Chapter 390: Don't ask the date of return(2/2)
I laughed at my family for living in the countryside, and the land was wasteland. I didn’t have the background, ability and money, but I was upright.
Because everything I have today is not based on my ancestors, I earn it little by little. Who among you dares to say this?
No wonder there is a saying in the book that since ancient times, noble sons have been born in poor families, and no playboys have become great men!”
At this moment, even the expression on Erzhuzi's face changed. As Zhu Xingde finished speaking, he really saw the nobleness of his whole body from his brother Zhu.
The clothes are graceful, looking out of the world, and they are proud and unbearable.
Brother De, you are my role model.
You are the endorsement of a poor son.
"And my following sentence is called, don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield, how many people have returned from war in ancient times.
Have you ever seen a horse leather corpse? What are you doing here? You can't tell me the swords and guns.
When Liuzi and his men talked about the hardships and hardships of the past, Erzhuzi's screams came from behind the team.
"Is this your sword? You can't even hold the weapon, what else can you do? If you go to the battlefield, why don't you lose yourself?"
"I didn't mean it. The sword was pulled out and my hand was frozen long ago. I didn't notice when it fell."
Erzhuzi frowned and thought, "It's a waste."
But he still pulled his subordinate who was about to hold the sword and go to the fire, "You are so cold that you can't just roast the fire directly, rub it with salt."
When the road was stationed and rested, the aristocratic families led by Xie Yan were frozen and left with their mouths without even wiping them, and they were no longer as arrogant as before. If they were placed in the past, a bunch of servants would serve them in front of each other.
They were curling up in the tent next to each other, only seeing that the eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with white frost.
The Empress's younger brother shivered and said, "I would have known I would have been wearing mink."
"Our identity as a soldier who performs errands, and still want to wear martens? What are the beautiful things you want?"
"Then I can sew the clothes inside, I can't see them inside."
Xie Yan rubbed his hands, and there was no heat in his stomach. He kicked the youngest concubine of the Yin family in Jingzhao and urged him: "Go, see what Lao Wang is doing. He used to be more active in cooking in the camp than anyone else. He followed behind every day and asked what he wanted to eat. Why is the food not getting better now?"
After a while, the youngest concubine of the Yin family in Jingzhao came back and said, "Don't mention it, Brother Xie, the few camps next to it have already eaten, but we haven't distributed food yet. Guess what? Lao Wang's fool made a meal like embroidery, and he cooked water. I said he was quite wronged. He said that he was so tired after digging the pit and burying the stove. And that Yin Xingwang not only steamed dry food for everyone, but also put hot soup noodles into the pot right now."
As he spoke, the man carefully untied a package and asked for advice: "I'm the steamed buns I'm looking for from Chu Zi Yin, let's put my stomach first."
After Xie Yan drank half a steamed bun, he thought for a while and said, "Whoever brings Lao Wang into the Hu Ben Camp will take him away when you turn around."
"Ah, why? You didn't say that his food was the most authentic."
Xie Yan was not angry and said, "I want to improve my food, but I won't go back to my house to eat? Who doesn't have a few chefs to eat and live with everyone in the camp in the future, so don't make special things."
The other noble men looked at each other, and they were still eating steamed buns.
Two days later, when we arrived at the northernmost border of our direction, everyone in the Huben camp suddenly stopped complaining.
"Well, do you think the people here are extremely poor? Look at the shoes, some of them have their toes. But these people who have lost their toes and cannot eat enough to eat, can still send food from their own uniform exports to the front line for that big victory."
"Also, you read that right. The wall is full of blood. If you scratch it, it will penetrate into the cracks of the stone. Even if you scratch it, you can't hide it."
"Did you see this city gate? We blocked it and went out to fight, which means we either win the battle or die in the battle, and there is no way out."
"Our General Tan was half injured at that time and couldn't stand up straight, but he broke a hole in the enemy with Yang and the others from that direction."
"Our General Zhu only slashed and killed more than twenty heads from here and there, and had countless arrow feathers facing each other. He might have avoided this arrow many times, but he couldn't dodge that one. Why can he scold you? This is the confidence. From the battlefield, his eyes turned red and his sword was curled. It was indeed his own earning today."
Someone asked Erzhuzi and heard that Erzhuzi and General Zhu fought side by side: "At that time, what did you think the general would be thinking?"
Erzhuzi cut and said, "If you ask if this is childish, what else do you think? Emma, even his wife didn't even think about it. If a fairy fell from the sky, she would have to be killed. It's just a killing."
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After leaving the border, two officials from the Ministry of Rites offered to ask whether they were escorting the soldiers to work hard, and whether they should take a break before rushing.
Luo Junxi also agreed.
He happened to put the domestic chickens he brought to the forest.
This is his gift to his "partners" on the mountain.
However, everyone in Huben Camp disagreed.
Zhu Xingde rode on the horse in armor, and just looked back at them, and everyone shouted slogans:
"The rock is hard, but it is harder than the will of the Hu Ben Camp.
The peaks are high, but the responsibility of the Hu Ben Camp.
Chapter completed!