Hou Jin camped outside the city and would definitely have to fight again tomorrow. So he moved the wounded and disposed of the bodies. As for the blood on the ground, he just swept it away. After all, it was the middle of winter. After such a long time, it was early.

It's all frozen, and we can't clean it up in a while. We can only wait until after the war.

After working for a long time, the people who had been fighting for a day didn't care anymore. They leaned against the city wall in groups and began to count their harvests. Then they boasted loudly and grinned about how brave they were in fighting, and killed several Jin Kingdom bastards.

Wang Yan was also surrounded by a group of people, old and young, talking to Wang Yan. Although Wang Yan was only sixteen years old, he had killed several people and saved many lives. Without Wang Yan, there would be no one in their team.

It's hard to say how many people are left.

At any time, people with strength will not be too bad at it. Not to mention that when the war is going on now, Wang Yan is still so fierce. Even if he is given most of the credit, it is enough. What's more, they were before

Seeing Qian Hu and Wang Yan laughing, the eldest brother is like that, so the credit must not be lost.

There must be no fools after serving in the army till now, because most of the fools died as soon as they entered the battlefield, the remaining ones continued to die of fools, and some became veterans after learning.

Although Wang Yan has only been in the army for a short period of time, he still has some enthusiasm, which is not comparable to those who come up through various relays. Moreover, this is a frontier army, a low-level small flag, a general flag or something, and he is lucky enough to be able to guard it.

If there's no one behind you, you can't survive more than three episodes. Besides, it's not a good thing to live, and there aren't many idiots who are really going to the frontier army.

People like Wang Yan, who came from the same background as them and worked their way up through hard power, are the real strong people. This relationship is not about following the rise to fame, it is just about being able to talk to someone in the future, so it can be considered as someone above them, right?

Wang Yan was leaning on the city wall, talking to them with a smile. From now on, all the people who will be alive will be his soldiers, and he is just looking for a relationship with these people, so that he can work hard for him, Wang, in the future.

As he spoke, Wang Yan couldn't help but lament that the Ming Dynasty was indeed useless. Normally, a full hundred households should have about a hundred and ten people, but now those around him are basically owned by Sun Fugui's men, that is,

Fifty or sixty people, including those who were killed and wounded in today's battle, the full number is equivalent to number 70 or 80. Moreover, some of the people in front of him now look quite old, as if they are old men in their sixties.

, and there was another kid who was younger than him, looked lean and nondescript, and wore a large leather armor but was still alive.

This is the fucking Jiubian, Liaodong, and the Guanning defense line at the gateway of the Ming Dynasty. To the south is Shanhaiguan, and when you enter it is the capital of the Ming Dynasty. This is the most capable frontier army of the Ming Dynasty. All the troops in the country are so good.

You can imagine.

As for food and salary, let’s not mention it. Serious ones have been owed for a while. In other words, Grand Superintendent Yuan is rich and is willing to spend a lot of money for his own future. In addition, although he is a member of the Donglin Party, he is only a peripheral soldier.

Later, Wei Zhongxian and the Donglin Party worked hard, and he was not greatly affected by the large-scale liquidation. Moreover, his immediate boss Gao Di who escaped was also Wei Zhongxian's sincere brother, and all the necessary logistics money and food were in place. Such a big deal

It boosted the morale of these big-headed soldiers, otherwise Ning Yuan's eight achievements would have been lost today.

Everyone was laughing and joking. The civilian husbands, civilian women and some logistics soldiers came up carrying big pots, big buckets, broken dishes and chopsticks: "Come on, come on, come on, let's eat..."

Smelling the wafting aroma of meat, a group of big-headed soldiers got up and surrounded them. They had to be quick, because past experience told them that if they were late, there would be nothing.

"Hey, don't grab it, don't grab it at all, it's all there, it's all there, it's enough, brothers, open it up and eat."

The soldier in charge of distributing food shouted loudly, but no one cares about how much food there is. It is true that the food is eaten until it is in the stomach. But in a moment, there were two large buckets full of food, and not even the damn soup was left.

Wang Yan doesn't have the burden of his elder brother, so it's not up to him whether he's hungry or not. He's tall and strong, and the rice in the big bowl is secondary, which is millet dry rice. The key is the thick slices of meat covered on top of the rice.

After grabbing the meal, Wang Yan went back to hide under the city wall to avoid the wind, and ate voraciously. He was really hungry. After fighting for a whole day, he didn't even have time to drink, let alone eat. It was all his fault.

I'm not picky about food, and I have a good body and a strong digestive system. Otherwise, if the dirty bowl and the big fat meat slices were buried in Batai's bowl, if a pampered modern person came over, he would have to defecate for three days.

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While Wang Yan was eating, he noticed that the surviving child was holding half a bowl of rice and looking at the meat in his bowl eagerly: "Come on, come here."

The child hurriedly squatted down next to him, blinking and looking at Wang Yan.

With a smile, Wang Yan picked up two pieces of fat meat and tilted the bowl to pour some broth for him: "Eat it quickly."

"Hey, thank you, big brother." The child bared his teeth, sat down next to Wang Yan and wolfed down the rice.

This child was only fifteen and died. In the modern world, a child as big as the motherland is still considered an ancestor at home. He was fighting for his life with two people on the battlefield. This was really life.

Without thinking any more, Wang Yan followed the child, one big and one small, to have a violent meal.

When Wang Yan quickly finished a large bowl of rice and got another bowl back to continue eating, a group of senior generals came over from the corner of the city wall in the distance, led by a middle-aged man with a long beard and a thin face, and a vigorous general.

official.

The leading man walked slowly, and people around him kept talking, apparently introducing the situation.

Soon, a group of people arrived near Wang Yan's team. A general looked at the general in front of him and stepped forward and said, "Sir, general, the man who killed dozens of enemies today has been found."

"Oh? Which one is it? Let me take a look."

The general turned around and winked at Qianhu, Wang Yan's eldest brother. Qianhu quickly raised his hand and ran out quickly, shouting: "Where's Wang Yan? Wang Yan."

Wang Xiaobing Yan quickly put down his rice bowl, stood up and ran to Qianhu, bowed and handed over his hands: "Master Qianhu." He was just a soldier, and he was still a child. Even if he went up and knelt down, he wouldn't be able to get his turn.

So I bowed to my big brother, and everyone else took care of the rest.

Qianhu waved his hand and winked at him: "Have you met Mr. Yuan soon, General Man."

Wang Yan understood. He quickly knelt down and lowered his head and said, "Wang Yan, the little man, has met Mr. Yuan, met General Man, and met all the generals."

Before, Wang Yan estimated that this old boy was Grand Superintendent Yuan, and it turned out to be true. Needless to say, Yuan Chonghuan was quite handsome, and with his level, he would definitely be a little girl in modern times.

Uncle Charming. As for the General Man next to him, he should be Man Gui.

He doesn't have much. This old boy Yuan Chonghuan is the most powerful person in Ningyuan now, followed by Man Gui. They are all his big brothers. They have to kneel down when they should.

"Well, get up." Yuan Chonghuan stroked his beard and nodded, smiling: "Let me take a good look at what a person who killed dozens of bandits looks like."

"Thank you, sir."

Wang Yan stood up obediently, his eyes wandering, and he looked nervously at Yuan Chonghuan opposite.

Yuan Chonghuan stared at Wang Yan for a while and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that such a brave young man would be a young man. Well, our Ming Dynasty is full of talents. You are very good."

Wang Yan bowed, cupped his hands, and lowered his head: "Thank you, Sir."

Yuan Chonghuan turned to look at Man Gui beside him and said: "General, Wang Yan has made such a great contribution, so he must be rewarded."

Man Gui looked at Wang Yan who was still bowing and nodded. He hadn't seen it before, but his younger brother told him later. He had such a person under his command, and at this moment, Yuan Chonghuan would reward him without having to beep too much.

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"How about being promoted to a hundred households? What do you think, Mr. Yuan?"

After today's battle, not to mention hundreds of households, thousands of households were shot to death by an arrow. Moreover, Wang Yan's military exploits were really outstanding, and he suffered a lot of losses. After reorganizing the team, one hundred households were killed.

It's not too much. Although he is indeed a little younger and has a little less qualifications, he is only a member of a hundred households. It is not just a matter of his words. And by the way, he can also inspire other people very well. After all, the power of role models

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This means that the emperor who is a carpenter in the capital does not know this. Otherwise, it would be possible for a thousand households to be so happy, let alone a small hundred households.

Yuan Chonghuan nodded and said with a smile: "I will reward you with another ten taels of silver."

Seeing that the two eldest brothers had finished speaking, Mr. Wang knelt on the ground with a very eye-catching look and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Young man Wang Yan, thank you Master Yuan for the reward and promotion from General Man."

As soon as these words came out, the group of soldiers who were paying attention to what was going on here were in a state of panic. How the hell did they get promoted to a hundred households after just one battle? You must know that many people have spent their whole lives in the army, and they will kill them until they die.

Mom is still a big-headed soldier. What’s wrong with this guy?

Man Gui waved his hand, and the previous general stepped forward, holding the sword on his waist with one hand and raising the other: "Quiet."

The intimidation of being an official is still there. After the silence below, the general shouted loudly: "Wang Yan killed dozens of enemies today, was promoted to a hundred households, and was rewarded with ten taels of silver. This is real merit. Shouldn't rewards be given for merit? One

What do they call each other?"

Yuan Chonghuan waved his hand to signal the generals to get out, took two steps forward and said loudly: "Soldiers, since Fushun..." No one spoke, Wang Yan still half-knelt there with his hands clasped and his head lowered, listening to Yuan Chonghuan's impassioned speech.

The soldiers cheered and beeped for a long time, and Yuan Chonghuan raised his arms and shouted: "The Ming Dynasty will be victorious."

What is the best way to motivate your subordinates? Future and money.

Wang Yan put such a solid example there, coupled with Yuan Chonghuan's promise, the excitement of the nearby soldiers was not sure whether it was true or false. Anyway, they were blushing and following Yuan Chonghuan in the mountains, shouting for victory. Further away

The people didn't know what was going on. When they heard the commotion here, they raised their hands and shouted. Finally, the men and women below the city also started shouting.

After a long rest, Yuan Chonghuan, with a glowing face, led a group of people away to inspect in other directions. Naturally, someone stayed behind to help Yuan Chonghuan give out the money.

After taking a satisfied look at Wang Yan, who was still kneeling there with ten taels of silver in his hand, Mangui gave Qianhu a look and walked away.

Qianhu bowed to see Mangui off respectfully. After everyone left, he walked up to Wang Yan and said, "Okay, everyone is gone. Get up."

"Thank you, Master Qianhu."

Wang Yan stood up and looked at the silver in his hand happily, hesitating for a moment and said: "How about I give it to you, sir." The feeling of reluctance and physical pain was well understood. Before he stood still, he was

An upright young man.

"You can take whatever Master Yuan rewards you with. Look at you like this. I have never seen so much money." Qianhu shook his head and smiled. He was still young after all: "If you can survive this time, use this money to ask for a wife."

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It was only ten taels of silver. No matter how poor he was, he still had a net worth of 1,800 taels. Besides, he did not dare to touch the reward given by Yuan Chonghuan in full view of the public.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan quickly put the silver into his arms without saying a word, and patted it uneasily.

"Okay, I won't steal your money." He kicked Wang Yan angrily, and Qianhu turned around: "Follow me."

"Hey, that's good."

Wang Yan didn't pay attention. He smiled at Sun Fugui, who was looking at him, and took steps to follow Qian Hu in front.

"My name is Chen Baoning. From now on, just call me Mr. Chen. Don't always refer to me as Mr. Qianhu, Mr. Qianhu."

"Yes, Mr. Chen." Wang Yan said in response: "This name is good, sir. We will focus on Ningyuan City. You will call it Baoning, which shows that we have no worries in Ningyuan."

When Chen Baoning heard this, he nodded and smiled: "You are not the first to say this, I hope."
To be continued...