Dressed as a high-risk occupation

The husband said that he didn't like those with a big age gap, and he also said that he was only a child, different from his wife and children.

What's the difference?

Shen Yan was very confused.

He can do what a woman can do, and he will love and love her husband well.

He will help his husband do what others cannot do.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Yan dodged to hide around the corner.

After Zhu Ru left, he didn't enter the husband's room, but turned back to his own room.

Age cannot be changed, he can only make up for it in other ways.

He wants his husband to know that when he grows up, he is no longer a child, but a man that his husband can rely on.

Just after dawn, Jiang Wen'an got up early in the morning and prepared to rush to apply for the draft.

Today is the last day of conscription, he can't hide, he has to go.

He himself has nothing to do, and he has been procrastinating, but it is just a fluke, and there may be a chance for a turnaround.

If he left, Yanyan would be left alone.

He hasn't helped Yanyan ascend to the throne of God, and he hasn't watched him grow up, marry a wife and have children. It seems a pity to die on the battlefield like this.

Finally, I thought, if he died in battle, he should be able to go home directly, right?

Yanyan should only be sad for a while, and then she will definitely cheer up again.

He shook his head, throwing out all the complicated thoughts in his mind.

It's useless to think too much, let nature take its course.

The living conditions for marching and combat were difficult. He only brought the wound medicine prepared in advance, and the rest of the items were just burdens.

He stuffed some dry food into his bag, ready to say goodbye to the little guy before leaving.

Knocked on the door several times but never got an answer.

"Yanyan?" he called outside the door.

"Are you still asleep?"

He found it strange that Shen Yan would wake up for morning exercises at this time on weekdays, share breakfast with him, and then rush to the training ground without stopping.

Today there is no movement.

But he must tell the little guy.

"Yanyan, I'm coming in."

After shouting, he pushed the door open and entered, but found that there was no one inside, and Shen Yan was not on the bed.

Have you gone to the training ground yet?

But his bed was too clean, as if no one slept here overnight.

Jiang Wen'an always felt that something was weird.

Looking around, he finally saw a letter on the jade table, which was left by Shen Yan.

It says: Mr. was born a few years earlier than me, and Mr. has always been taking care of me.Now that I have grown up, I can also share with my husband.wait me back.

Jiang Wen'an had some guesses in his heart, and continued to look down to find that he still did not forget to threaten: Sir, you are not allowed to marry a wife, otherwise you will never see me again.

Jiang Wen'an didn't understand why he wrote such words, and he didn't have any extra thoughts to think about at the moment.

The last sentence is: wait for me to come back.

Signed: extension

"Yanyan..." Jiang Wen'an hurriedly opened the closet to take a look, and it was indeed a bit empty inside.

He had already guessed what happened, and immediately ran out, but collided with Zhu Ru who ran back from outside at the same time.

Zhu Ru is also in a hurry.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to apply."

Zhu Ru stopped him, "There's no need to go, the team has already set off."

"What? But Yanyan..."

"I was just about to come back and tell my husband that Zici went to check the roster early in the morning, and found that someone from Mr.'s family has already reported it. The name is 'Jiang Yan', and His Highness the Fifth Highness claims to be Mr.'s cousin."

Jiang Wen'an became anxious: "No! I'll replace him."

"It's too late, I guess it's already out of the city gate by now."

Jiang Wen'an didn't listen, and insisted on rushing over, all he saw was the blocked city gate.

The city gate is the last barrier of Yanjing, and now is an extraordinary moment. After the closure of the city, it is absolutely impossible to open it hastily without the emperor's order.

Jiang Wen'an asked someone to find a relationship, but he still couldn't accommodate, no matter how anxious he was, he had nothing to do, so he had to put the matter on hold for now.

Jiang Wen'an remembered that Shen Yan also went on a march in the original text. He didn't know the exact time before, so he couldn't prepare for it.

What's more, because of the prince's recommendation in the article, he was asked to conscript in the name of the prince on behalf of the emperor. However, the situation was already very dangerous at that time, and this was not a good job at all.

But this time the situation was completely different, he never expected that Yanyan would replace him.

In the novel, Shen Yan seems to have suffered a lot during the march, but because of his own efforts, he gradually became stronger. At the same time, he was seriously injured, so that his left hand was completely useless.

Jiang Wen'an wasn't sure if these things would happen this time, but now he had no choice but to pray for him silently, while constantly looking for ways.

Time passed quickly, and it had been two months since Shen Yan joined the army, Jiang Wen'an finally got a chance.

At the beginning of spring, the soldiers in northern Xinjiang didn't have enough food and grass, and they were exhausted after days of fighting. If they couldn't even supply food, it would inevitably reduce their combat effectiveness and enthusiasm.All the grain and grass in the surrounding areas have been confiscated, and it has gradually reached the point where it needs to be transported from Yanjing.

Jiang Wen'an entrusted Liang Zici to help, sneaked into the food delivery team, and embarked on the road to northern Xinjiang.

He faintly looked forward to seeing Yanyan for a long time, and it just so happened that his birthday was approaching.

Although the men here are relatively weak, to Jiang Wen'an, it is his family's coming-of-age ceremony.

He once promised Shen Yan that he would spend every birthday with him every year.

Long time no see, he misses Shen Yan every day.

Only then did he realize that he had grown a cub for a so-called "task" he vaguely heard when he was unconscious.

From juvenile to adult.

To Jiang Wen'an, Shen was undoubtedly a special existence.

The fatigue along the way was all supported by the expectation of meeting Zai Zai. He forced himself not to think too much, but as he got closer and closer to Beijiang, the fear in his heart was gradually magnified.

Nothing will happen to Yanyan, right?

In fact, he shouldn't have worried too much. According to the trajectory of the original text, although Shen Yan was seriously injured, he would not die. The real test was to re-enter Beijing, but he still couldn't bear to suffer a little. He couldn't help but think about the worst. As a result, thinking of the fact that he couldn't sleep at night and couldn't eat, he fell seriously ill before arriving in northern Xinjiang.

He has been supporting Shen Yan for the past two months since he left home, but he didn't expect to collapse when he was about to see him.

The people who escorted the food and grass together felt that he was a burden, called him unlucky, and wanted to leave him behind, so Jiang Wen'an had no choice but to drag his tired body and continue on his way.

When he arrived at the destination, he didn't have any strength to look for Shen Yan, and was thrown in the tent where the wounded were placed unconscious for a long time.

There were many wounded and sick in the army, everyone just regarded him as a useless little grain carrier, and no one came to treat him.

He had been hungry for two days, his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he only supported himself with a little belief in wanting to see Yanyan.

On the third day, he had already lost the feeling of hunger, but he was somewhat refreshed and had a little more strength.

However, he couldn't fall down yet.

I haven't found Yanyan yet.

He pushed himself up, and the doctor accompanying the army saw him getting out of the crude wooden bed, and gave him a strange look: "Oh, I thought I couldn't survive, and the body bags are all ready."

Jiang Wen'an glanced at the people behind him who were placed on hard wooden beds like him, most of them were soldiers.

Although he was drowsy these days, he also paid attention to the people coming and going, listening to what they said.

When dealing with the wounded, the lighter ones can be healed and continue to fight directly, while the stronger ones are simply piled up next to them, without receiving timely rescue at all, they are immediately wrapped in body bags as soon as they die, and thrown to the pile of corpses behind the camp go.

Jiang Wen'an didn't have the energy to argue, so he could only try his best to protect himself first, with a smile on his face: "Excuse me, doctor, is there anything to eat here? I'm really hungry."

The doctor had just wrapped up the wound of a soldier whose arm was scratched by an arrow, and he didn't give him any extra glances.

"The soldiers don't have enough to eat, how can it be your turn?"

Jiang Wen'an opened his mouth: "A few days ago... I just brought food and grass here."

"Doesn't the general need to eat? Dutong, Admiral, how much is left after being distributed? Where is your turn?" The doctor seemed to have a little compassion, pointing to the broken wooden table not far away: "There may be some left over there." Next, go and have a look."

Jiang Wen'an was satisfied.

"Thank you."

He clutched his stomach and walked slowly towards it.

He lifted the table covered by the coarse cloth, and a sour smell came out, and there were still a few mouthfuls of porridge and a few pieces of torn steamed buns left in the pot.

I don't know how long it was left.

Beside them were soldiers who lined up one after another for treatment, most of which were only slight flesh wounds.

On the other side were soldiers lying down and moaning continuously.

The camp here is not small, but the crowds of white and red people in the past make the place look cramped.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the screams were endless, but slowly, slowly became weaker.

On one side are people quietly waiting for death to come, and on the other side are people who are numb and silent waiting in line for treatment.

It turned out that the army was reduced to the point where it was conscripted to go to Yanjing, but the front line treated human life so hastily.

Jiang Wen'an stuffed a piece of steamed bun into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then began to swallow it, dryly stuck in his throat.

He picked up the pot and raised his head, pouring the finally moist porridge down his throat.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

Suddenly there was a loud noise, the curtain was lifted, and a person rushed in from outside.

Jiang Wen'an raised his eyes, meeting Liang Ziqing's eyes.

Liang Ziqing's face was full of exhaustion, his eyes were dark blue, and he was also shocked to see him, "Why are you here?"

Before he could speak, Liang Zici had already stepped forward, pressed him on the chair, and sounded his pulse.

He was overworked and hadn't eaten for several days, and now he looked weak.

Although the porridge and steamed buns just now were not enough to fill his stomach, they were already a gift to Jiang Wen'an at this moment, and he felt that there was something in his stomach at least.

He shook his head, pointed to the soldiers who had been "humming" not far away and said, "I can still hold on, you should go and see them first, they are seriously injured."

Some people's injuries may be able to be rescued, but if it is delayed for a long time, it will be difficult to save them even if the Daluo Immortal comes.

"Okay." Liang Ziqing glanced over there, frowned, took out a small half of a pancake from his skirt and gave it to Jiang Wen'an before going over to check on the injured.

Liang Ziqing seized the time to treat the wounds of the most seriously injured people. He was not stingy with medicines, and his hands and feet were quick. He looked down one by one.

He poured the golden sore medicine on the shoulder of a soldier.

"Oh, General Liang Shen, this medicine should be used sparingly. I'm waiting here."

Liang Ziqing kept moving his hands, "Hmph, there are priorities, and there are fatal and non-fatal injuries. How can you be stingy with medicine at a time like this?"

"Da Yan Dynasty has accumulated for many years, and it is not possible to deduct even this little medical expenses. I heard that Dr. Zhao is General Long's distant cousin, so please be sure to persuade General Long to put the overall situation first."

Although the emperor of the Yan Dynasty was a dog, he was able to step on others to climb up to the throne. He was by no means incapable of strategy, and he should not have made such a mistake.

I am afraid that the emperor is far away from the sky, and I have been kept in the dark.

The smile on the face of the doctor surnamed Zhao froze, and his face gradually became a little hideous: "What do you mean?"

"I believe Dr. Zhao can figure out what I mean. The number of casualties in the army under the jurisdiction of General Long has increased dramatically. I am afraid that it will be reported back to Yanjing in a few days. I think General Long does not want to make any mistakes."

General Long is the uncle of the crown prince, and the two share the same interests.

The crown prince has not been in the limelight in recent years, if General Long fails to manage the army well, the people below who are eyeing tigers will have the opportunity to make use of it, and then he may not be able to parry.

Now that the news of the entire army is closed, the soldiers can only complain internally. These voices cannot be conveyed for a long time, and they gradually become numb.

But you can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it forever.

Dr. Zhao is a tactful person, so he will not fail to understand this truth.

"What General Liang Shen said is true."

After bandaging the wound of a wounded person, Liang Ziqing distractedly glanced at Dr. Zhao: "The wounds that can be treated by themselves go to the rear to get the medicine."

The soldier grabbing the medicine hurried over and forgot to put down the spoon he was holding.

Panting: "Liang... General Liang."

"Is there no one in the Huotou army? They run there every three days, and don't care about the people here?"

The little soldier glanced at Dr. Zhao, but didn't dare to say anything.

Liang Ziqing didn't make things difficult for him, pointed to Jiang Wen'an and said, "I'm overworked and weak, ask Dr. Zhao to get some medicine for him."

Dr. Zhao lost his voice, and just followed the words.

"Four children."

A kid about twelve or thirteen years old came out after hearing the sound.

Liang Ziqing ordered: "Give him a bowl of hot porridge and let him eat and go to sleep. You decoct the medicine and let him take it when he wakes up."

"I have something..." Jiang Wen'an always thought about Shen Yan in his heart.

"Ok?"

Jiang Wen'an approached him slowly, pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where Yanyan is at this moment?"

He held Liang Ziqing's arm, his hand trembling slightly: "Is... is he okay?"