In the past and present lives, separated by the distance of time and space, it cannot be crossed, and there is no way back.
Zhao Wushu fell into confusion, his eyes were blank, like a mud puppet, motionless.
If he hadn't seen the chest that rose and fell with his breathing, and the white gas spurting from his mouth and nose, he would have thought that he had frozen to death.
Li Ergou stretched out his palm and shook it a few times in front of Zhao Wudi's eyes, and shouted: "Hey, hey, kid, wake up, wake up" Zhao Wudi's eyes rolled a few times, and crystal tears slipped down the corners of his eyes, his face was sad, and he smiled reluctantly: "Uncle Li, it's nothing, I'm just a little in love with Grandpa and my sister." ” "Stinky boy, I think you miss your daughter-in-law, ahahaha" A black-faced man who had just come out of the barracks slapped Zhao Wushu on the shoulder a few times, and then, looking up to the sky and laughing a few times, he disappeared into the snowy sky to clear the inventory.
This black-faced man is eight feet tall, burly, with a leopard's head and eyes, swallow jaws and tiger whiskers, and laughter like thunder This person is the fire chief Zhang Benlei, who is really like his name and has a momentum like a rainbow.
The reason why he gave such a popular name was not because his father was full of wealth, but when he was born, it coincided with the rolling thunder, so he got the name of "Ben Lei".
"I think my daughter-in-law is on fire, who drank too much a few days ago, holding the wine jar with tears and snot and shouting at the daughter-in-law" Li Ergou shouted at Zhang Benlei's back, and then held a belt in one hand and pressed his lower abdomen with the other, and shouted: "Oh, I can't hold it back, boy, hurry up and enter the house and add fire for me." ” Li Ergou didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he took a big stride, followed by Zhang Benlei, and disappeared into the flying snow.
Zhao Wudi let out a long sigh, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, pushed open the dilapidated board door, and got into the leaky barracks.
Although it is said that you go to bed early and get up late, but this "late up" also has to have a degree, as a secret post of the border army, it is responsible for the task of vigilance and sentry, and it is impossible for you to sleep until you wake up naturally.
Otherwise, what's the difference between putting a few pigs asleep The people got up from their not very warm bed, cursed, and then, with their belts and disheveled clothes, kicked open the dilapidated door of the barracks, and rushed headlong into the snow, like swords at the incoming Turks.
Breakfast, which is what a big family calls a morning meal, is just a person holding a big bowl of millet porridge, opening his mouth, hula a few times, a big bowl of steaming millet porridge into the stomach, eating that is called a heroic.
As the name suggests, this is the way soldiers eat, so they look down on the scholars to eat, count them one by one, eat them, stop them, and they are too grinding.
However, as a guerrilla general of the Ming Dynasty, Zhao Wudi was no stranger to military life, at least, he had not eaten like this in his previous life.
Therefore, Zhao Wudi believes that the reason why the border army can eat a bowl of millet porridge so heroically is nothing more than the shortage of food, and they have never eaten enough.
Sure enough, after the big guy swallowed the millet porridge, he licked the bottom of the bowl cleanly, and then, stretching his neck to look at the iron pot that was also clean, sighed, and showed a look of unfinished business.
A big bowl of millet porridge went down to the stomach, although it did not fill the stomach, but it added a bit of warmth to the stomach.
The army is not a place to raise idlers, especially the secret posts of the border army, which shoulder the heavy responsibility of vigilance and responsibility.
Although I didn't have enough to eat, I still had to do the work, and I couldn't be sloppy.
The fire chief Zhang Benlei pulled his big hand, first wiped his mouth, and then stroked his beard like a steel needle, and shouted: "Brothers, you have eaten and drunk enough, and you have done your job." ” Zhang Benlei did not lose the name of "Benlei", the sound was like thunder, the rumbling sound was deafening, and the dilapidated barracks were unbearable, and they scattered a room of dust.
Zhang Benlei's order was concise, simple and clear, with the heroism of a soldier and the style of a reckless green forest.
At the sound of an order, except for Li Ergou, the old soldier who stayed behind to guard the house, the others got up and sorted out their clothes, tightened their belts, put on leather armor, and put on everything that could be worn, and looked at the thin bedding reluctantly, and then, with a sigh, picked up the guy, and walked out of the barracks.
Then he took out the war horse from the stable, pulled the saddle and got on the horse, and under the leadership of Zhang Benlei, he roared away and disappeared into the vast wind and snow.
As a secret outpost of the border army, it is impossible to rely on two legs to detect the enemy, otherwise, even if you detect the enemy, you will not be able to outrun the Turkic horses.
Therefore, Zhao Wushu was so well-equipped that he was able to surpass the entire border army.
They are all cavalry configurations, and the crotch is the best war horse in the whole army, and each person is given a piece of leather armor, in addition, a horse lance, a Tang knife, a hard bow, an arrow pot, and a short knife.
Zhao Wudi has been in the army on behalf of his father since he was fifteen years old, and the life of the border army in the past two years has not made him a qualified soldier, and he generally belongs to the delicate type, with a weak physique, unable to open a hard bow, unable to fight a hard battle, if it were not for Zhang Benlei and others to take care of him, he would have died eight times.
And now Zhao Wushu has a brilliant internal strength and eighteen martial arts, but because he is limited by this physical body, he can't apply it, and he can't do anything about it However, there is no problem with riding, he was a knight on a horse in his past and present lives, skillfully controlling the war horse, and following closely by Zhang Benlei's side.
"Hehe, invincible, your kid's riding skills have improved, not bad" Zhang Benlei swept the corners of his eyes, as an old scout of the border army, he could tell the level of riding skills at a glance.
"It's all Uncle Zhang, you taught it well," Zhao Wudi chuckled.
It's not a compliment, it's a heartfelt thanks.
Zhang Benlei takes good care of his subordinates, especially Zhao Wudi, who treats him like a nephew, and can be said to take care of him meticulously.
"However, the body is still too weak, if you eat more meat, you will be as strong as Lao Tzu," Zhang Benlei sighed.
The life of the border army is hard, and even having a round belly is a luxury, not to mention meat, and being able to eat so much a meal a month is already thankful, it is like the New Year.
There is a vast space between heaven and earth, and there are only snowflakes fluttering in the extreme eye, and it is impossible to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest.
The north wind hunts, rolls up the cold snow, and scrapes on the bare face, like a needle prick, like a knife cut, so that people can't even open their eyes.
They had been five or six miles away from the barracks, all the way north, searching for suspicious signs.
Zhang Benlei has been walking this road for many years, every grass and tree, ditch and bumpy, and even where there is a mound of soil and a stone, all know it well, and he can walk back to the barracks with his eyes closed.
"Lao Zhang, in this snowy day, the Turkic dog shouldn't come," the small-eyed Liu Dashan shouted.
"This is the first snow of this winter, and the Turkic dog is likely to go crazy in order to smooth the cat winter, and cheer up Lao Tzu, don't be careless" Zhang Benlei was stunned and shouted loudly.
Suddenly, Zhang Benlei stopped the horse under his seat, raised the horse lance high, and shouted: "Stop" Then he jumped off his horse and lay down in the snow, swept away the snow from the ground, and put his ear to the ground and listened carefully.
Zhao Wushu also dismounted his horse and stood in the snow, and from the ground under his feet came a slight vibration, undulating like a wave.
As the general of the Northern Army of the Ming Dynasty, Zhao Wushu had fought with the Tatars for many years in his previous life, and he knew that this was a large group of cavalry in front of him who was galloping and roaring.
In the snowy days, a large group of cavalry suddenly came from the north in the vast desert, and there is no need to guess that this is the Turkic dog: