The swaying willow branches surround the yard in front and behind the wooden house, and many of the branches still have signs of being gnawed by cattle and sheep.

A wooden board with the words [Tiefeng County Regiment 1 Company | Peter Burnier] engraved on it was nailed to the courtyard gate, proudly announcing to the people passing by that even if it is a shabby shack, it still has an owner!

This prefabricated house was originally a place for the long-term workers of Zisu Manor to live. The materials and workmanship used in the house where the long-term workers lived were very poor, and it fell into disrepair after a few months without anyone taking care of it.

Good houses were given priority to soldiers with small families, so the rotten houses fell on Peter Bunier, a bachelor.

The new owner of the house was so focused on the land that he had no time to renovate it.

Therefore, everything in the house and yard is old, except for the cowshed, which is newly built.

There was a very thin six-year-old bull in the cowshed, with protruding ribs and a flat belly. Working day and night had exhausted both the man and the cow.

The lean cow will now vomit out the essence in its stomach bit by bit and taste it carefully.

Short Peter sat silently on the bed.

Is this courtyard in ruins?

break.

But for Shorty Peter, there is no better, more beautiful, or more lovely house and yard in the world!

Because this place belongs to him, it really belongs to Peter Burnier. This is the first time since he was born that he has his own land and house.

He always felt like he was in a dream and didn't dare to wake up, but the wooden sign nailed on the courtyard door firmly told him: This is yours.

Shorty Peter looked around at his shabby and cozy house. Everything was fine - it just lacked a girl and a taste of life.

Living alone as a man, it is inevitable that life will be very casual.

Shorty Peter was like this, and so was his company commander Tamas - he would lie down on the bed as soon as he came back from the fields, he wouldn't eat if he was too lazy to move, and he would wear the same clothes even if his clothes were sore.

If there is a woman at home, it is different: the clothes are washed, the food and drink are prepared, and the house and yard are kept clean.

Every time he saw the wives of other soldiers going to the fields to bring food and drink to their husbands, and seeing the husband and wife cuddling affectionately on the edge of the fields, Shorty Peter was so jealous that his eyes almost started to bleed.

Shorty Peter sat silently on the bedside, looking forward to marrying a wife one day. But then, he remembered the assembly order again.

The three hundred acres of land are very good, and so is the house... He got things he had never owned before, but these were all paid for with his life.

Peter the dwarf did not want to fight, he was afraid of death, very afraid of death.

Everything in front of him was so good, but he hadn't repaired the roof or put in the fence yet. The crops had just been planted and they still had to be weeded and watered.

He couldn't bear it, he really couldn't bear it.

But also because he couldn't let go of everything in front of him, he had to go to war.

If he doesn't go to war, these things will no longer belong to him. He can still dream of the dull eyes of the hanged deserters.

Shorty Peter sighed, took the cow's shaft from the wall, walked slowly to the cowshed, and put the cow's shaft on the thin cow.

"Good man, please work hard again." Shorty Peter rubbed the head of the thin cow and couldn't help crying: "I can't bear to leave you either."

Shorty Peter picked up the plow and led the lean ox out of the house. When he thought that there was still a lot of land left to plow, he felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching his head.

In the end, the small farmer mentality prevailed, and the company commander's instructions were forgotten.

"If I work harder, I should be able to finish the rest of the work before setting off." Shorty Peter calculated: "As for the luggage, it won't be too late to prepare it later."

Going to plow his own land, short Peter felt extremely happy.

To live or to die? It didn't matter at all, because Peter Burnier no longer thought about such things.

He saw many comrades holding the same thoughts and leading their farm animals from home to farmland.

…

The first Juntun Village is in one situation, and the Second Juntun Village is in another situation.

Bart Schalling is giving training to the field soldiers of the Second Company.

The soldiers stood in a straight queue, and girls, wives, old men and children stood not far away to watch. They whispered to each other, making the small square noisy.

"That's enough!" Bart Schalling frowned and scolded the onlookers: "You bunch of house sparrows! Just watch if you want to, don't chirp! If anyone dares to make a sound again, I will whip your husband and son! Try it.

Give it a try!”

The crowd of onlookers immediately fell silent, and the soldiers burst into laughter.

Bart Schalling has become more and more comfortable with "speaking in public". His calves no longer tremble like before, and he dares to let go of his voice without blushing and shouting without panic.

After settling the military matters, Bart Schalling spoke to the soldiers:

"The assembly order has been issued, you all know it. But do you know what it is? Do you know why everyone is asked to put down their farm work and pick up their spears and muskets?"

"I'm telling you! The Hurd Barbarians are coming!"

"The barbarians are here to rob your livestock, kill your children, and rape your wives!"

"Which of you wants your wife to be raped?" Bart Shilling yelled rudely: "Then give your wife and let everyone fuck you again, so you don't have to go to war!"

There was silence in the square, and many soldiers looked angry. Even if they were willing to fight, they did not want to suffer such an insult.

Bart Schalling has now gradually grown up to be able to mobilize the emotions of the audience. When he saw that the desired effect was achieved, he changed the topic:

"Listen up, everyone! What I say is hard to hear, but this is the truth!"

"Where does Hud Barbarian live? He lives in the west! It takes ten days and ten nights to walk from there to here!"

"Barbarian worked so damn hard to come here, are they here as guests? They are your second cousins ​​who can't take the blame. Can they be sent away with two bags of flour?"

"They are here to make a fortune! They want to make a fortune from you! They want to rob, burn, and kill!"

"Robbing you! Burning you! Killing you!"

"Don't believe it?!" Bart Xialing pulled open his shirt and revealed the shocking scars on his chest: "These were all left by barbarians on me!"

Not only were the soldiers frightened, but there were also several screams of surprise from the military relatives who were watching.

"Let's stop talking nonsense here!" Bard Shilling slowly tied the buttons and dismissed the queue coldly. "Go back and pack your bags! Prepare dry food for two weeks! If you are willing to follow me to kill the barbarians, the day after tomorrow

Gather early in the morning!”

The soldiers raised their hands in silence and saluted, and the queue disintegrated silently.

…

At the same time, the Third Army was stationed in the village, and a soldier in his thirties hurriedly returned home.

"Mom!" the soldier shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Prepare some 'son food' for me!"

"Ouch? What's wrong?" The soldier's mother ran out tremblingly and asked in horror: "Are we going to fight again?"

The soldier's mother was a very thin old woman. The wrinkles on her face and arms were as dense as cobwebs. The hard life made her age prematurely.

"Just leave it alone!" The soldier took off his saber from the wall and strode into the bedroom.

The son's voice reached the mother's ears through the thin wall: "Go and prepare food for my son."

Dusak went out to serve, and before leaving, his mother stuffed dry food into her backpack - this was "son's food." Only Dusak could say this word.

But all the able-bodied Dussacs have been drafted, and those who remain are... military service deserters.

In order not to go to war, Dusak, who was in his early thirties, took his mother and left his hometown anonymously. However, fate brought him to this place, and he had to feed his son again.

The old mother shed tears and went to make noodles.

…

Many similar but different stories are happening in the twelve military villages.
Chapter completed!