice and a piece of radish for each meal, and only a spoonful of muddy water. Even if they did not move for a day, they would only be half full.

He has been lucky enough.

Although Captain Qi is obviously missing, and Zhao Jin probably doesn’t know the whereabouts of Captain Qi, because the bucket of rice is obviously still prepared for four people, and even the extra portion of dried meat and radish strips are always eye-catching.

is placed there.

But Zhao Jin turned a blind eye, as if everything was normal.

Li Ping squinted at Captain Wang, who was also happily filling the third bowl. He thought for a moment and then asked: "Where did Captain Qi go to be happy today?"

Captain Wang looked at Zhao Jin, and after hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't help but said with yearning envy: "I heard that I took a few senior officers to another camp to have a drink, and there were fans! ... Hug left and right,

Drinking and talking happily, this is the life of a man!"

After saying that, Captain Wang couldn't help but sigh in melancholy.

It was obvious that Captain Wang was very disappointed and regretful that he was not invited.

Li Ping immediately pretended to be sour and envious, but he didn't show any displeasure at Captain Qi's apparent poaching of him.

"Miss, you must be careful in your affairs so that you can live up to the guerrilla love. You must be strict with your subordinates. If you make mistakes, you will be punished. You must make them fearful. Otherwise, if one of the soldiers does not know what day,

I bumped into the lady lightly, how can I explain it..." Zhao Jin suddenly started to lecture nonsensically.

After Li Ping and Captain Wang looked at each other, they could only nod in agreement.

The entire mission of their post is to protect the young lady, the fiancée of the guerrilla general, which is why they were directly subordinated.

Then, Zhao Jin naturally took Captain Qi's portion of dried meat and radish strips to his side under the watchful eyes of Li Ping and Captain Wang.

…

After finishing his meal, Li Ping remembered something, so he returned to his team's area first.

At this time, a large group of soldiers with unkempt hair, dark faces, and shriveled cheeks were sitting in the sun catching lice.

The sound of "pop, pop, pop" was heard endlessly, and some soldiers even put the caught lice in their mouths and chewed them as if they were snacks.

Li Ping, who had always wanted to turn a blind eye to this kind of pain, immediately started itching all over his body. He couldn't help but "do as the Romans do" and reached into an itchy spot on his body. He accurately picked out a small black louse and dropped it to the ground.

Stomp hard with your foot.

Li Ping still couldn't do it using the usual hand squeezing method. He didn't want to get blood all over his fingernails.

Seeing their captain coming, the soldiers greeted Li Ping one after another, but they continued to sit lazily.

It's not that they are old or young, but that they really don't know any more rules.

The health and training levels of this army are very worrying.

Although Li Ping felt that he should get used to it, the blood on his lips from those who chewed lice still gave him goosebumps, and it also made it harder for him to feel close to these unfamiliar subordinates.

"Liu San, come with me." Li Ping frowned and shouted.

The big, stupid soldier who took the reins of his mule after entering the camp immediately jumped out from the crowd sitting on the ground with a smile on his face. He was none other than Liu San, a southern soldier and a soldier in Li Ping's team.

Many of the soldiers in their nearby camps are southern soldiers, or Chu soldiers.

When he was about to turn around, Li Ping hesitated for a moment, and finally called again: "Duan...Duan Shichang, you can come too."

A dark, dry but plain-looking man soon appeared in front of Li Ping.

This is the remaining commander in Li Ping's team, a guy who hasn't been running around much in the past few days.

After giving the chief a few high hats with his familiar words, Li Ping then told him that the escort girl has a great responsibility.

Seeing Duan Shichang's serious attitude, Li Ping pretended to be very satisfied.

Although they are all passers-by, they still have to perform the roles they should perform.

Just like Zhao Jin, you must establish your authority when it's time to establish your authority. No matter what your intentions are, you still have to seize the basics. Who knows what changes will happen in the future!

After finishing speaking, Li Ping turned around and left without any nostalgia. He was not in the mood to catch lice with everyone.

In a place as big as a palm, Li Ping quickly arrived at Zhao Jin's half-high single-person tent.

Zhao Jin was not there, but Li Ping still got into the tent and quickly took out a bucket of muddy water from inside.
To be continued...