major general

The clothes in the barracks are all the same, the only difference is the spirit of the reinforcements.

The veterans were all beaten down on the battlefield. They all looked decadent, but in fact, their eyes were full of green lights that were killing people and tearing apart bones.

And those reinforcements, all strong and full of fighting spirit, have not yet been on the battlefield, just like a blank sheet of paper.

Wen Le stood at the end of the line, shared half a pancake with the older veteran next to him, and squatted to watch the two sides compete.

In the barracks, you can't fight just by saying it.

But they are all men, and they are also very angry, so it should be hot when they are cold.

This steamed pancake was much tastier than that steamed bun, soft and soft, with a layer of sesame oil inside, it was delicious.

Wen Le was 16 years old, and it was the time when he was smoking a stick. He had to prepare food for him at the bedside at night, or he would wake up hungry.This steamed pancake just met his afternoon hunger.Those personal fights, among other things, can still be seen as a show.

The veteran also had a child at home, looking at Wen Le's appearance, he thought it would be hard for such a young child to go to the battlefield, so he got up, found the soldier who knew the kitchen well, and gave him an extra piece of pancake.

"Eat."

Wen Le stared wide-eyed, took it over, and said, "You gave me what did you eat?"

The veteran smiled, touched his stomach, and said: "I was stabbed in the stomach before, and after saving my life, I can't eat too much. If I eat too much, I will vomit."

Wen Le looked at the bluffing scar on the opponent's stomach, thanked him, and ate with big mouthfuls.

The flames of war gradually escalated, from two people to a group.

Wen Le licked the sesame seeds on his fingers, stepped forward and kicked the most messed-up man away.

Anyone who has ever persuaded a fight knows that persuading a fight won't do anything good.

Among the many strong men, Wenle is like a kid who sneaked in, and no one looks down on him.Being strong now has touched the bottom line of that group of people.

"You haven't even grown your hair yet, don't meddle in your grandpa's affairs, get out!"

Three sentences, every one of them hit Wen Le's lungs.

Wen Le pursed her lips and said, "I'm going to get lost? I'm still not inclined. If you have the guts, you can beat me. Whoever can't beat the grandson."

The old soldier who had just handed the pancakes to Wenle saw that the strong man had a dark face, and quickly stepped forward to protect Wenle, saying, "Don't be angry, Lord Bing, everyone is a soldier, and they should kill those Huns, how can you kill them yourself?" I'm up."

"Go away! Do you have a share in talking!"

As the strong man spoke, he kicked over.

Wen Le pushed away the veteran in front of him, took a step back, and said, "With the sword out, I won't beat unarmed people."

The brawny man got annoyed by Wen Le's eccentric look, gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Wen Le stepped back step by step, looking like he was weak, but in fact he was just feeding, wanting to see what the soldiers trained by the so-called Minister of War Xu Yijiang looked like.

Long-term practice of horse gait is still effective, the foot is very stable, you can stand upright, and you can move freely.

Bunle pointed his long spear to the ground, and leapt over the strong man's head.

The strong man was completely enraged, and cursed: "Little brat, I won't tear you apart today—"

Wen Le snorted and said, "What if I win the bet, what my wife hates the most is ugly people, let alone being my grandson."

The two sides exchanged moves, Wen Le no longer hid and tucked in, did not use his marksmanship, directly kicked on the ground, and kicked the man over.

Bunle is extremely strong, and he can pick up four or five strong men with a gun, which is not enough for him to train.

After the man was kicked to the ground, just as he wanted to get up, he found that his body was in excruciating pain and he couldn't sit up.

"Don't move around, you have broken two bones." Wen Le said, put away the gun, looked at the crowd, and said, "General Zhen Guo's rules, it is normal for young people to be angry and fight among themselves. Recruits pay attention to politeness , don't rush to be cheap, don't give others face, when the time comes to the battlefield, no one will watch the knife behind your back for you. Don't be a veteran with your tail between your legs, they have killed people before, don't these battlefields Are you afraid of a milk baby who has never been fucked before?"

All the people present made him useless, and felt that his face was dull.

The person who was kicked to the ground forced himself to look at him and said, "I will fight you again! I will definitely beat you!"

Wen Le smiled and said, "Okay, Major General Wen Le of the Zhen Guo Mansion, don't miss the tent, my good grandson."

Major General?

Bunraku?

The general emblem engraved on the silver gun made them react.

The sixteen-year-old boy in front of him is Wen Le, the grandson of the Zhen Guo Mansion.

There was a lot of commotion, and General Zhen Guo hurried over when he heard what happened, for fear that Wen Le had been away for so long and let these soldiers bully him.

Whoever came here saw Wen Le people and animals standing harmlessly in the middle, veterans and recruits were all standing outside the circle, and there was a person wading on the ground, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like he was being bullied.

When Wen Le saw his own ancestor, he approached him with a smile, and said, "Zu Jun, Wen Le recognized a great-grandson for you."

General Zhen Guo: "..."

People on the ground: "..."

Military law cannot be changed, and private fighting is allowed, but it cannot be discovered by the superiors.

Those who participated in the fight were all held outside the battlefield and beaten with ten army sticks.

Bunraku was also beaten naturally.

After he was born, he had an ancestor and an elder brother, and he was very solid. Naturally, these ten army sticks were not enough for him, let alone the person who beat him was an old acquaintance.

So the ten army sticks were beaten, and the other two lay on the stools unable to get up. Wen Le not only got up by himself, but even jumped forward, holding his silver gun and groping into his tent.

He put the silver gun aside, and with the dry ink in his mouth, he scribbled and drew on the letter paper. Finally, he sealed it and handed it to the soldier who sent the letter.

It was finally something fun to tell my wife.

Wen Le looked at the soldier's back, and suddenly wanted to change with him. It would be great if he could go back today.

He was able to come to the border, so to speak, he borrowed from Fu Xiaoyu.

He bet that Emperor Wen trusted their relationship, and in front of Emperor Wen, he bluntly said that he was reluctant to part with Fu Xiaoyu.

With Fu Xiaoyu in the hands of Emperor Wen, no matter how much trouble there was behind Wen Le, he had to go back to Jinlin and continue to be his wealthy idler.

Before Wen Le knew it, the latest gossip in Jin Linli had shifted from him and Fu Xiaoyu to Fu's married daughter.

Fu Che, the concubine daughter of the Fu family, married Nie Xun, the Jinwu guard of the Nie family.

The auspicious days are relatively tight, but Fu Xiaoyu has not been able to wrong her sister. If other families want to marry their daughters, his sister must also have them.

Mrs. Fu couldn't help but be speechless when she saw the dowry. If she said something that would kill her, she was almost as good as the emperor's married daughter.

Hehe is Fu Che's dowry. She has never known how to tie her hair and now knows some complicated hair accessories.

Fu Che's mother didn't know where she died for a long time, Fu Shengyou was like nothing, she only knelt down to the old lady and Fu Xiaoyu when she got married.

When the new son-in-law arrived at the door, Fu Xiaoyu carried Fu Che out.

According to the rules of Jinlin, Zhou Chong married Zhou Twelve with his back on his back, and Fu Xiaoyu also married Fu Che.

The Fu mansion was decorated with lanterns and festoons. Fu Xiaoyu changed her usual appearance and wore a dark robe with lilies embroidered on the hem. The lily symbolizes a good marriage for a hundred years and the birth of a son early.

Fu Xiaoyu personally sent Fu Che to the sedan chair, looked at Nie Xun who was on the horse, but said to Fu Che: "Che'er, come back often when you are free. Come back when you are happy, come back when you are not happy, the Fu family will always reserve a place for you .”

Nie Xun felt a chill run down his back, and bowed to Fu Xiaoyu flatteringly.

His uncle is not easy to mess with.

He He was also wearing a red dress, looking nondescript, she kept pulling the flowers on her hair, seeing Fu Xiaoyu glaring at her, she quickly stopped, and followed the sedan chair towards Nie's Mansion.

The daughter can't stay, if she stays, she stays and stays as an enemy.

Fu Che married at a very young age, but in Fu Xiaoyu's view, it was just right.

About the same age as Bunraku, the governor is also sensible and capable of running a family.

Children waiting to eat wedding candy gathered outside Fu's mansion, and Ma Cheng and Sheng Xia deliberately spared time to come here, but they were too busy. Fortunately, Zilin, the eldest girl of Zhenguo Mansion, brought someone here to help and give gifts. It's like my own home.

After finally seeing off the last wave of people, Fu Xiaoyu sat in the yard with her arms folded, her face stinky.

Wen Le left, and Che'er got married.

He was really alone.

Ma Cheng looked at Shengxia, and Shengxia looked at Zilin. Zilin had no choice but to step forward and say, "Young Madam, today a letter from the border has been passed on, and your name is written."

Fu Xiaoyu stopped pouring the tea and coughed lightly. It was hard to show her true nature in front of Zilin. After receiving the letter, she read it while drinking tea.

The above are all clichés, not at all like writing to his wife, but more like writing to the emperor.

Fu Xiaoyu scolded him in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.

A thin page, not full.

Seeing the last sentence, Fu Xiaoyu was stunned, took a closer look, and said, "Come and see for me, is it because I miss your major general so much that I'm hallucinating."

The three of them stepped forward to look, only to see that the last sentence of the letter read——

【...By the way, I recognized a grandson for you. 】

Gone.

If there is no explanation, there is no cause and effect.

Zilin: "..."

midsummer:"......"

Ma Cheng: "Is the major general someone out there?"

Fu Xiaoyu took the teacup and threw it on Ma Cheng's head, shouting: "Try to make a grandson for me in two fucking months!"

Ma Cheng didn't dare to hide yet, regardless of how hot the tea was, he tried his best to catch the tea bowl, and said to himself: 50 taels, 50 taels, don't smash it.

As newlyweds, parting days are always difficult.

This is especially true for people like Bunle, who are young and greedy for pleasure.

He was anxious, panicked, and wanted to go back.

He still remembers Fu Xiaoyu's and crown ceremony.

But war waits for no one, the last time he was recuperating, the Huns beheaded a capable general named Ni Rilang.The Zhen Guofu didn't know why, and thought it was a new tactic of the Huns.Only Wen Le looked at Si Zhu with raised eyebrows, and the two held back their smiles, watching their noses, their mouths and their hearts.

There are big names in the room, and no one dares to underestimate anyone.

Xu Yijiang remembered that his soldiers were beaten by Wenle before, so he rolled his eyes back and said, "What is the major general thinking?"

The author says:

Bunle: Surprised or not!Not surprisingly!Our family has a queen!

Fu Xiaoyu: ...As long as you are happy.