Efforts to kill the enemy is not as good as the full level of tea art

As night fell, clusters of lights were lit up in the city.At night, the sky in the frontier becomes a velvety black and blue. If you look up at a place where no one is open, you can see a Milky Way pouring down and dawn sinking.However, at this time, the bonfire on the ground jumped and spread along the street, taking away the brilliance of the evening star and bright moon.The fireworks in the world, small but luxuriant, dim and light up in this desolate land, like endless hope.

At this time, it was already a year old, and the weather was very cold after nightfall, even though everyone was wearing jackets and roasting by the fire, they still shivered uncontrollably.Zhang Laohei got a pot of highland barley wine out of nowhere, except for Xiao Ga who didn't drink, he, Zhuo Yue, and Guan Ximing passed the drink on to each other.A few sips of wine were hot and spicy, and the internal organs were warmed up.

Guan Ximing had a very poor capacity for alcohol, and his cheeks were flushed after only a few sips. At this time, he shook his head and said, "The sky is dark and the fields are rolling with black clouds—the moon is shining and the five mountains are shining on the rivers and mountains—"

"It's coming again!" Zhang Laohei yelled, covering his ears tightly, "Look up and see how clean the day is, how can there be any black clouds! You can still see the bright moon if there are black clouds ? Shut up and stop fucking nonsense!"

Guan Ximing snorted: "Shixing is here, if you don't chant, you won't be happy—"

"You call it poetry?" Zhang Laohei scolded, "I can read a doggerel better than you. Listen! God is like a big pot cover, and the world is like a pot of fire. If the king of Hades pours some oil, who are we?" I can't run away!"

Guan Ximing was confused by him, and wanted to say something, but Zhang Laohei pinched his chin, lifted the wine bag and poured wine into his mouth.Xiao Ga never participated in their fights, and sat silently wiping his waist knife. On the contrary, Zhuo Yue was amused by the two of them, and even the chill around him was dispelled by the laughter.

Looking at the brothers by the bonfire with a smile, especially Guan Ximing who was coughing and choking from the wine, Zhuo Yue suddenly had a question in his heart—what did Guan Ximing in his previous life want to tell him before he died?

Because the memory at that time was so painful that Zhuo Yue didn't dare to review it carefully after he was reborn.But today, when he saw Guan Ximing in this life standing in front of him alive and well, the fear buried deep in his heart finally faded a bit, and he finally realized the strangeness behind it.

What was so important that he insisted on talking about it at that time, regardless of the danger of the battlefield?

……

"Brother! This patrol, in fact—"

……

Zhuo Yue suddenly shivered.A shivering chill that was different from the cold ran along his fingertips all the way to the top of his head.

Guan Ximing wanted to tell him about the patrol, and the biggest possibility was that there was something wrong with that patrol.

In fact, now that I think about it carefully, there were indeed many strange things about that patrol.First of all, it is a question of timing. Their patrol time and route are confidential. It is understandable if they encounter a small group of soldiers on the way, but the enemy army on that day seems to be specially ambushing nearby, waiting for them to fall into the trap. generally.

What's more confusing is, why do grassland people have firecrackers?Could it be that they captured the craftsmen of the Central Plains and went back to develop it according to the gourd painting?But that doesn't make sense either.At that time, the blunderbuss held by the grassland people could fire nine beads in a row, and the range was extremely long. This version of the blunderbuss was just brought back by Zhuo Yue and the others from the Chinese military trial. border.Where did the prairie people go to catch craftsmen who can make this kind of firecrackers?

Zhuo Yue stared blankly at the bonfire, and fell into the complicated doubts and speculations about the past.The more he thought about it, the colder his heart and fingertips became.

He is not a fool.With so many doubts in front of us, the best explanation is——

Back then, a traitor appeared among his subordinates.

"What do you think?"

Zhuo Yue shuddered violently.He was already suspicious, but he was so startled by the sudden words that his hair stood on end.When he looked up, he saw that Li Changxing had sat beside him at some point and was looking at him quietly.

"It's none of your business." Zhuo Yue looked at his alien face and became angry, thinking about the traitor, he couldn't help feeling even more angry.

Li Changxing raised his eyebrows and didn't mind, so he reached out and handed him a leather bag.When Zhuo Yue took it and smelled it, a strong and rich aroma of wine came to his nostrils. This taste was completely different from the straight spicy highland barley wine. An old alcoholic like Zhuo Yue could tell it was good wine just by sniffing it.

"What are you doing?" Zhuo Yue's wine worm was hooked instantly, but he still refused to drink, holding the bag and humming, "You want to poison me?"

Li Changxing laughed: "What are you thinking? I exchanged things with others, specially for you, thank you for saving me when I was in Jiyang Town. To be honest, without you, it might be difficult for me alone Come here."

Zhuo Yue was born with a donkey temper, he would take the soft but not the tough.At this moment, when Li Changxing said this, he couldn't say anything choking.He lifted the cork and raised his head to take a sip of the wine. Suddenly, a scent filled his mouth. He couldn't help but sip it with endless aftertaste—it was indeed a good wine.

I didn't expect that I really came to show my hospitality.Zhuo Yue turned his head to the side, carefully sizing up the young man beside him.

Looking at it at this moment, he found that he had washed his face at some point, although the clothes on his body were still tattered, but after washing with clean water, his outstanding face was revealed like a distant mountain after the rain.Zhuo Yue hasn't read any books, so he doesn't know how to describe people as good-looking.But at this moment, the young man was staring at him with his head down slightly, with a slender and smooth neck line from the broken hair to the collar, and the dim light of the bonfire shining on his deep side face, it really looked—really yes--

smell.And alluring.

"Where do you come from?" Zhuo Yue couldn't help asking, "Don't talk about slaves. I have seen slaves on the grasslands, and they are all miserable. They are worse than pigs and dogs. Just like you His bearing, let alone a slave, doesn't even look like an ordinary prairie man."

Li Changxing smiled slightly: "Are you praising me for my good looks?"

"Rough, don't push your nose on your face, let me tell you..."

Li Changxing lowered his head and smiled again. He suddenly cleared his throat and hummed a little song.When he was speaking, he didn't realize that this young man had an extremely smooth and charming voice.His voice was a bit low and hoarse, but extremely soft, to the ear it was like the subtle touch of fingertips sliding over velvet.Zhuo Yue listened in a daze, and suddenly felt the alcohol in his dantian go straight to his forehead, and he began to feel dizzy.

After finishing a song, Li Changxing looked at Zhuo Yue's dazed appearance, and asked with a chuckle, "Does it sound good?"

As soon as Zhuo Yue came back to his senses, he felt a little itchy in his heart, and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, and couldn't help but annoyed: "What song are you singing? The uncle didn't give you any money."

"I learned this song from my mother."

"Your mother?" Zhuo Yue was stunned for a moment, and then he understood instantly, "Could it be that your mother——"

"Yes." Li Changxing replied calmly, "She is a kabuki who was taken captive to the grassland."

He didn't need to say the rest, Zhuo Yue also understood a little bit.

Prairie people are ferocious by nature, and their racial civilization is somewhat similar to that of beasts—only the strongest warriors are entitled to have the fattest pastures, the most majestic horses, and the most beautiful women.Looking at Li Changxing's appearance, one could tell that his mother was also a rare beauty. The prairie people who could capture such a woman must not be ordinary people.

It's just that the fate of this kind of Central Plains women who were taken captive to the grasslands was very miserable.If you mix well, you may be able to survive, but if you are not careful, you may be tortured to death.Their offspring will not be recognized, and their status may be as high as that of slaves.

Zhuo Yue finally understood where the brand mark on the child's back came from.

Suddenly he felt a little pity in his heart, and he couldn't help sighing: "You..."

"Brother Zhuo, as long as I still have a chance to survive, I won't flee to the Central Plains." Li Changxing looked at him, "Trust me, I'm not your enemy."

Stared at by those bright emerald eyes, Zhuo Yue suddenly became a little flustered, as if he had nowhere to hide.He hastily raised his hand to take a sip of his wine, and said perfunctorily, "Don't think that I will sympathize with you just because you just make up a tragic life experience. We've only known each other for a few days? What are you talking about, believe it or not."

These days, even my own brothers can't be trusted. To trust a stranger for no reason may be really full.

Li Changxing smiled and said nothing.

"and……"

Zhuo Yue's eyes dimmed. He looked over the bonfire and looked at Xiao Ga who was silently wiping his waist knife.

During the time when Guan Ximing and Zhang Laohei were playing, the child had been sitting hunched over a little far away from them. His stubborn and straight figure was like a mountain, blocking out all the laughter and laughter around him.Even if sitting next to him is a brother who has shared weal and woe for so many years, most of the time he still sits silently, curled up in his own world.

"You will know in the future." Zhuo Yue exhaled, and said in a low voice, "Living here is not as easy as getting anywhere in the grassland."

Li Changxing looked at him and wanted to say something more, but Zhuo Yue waved his hand, wrapped his jacket tightly and lay down on his side.

The author has something to say: So what happened in the previous life?