"General Yang! Let's go play on the shore! "
A few soldiers jostled each other and greeted the deputy general.
These soldiers smiled happily, but each of them had a fierce temperament. It was obvious that they were soldiers who could fight.
The military had strict regulations. Now that they had withdrawn from the battlefield, they could be more relaxed and unrestrained.
Yang Yin could understand.
"Wait until we pass this section of the river. I will allow you to play for a day in the next city. After that, we will return to Jiujiang County directly. "
The soldiers were disappointed, but no one disagreed. After all, they were the Jiujiang Xuan Armor, the most elite army in the entire Zhuang Country. Obeying orders was already an instinct.
After arranging the soldiers, Yang Yin bent down and entered the cabin. As expected, he saw his general sitting in the corner.
He did not light a lamp or speak.
"You should have a good rest this time. The others have rotated more than ten times and avoided the frontlines. You, on the other hand, refused to come down from the frontlines. If General Duan did not order you to go back to Jiujiang, you would have killed your way into Dingwu City. "
The General Duan he was talking about was the main general of the Jiujiang Xuan Armor, Duan Li. Dingwu City was the capital of the Mo Kingdom. The Mo Kingdom worshipped the military, so even the name of the capital was filled with murderous intent.
Yang Yin wanted to joke to lighten the mood, but it was obviously not that funny.
At least, the bearded Du Yehu did not laugh out loud.
"To me, resting on the battlefield is the only way to rest." Du Yehu said in a muffled voice, "We are not allowed to kill too many beasts in Jiujiang County. There is nothing left to kill."
Yang Yin had a headache. "We are soldiers, so of course, we are destined to be on the battlefield. However, no one is made of iron. After years of killing, how can we endure it? General Duan thinks highly of you and transferred you back to rest because he was afraid that you would be corrupted by the murderous intent … "
Du Yehu looked at him impatiently. "You are doing it again."
"Okay, okay, okay. I won't say anymore." Yang Yin raised his hands in surrender. When Du Yehu's mood improved, he took the opportunity to say, "Whether you are willing or not, you have been transferred back. As the saying goes, military orders cannot be disobeyed. Since we have not returned to the base and General Duan can't control us, how about we go to the shore and play? How about we find a few beauties and listen to some songs? "
He eagerly urged, "You have nowhere to spend your salary anyway. You've earned so much money that you can't just drink it all. We might as well let our brothers take advantage of it! "
"Yang Yin." Du Yehu leaned his head against the bulkhead. Through the thick wooden planks, he couldn't see the scenery outside the cabin, but he knew where he was.
Where was this close to?
"Did you hear that?" he asked.
"Hear what?"
"There are some voices that keep shouting in my ears."
Yang Yin heard the sound of waves crashing against the side of the warship and the sound of soldiers walking back and forth on the deck, but she did not hear any shouts.
There wasn't even a single cry, so where did the rest come from?
He swallowed his saliva and asked, "What are you shouting about?"
"They asked." Du Yehu furrowed his thick brows in pain. "They asked me … why aren't you here?"
Without waiting for Yang Yin to say anything else, Du Yehu suddenly sat up. "Where are the bandits, pirates, or any other villains nearby? Quick! "
Yang Yin quivered and quickly took out a small booklet. He flipped through it hurriedly. "Go ahead for thirty miles on the waterway and go straight for forty miles from the east bank. There's a bandit camp. It's the training for the disciples of the Dao Academy in the city this year …"
Before he could finish, Du Yehu had already grabbed a military knife, lifted the curtain, and left alone.
Yang Yin sat in the cabin and stared blankly for a while before he put away the booklet.
Of course, he knew what Du Yehu was doing. He was almost used to this kind of thing.
But what worried him was that Du Yehu's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse. It was getting harder and harder for him to control his killing intent.
Yang Yin sat cross-legged in silence. Du Yehu left the ship alone and flew far away. The warship traveled at a constant speed on Qing River.
The water reflected the sky and the clouds.
The ship traveled on the water as if it was traveling on the clouds.
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On the clouds, Jiang Anan was fretting.
She felt that Sister Qingyu was very strange today.
She smiled when she saw her, but she didn't know what she was smiling about.
Did I forget to wipe my mouth after eating a drumstick?
Jiang Anan wiped her mouth. It was clean and refreshing.
Yes, not only Sister Qingyu, but everyone else was also very strange.
That round-faced, playful Senior Sister Little Wang … She also had a very gentle biological sister, Senior Sister Wang … Senior Sister Little Wang had been asking about her brother recently.
How old was he? Was he good-looking … Of course, her brother was the most good-looking person in the world!
She also asked if her brother had any meat dishes, but Sister Qingyu pulled her ear and chased her away.
What's a meat dish? Meat dishes?
These people were really strange.
The little Jiang Anan felt very tired.
There were so many people that she had to worry about, big and small, a basket of things. She had to bear troubles that she shouldn't have to bear at her age.
She really wanted to say, Can't you guys be a little more busy? Do you guys only know how to play every day? Don't you need to cultivate or study? I, Jiang Anan, have to practice martial arts every day! I even have to prepare a large copybook!
And that annoying Senior Brother — he was originally called Senior Brother Mo Liang, but he was too annoying, so he changed his name to Senior Brother Annoying Ghost — he had appeared in front of her seven or eight times today!
So much so that her eyes were blurry!
One moment, he was holding this food, the next moment, he was holding that food, apologizing profusely.
Do you think I, Jiang Anan, am a pig? You want to coax me by giving me some food?
I ate your food, but I still haven't forgiven you. Hmph!
And Senior Brother Fang — Actually, Senior Brother Fang's surname isn't Fang, but his face is very square, so I call him Senior Brother Fang — Today, Senior Brother Fang suddenly came over and said that women never complain, and let bygones be bygones.
But I've already told Uncle Ye about him snatching my drumstick. That's not calling me complaining … Uncle Ye secretly appointed me as the supervisor! I'm reporting my work …
They always secretly roast snow cranes to eat, so they can't blame me if they get beaten. I can't bend the law for personal gain …
The more Jiang Anan thought about it, the more tired she felt. Her small eyebrows were knitted together.
I should write a letter to my brother at night and ask him what to do. Did I get discovered when I was reporting my work? They are so strange today, do they want to beat me up …
Thinking of this, Jiang Anan looked at each of her Senior Brothers and Sisters, and the more she looked, the more she felt that the situation was not good.
Forget it, I'd better go hide at Uncle Ye's place first. Although Uncle Ye always likes to tell those stories that have been repeated many times, it's safe at his place. Her Senior Brothers and Sisters are all afraid of him …
Having made up her mind, Jiang Anan turned around and ran with her short legs.
"Hey!"
She bumped into a ball of softness.
Elder Sister Qingyu suddenly appeared in front of her, and Jiang Anan bumped into her arms.
"You're in such a hurry, where are you going?" Ye Qingyu said angrily.
Jiang Anan rubbed against her, then raised her head and blinked her eyes. "I'm going to play chess with Uncle Ye!"
Using chess pieces to arrange characters is also called playing chess? Two people going back and forth, you placing the character Jiang and I placing the character Ye, is also called playing chess?
Ye Qingyu was a bit helpless, but still said, "Playing chess with an old man is too boring!"
She smiled. "I'll take you to a fun place, how about it?"
"Where?" Jiang Anan suddenly became spirited.
"You'll know when we get there!" Ye Qingyu said mysteriously. "I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Jiang Anan subconsciously wanted to agree, but suddenly remembered the "terrifying guess" from before, so she cleverly asked, "Just the two of us?"
"Of course." Ye Qingyu was a bit confused. "Who else do you want to bring along?"
"No one!" Jiang Anan was relieved, and clenched her small fist. "Let's go now!"
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