Among the departments of the Hua Xia Army, Hou Yuanyong worked in the General Intelligence Department and was usually well-informed. Tonight's gossip was gossip. After talking about Luo Ye, it was inevitable to talk about Qu Qing and Zhuo Yongqing's current situation in Changsha.
Birds of a feather flock together. Although the Hua Xia Army was one and the atmosphere inside and outside the army was good, as long as they were human, they would always be closer to each other because of various reasons.
After more than ten years, small political or non-political groups would occasionally appear in the Hua Xia Army. Every soldier, for various reasons, would become more familiar with certain people and become closer to each other. However, the cruel scenes that they had experienced over the past ten years were hard to describe. It was already quite rare for people like Mao Yishan, Hou Wu, Luo Ye, Qu Qing, and Zhuo Yongqing, who had survived the slaughter of Lou Shi and had become like family, to still be alive and well.
"... If we say that Wu Ruiying fought against the Jin, protected Xia Village, and then rebelled, I'm afraid... not even three thousand people are still alive..."
It was already late at night. Mao Yishan leaned against the wall and squinted his eyes. Hou Wu shook his head.
"Not to mention three thousand, it's hard to say if there are even two thousand. Not to mention the three years in Little Canghe, think about how many people died just because of Dong Zhiyuan... "
"Fight for another ten years and fight to the Jin Kingdom." Mao Yishan said, "Do you think we will still be here?"
"I think, most likely you will not be here. You are always at the front. " Hou Wu looked at his crippled hand and threw a stick of firewood into the fire. "I am different, I am at the back. Don't worry, if you die, I will help you raise Stone and Chen Xia at home … Otherwise, you can let Qu Qing help you raise them. You have to know, Qu Qing told me one day that he likes big butts. "
"Sigh, with Chen Xia's personality, you can't control it, and Qu Qing can't control it either. Furthermore, fifth brother, your old body is about to fall apart, if you meet Chen Xia, I will directly torture you until you die of old age, and we will meet in advance." Mao Yishan chewed a thin stick in his mouth, tasted the bitterness, and laughed. "Yuanyong, persuade your father."
Hou Yuanyong laughed by the fire and did not respond.
"Speaking of which, who will Luo Ye and Qu Qing follow in the future is a big problem."
"You already said that Qu Qing likes big butts."
"I heard that he's interested in Teacher Yong's sister …"
"Oh? Who is it? "
"Teacher Yong, Yong Jinnian's sister is called Yong Jinrou. She's married and is a widow. Now, she's a teacher in the same school as He Deng …"
"Oh, big butt?"
"Heh heh, let me tell you. It's not just about the buttocks. One word: charm …"
To the people in the room, the topic of life and death was not just a hypothesis. After more than ten years, they had long become familiar with the methods to make it normal.
After a few rounds of dirty jokes, the people in the silhouette began to laugh and laugh.
*****
How long could they live and whether they could make it to the end were somewhat sad questions. But when the next morning, when the bugle sounded outside and the sound of morning exercises sounded, Mao Yishan, Hou Wu, and the others forgot about this matter.
There was never any warmth in the killing on the battlefield. If the battlefield could not dispel people's fantasies, the tragedies of massacres would also shape people in the same direction.
Experiencing such years was more like experiencing the gale in the Gobi Desert or the blizzard in the coldest days of the year. The wind would cut open people's skin like a knife and tear apart their souls. Because of this, the style of the troops and soldiers who went against them was like a gale or a blizzard. If it was not like this, people would not survive after all.
Even though he was injured, Mao Yishan ran a few laps on the crowded and crude sports field. After breakfast, he waved goodbye to Hou Wu and his son and set foot on the mountain road in the direction of Zi Zhou.
On this day, the weather became gloomy again. Although there were many people on the mountain road, Mao Yishan walked briskly. In the afternoon, he overtook several captive escorts and arrived at the ancient city of Zi Zhou. It was only one o 'clock in the morning, but clouds had gathered in the sky. It might start raining soon. Mao Yishan looked at the weather and frowned. Then, he went to the headquarters to report.
Soon, someone led him to see Ning Yi.
The people in and out of the headquarters were noisy. When he saw Ning Yi in the small courtyard at the back, there were also a few officers from the General Staff Department reporting to Ning Yi. Ning Yi poured a cup of tea for Mao Yishan and sent the officers away. Then, he came over to chat with Mao Yishan with a smile.
"Is your injury okay?" Ning Yi went straight to the point.
This was not the first time the two of them had met. After killing Lou Shi, Zhuo Yongqing was the main character, but Mao Yishan fought bravely. Later on, during the battle of the Little Cang River, he had interacted with Ning Yi quite a bit. After being promoted to the position of Commander, as the main force of the Fifth Division, Mao Yishan, Luo Ye and the others, who were good at fighting steadily, would often meet with Ning Yi. During this period of time, Qu Qing was serving in the General Staff Department, and although Hou Wu had gone to the rear, he was still a trustworthy officer. The five people who had killed Lou Shi were actually elites in Ning Yi's eyes.
After a simple conversation, Ning Yi asked about the Eagle Beak Rock again, and then he did not bother with pleasantries: "Your injuries have not completely healed, and I know that you won't be able to take much leave this time, so I won't keep you any longer. Your wife, Chen Xia, is currently working in Chengdu. It's almost the new year, so bring her back to accompany the child. I got someone to prepare some new year's goods for you, and arranged for a carriage to go to Chengdu on the way. Oh right, there's also a coat here. Your clothes are a little thin, so I'll give this coat to you. "
Ning Yi picked up his new coat from the room and gave it to Mao Yishan. Mao Yishan declined for a while, but in the end, he could not resist Ning Yi's insistence and could only put on the military coat. He looked outside and said, "If it rains, the Female Spiritual Master might attack again. There are too many captives at the front lines. Mr. Ning, actually, I can go to the front lines again. After all, my subordinates are all there."
Ning Yi shook his head: "There is no lack of decisive people among the Female Spiritual Master. There is also a possibility that they would immediately take a risk after losing a battle, but this time, the possibility is not high. The nervousness of the headquarters is a routine procedure, and the frontlines are already on high alert. There is no lack of you, and if you go back, there will still be people looking for you. It's just a passing of the new year, don't think that it's very easy. At most, on the third day of the year, you will be called back to report. "
Mao Yishan hesitated slightly: "Mr. Ning … I might … not know much about publicity …"
Ning Yi laughed and nodded: "Don't worry, Zhuo Yongqing's image was good at the beginning, and he was suitable for publicity, so we always had him cooperate here and there. You are a brave general on the battlefield, so we won't let you run here and there all day long to brag to people … But in general, this war in the southwest, including the fire-swallowing plan that Qu Zhengyan and the others came up with this time, has hurt our strength. The fact that you killed Xie Lili will be very inspiring, and it will be good for the recruitment, so you can cooperate appropriately, and there is no need to have any conflict. "
There were many simple and honest people in the Huaxia Army. In fact, for most people in this era, it was okay to brag in private, but it was normal for them to be a little confused when it came to something like "publicity." Ning Yi was very experienced in comforting people. Mao Yishan received his promise, and at this time, he was also relieved.
After that, he was led outside by someone to hitch a ride. This was a horse carriage originally scheduled to transport goods to the post station in the south of Zizhou City. At this time, the goods were transported to the post station, and Mao Yishan would be brought to Chengdu the next morning. The driver of the carriage was originally a little anxious about the weather, but after knowing that Mao Yishan was the hero who killed Xie Lili, he drove the carriage and chatted with Mao Yishan warmly. Under the gloomy and cold sky, the carriage sped out of the city at high speed.
*****
After sending Mao Yishan off, Ning Yi stood outside the headquarters for a long time, watching the commander who was the same age as him.
Mao Yishan's appearance was simple and honest, and there were many small and fragmented scars on his hands and face. These scars recorded the journey that he had been through all these years.
The war at this time was different from the wars with firearms in the future. Knives were not as lethal as flintlocks, and they often left more scars on the bodies of veterans who had been through hundreds of battles. There were many such veterans in the Huaxia army, especially in the later stages of the three-year war at Little Canghe. Ning Yi had also been tossed and turned on the battlefield time and time again, and there were also many scars on his body, but there were still people around him who took care to protect him. What was truly shocking were the Huaxia soldiers who had been through hundreds of battles. On summer nights, when they took off their clothes and counted their scars, the one with the most scars would wear a simple smile that said, "I have won," but it could make people's hearts tremble.
Even if these people did not die early, the rest of their lives would be very painful.
Of course, many of them were already dead.
During that period of time, Ning Yi liked to talk to these people about the future of the Huaxia army. Of course, most of it was actually about the future of "investigating things." At that time, he would talk about some "modern" scenes. Airplanes, cars, movies, music, buildings that were dozens of stories high, elevators … all kinds of life styles that people yearned for.
At that time, the Huaxia army was surrounded and suppressed by millions of soldiers, and the Female Zhenren was very aggressive. They ran around in the mountains, and many times they had to starve because they were trying to save food. When facing these uncultured soldiers, Ning Yi was unscrupulous.
Sometimes, he would also talk about the injuries on these people. "Alright, alright, there are so many injuries. Even if you don't die now, you will still be in pain in the future. It's rheumatism, the pain will seep into your bones. You know, don't think that it's a good thing. In the future, we will build more hospitals to take you in … "
Hearing this, the soldiers laughed without a care. If they could really reach the "future", it would already be a very, very good thing.
"But there is no other way. If we lose, everyone has seen what the Female Zhenren will do to the whole world …" He could only cheer for them like this every time.
Many of them did not have a future, and now, it was unknown how many of them would reach the "future."
Mao Yishan might have been one of the warriors who had listened to Ning Yi's description of the future. Ning Yi could always vaguely remember that they were sitting together in the mountains at that time, but he naturally could not remember the details.
When Mao Yishan left Zizhou City in a carriage, a small convoy was also speeding towards him. When it was almost evening, Ning Yi walked out of the bustling command center and received Tan'Er, who was rushing all the way from Chengdu to Zizhou City, at the side door.
At the end of the 11th year of Jianshuo, Ning Yi had planned to return to Zhang Village before the Little New Year. One reason was to communicate with the people who stayed behind to guard Zhang Village about important matters, and two was to reunite with his wife and children. Due to the breakthrough in the battle of Yu Yu Creek, Ning Yi was on guard against Zong Han suddenly going crazy and staking everything in one throw, so his return became Tan'Er's arrival.
On the surface, it was a simple meeting.
After they met, Ning Yi opened his arms and hugged Tan'Er, saying, "I found a place, and I'm going to take you to explore it."
"Ah?" Tan'Er was slightly taken aback. Over the past decade, her subordinates had been in charge of many things, and she usually maintained a serious and dignified expression. Although she saw her husband smiling, her expression was still rather formal and serious.
There was still a slight breeze in the sky, soaking the city in a chilly atmosphere. Ning Yi carried a parcel and led her through Zizhou City, using the clumsy method of climbing over the wall to enter the deserted and gloomy villa. Ning Yi led the way through a few courtyards, and Su Tan'Er walked behind him. Although she had dealt with many important matters over the years, based on her female instincts, such an environment still made her feel a little afraid. However, she showed an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "What's going on?"
"Li Weixuan's villa. He's gone, and I found a place that's not bad."
"But there's no need to climb over the wall …"
"It won't have that smell if there are too many people."
The cold wind blew, and the air was filled with a faint rancid smell of long absence. Tan'Er frowned slightly. After a while, the two of them arrived at the small building in the depths of the villa. Ning Yi led her to the corridor on the second floor. The sky was already dark, and the wind was moaning in the eaves. Ning Yi put down the parcel and said, "Wait for me for a while." He went downstairs.
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