Great General [Rebirth]

"Hey! Get up!"

Zhao Yongzhou was dreaming that he returned to the capital with his achievements and fame, and sat on the horse to accept the celebration of the people around him, when suddenly the horse kicked him and threw him to the ground, causing pain in his buttocks.He woke up with a whine, and saw a big soldier kicking him vigorously above him in the gray light.The reason why this person is called Datoubing is because he has a big head, and there is no other meaning.

Because of the loose tendons, Zhao Yongzhou often went to sleep with a lot of hardships, and when he woke up, he was as weak as if he had been trampled by thousands of horses.After finally sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and looked around clearly.

There was an orderly bustle all around, with the extinguished fires, the tents being put away, the cooks running past in a hurry, and the resounding sound of bugles.

Ah, it's in the barracks.Zhao Yongzhou came back to his senses.

"Get up and go with me." The chief soldier yelled on his head.He was about to have breakfast early in the morning, when he was called to take this kid to the licorice cart in the rear, and he was full of anger right now.

Zhao Yongzhou got up silently, endured the discomfort on his feet, and walked behind the leader.The sky is still gray, the morning fog has not disappeared, and the cold dew hits people.Zhao Yongzhou shivered, feeling the empty stomach, regretting not hiding the chicken legs last night.

A line of soldiers walked by in neat steps, and it seemed that they were about to set off.Zhao Yongzhou looked around, originally wanting to see where Feng Buran was, but saw two brothers Wang Biao and Wang Quan anxiously looking around in the crowd.

"Hey!" Zhao Yongzhou shouted loudly, waving at them.The two brothers saw it and ran over in a hurry.

The chief soldier asked, "What are you doing?"

"Master Huijun, we are the messengers escorting this kid." Wang Biao said, reaching into his bosom to get the documents.The chief soldier waved his hand, "Follow!"

Wang Biao and Wang Quan followed Zhao Yongzhou, Zhao Yongzhou turned his head, "Brothers, have you had breakfast yet?"

"I just used it with the military men." Wang Quan laughed.Zhao Yongzhou noticed that he was still carrying his own bag on his shoulder, thinking that it still contained the buckwheat pancakes that Jun Zuo and the others gave him.

Bypassing the large troops, they came to the rear of several carriages carrying haystacks.The chief soldier grabbed a small soldier who was carrying the unused haystack on the ground into the car, "The order of Captain Feng..."

While Datou Bing was chatting with the coachman, Zhao Yongzhou turned his head and looked at Wang Quan, who was wrinkling his nose and smelling horse manure beside him, "Can you give me a pancake?"

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment, took off the bundle and opened it.Zhao Yongzhou took one from inside, "Would you like it?"

The two brothers shook their heads.

Zhao Yongzhou brought the pancake to his mouth, just about to open his mouth to eat.The big soldier over there had already discussed with him, turned around and picked up Zhao Yongzhou, bent over and threw him onto the haystack of the carriage.leave.

"Pfft..." Zhao Yongzhou spat out the licorice in his mouth, looked up at the dusty back of the big soldier running, and really wanted to shout: "Master Jun, what a handsome skill!"

"What kind of official position is that military master?" Wang Quan asked the coachman.

"He's a village chief, and he's leading five hundred soldiers."

Wang Quan stuck out his tongue in surprise.

By this time the army had set off.Wang Biao helped the driver tie the horse's head, and asked, "Who is the Captain Feng he is talking about?"

"Lieutenant Feng, that one is even more powerful. He was born in the Imperial Army and led [-] elite soldiers. Didn't you hear his surname was Feng? He is the son of Marshal Feng's relatives. Eh? What kind of prisoner are you? Sir?" The coachman got into the car.

Wang Biao was busy tugging at the horse's head, and Wang Quan hurriedly took his mouth, "We have a long history! Have you heard of the fifth young master Bai, the oiran of Sanqing County?"

"No." The coachman shook his head like a rattle, but he was happy to have someone help him drive the carriage and chatter. "I've only heard of Mr. Qian Lingyu from Jinhong Pavilion."

"You should know, Lord Protector, right?"

"Which Lord Protector?" In this dynasty, the title of Lord Protector is mostly empty.The emperor no longer knows how many people have been given the title of protector of the country, and there are a lot of protectors in the capital, let alone those who have returned to their hometowns to farm.

"Chen Yuanzhou, Chen Guogong!"

"Oh...some impression."

"Let me tell you, this Chen Guogong, Mr. Chen, was on that day..."

Although he is a coachman, he is also from the capital.Zhao Yongzhou smiled inwardly, and he didn't mind Wang Quan's hype about him.Chewing buckwheat pancakes in his mouth, sitting on the rickety carriage, feeling the galloping horses around him.

From dawn to sunrise, they ran across the Yangu Pass and across the Tianling Mountains against the red light of the skyline.The clanking of horseshoes reverberated in the valley, like the roar of beating drums.The military flag of the Feng Family Army passed through the colorful light of the river, pointing to the sky in the sky.

Just when Zhao Yongzhou looked at the great river and mountain and his heart was moving, there was a sudden movement below him.Something in the haystack protruded from his buttocks, and he was startled. At this moment, the carriage shook, and he threw himself forward uncontrollably.

"Brother, watch your way." Wang Quan shouted, just now he had run over a stone.

The carriage stabilized again.Zhao Yongzhou turned his head with lingering fear, and saw a person popping out of the haystack again, and he cried out in fright.

When Wang Quan heard the movement, he turned his head, and because of the too high haystack, he could only see Zhao Yongzhou lying there with his butt up.

"What's wrong?" Wang Quan shouted.

"People..." Zhao Yongzhou said.

When Wang Quan heard this, he immediately stood up.He was pulled by the coachman to sit down.

"Master?" the coachman called out.

"It's okay! Grandpa, come out to get some air!" A green voice came from above his head.

Facing the inexplicable eyes of the two brothers Wang Biao and Wang Quan, the coachman smiled embarrassedly.

Zhao Yongzhou watched helplessly as the man pulled the grass off his head, revealing an immature face.

"...Master Feng?" Zhao Yongzhou called out softly.He recognized the young man in front of him, the one who was clinging to Feng Buran that day and making a fuss about going to the battlefield.

"Who are you?" Feng Xun looked at the swaying little man lying on the haystack, frowned, and there was faint doubt in his bright black eyes.

His expression really has the charm of Feng Buran.Zhao Yongzhou couldn't help thinking, are all members of the Feng family so arrogant.

"Next..." Zhao Yongzhou was about to speak when suddenly the carriage shook again, this time even more violently than before.He was nearly thrown out.With quick eyes and quick hands, Feng Xun grabbed him and dragged him over.

"You're courting death." Feng Xun roared.

"Thank you, Young Master Feng..." Zhao Yongzhou patted his chest.

"Who are you? How do you know me?" Feng Xun stared at him and continued to ask, a little persevering.

"Oh, I think you look a lot like Marshal Feng." Zhao Yongzhou deeply felt that this kid was difficult to deal with, and just as he thought about it, his eyes lit up.

"Is that right? You also think I look like my uncle, right?" Feng Xun grabbed Zhao Yongzhou's collar and asked excitedly.

Zhao Yongzhou nodded again and again, "Like, very like."

If Feng Buran hadn't explained it to him personally, he would definitely think that this kid is the seed of Feng Buran and Wan Qingcheng.But upon closer inspection, he was still more like Wan Qingcheng.The facial features of Feng Buran are only similar when making certain expressions such as frowning and thinking hard.

"Many people say that, but my uncle always refuses to admit it, and this time he won't take me to the battlefield. Thanks to Wen Zhong's cleverness..."

Feng Xun started talking with his hands dancing.Zhao Yongzhou made a few remarks from time to time, and soon got acquainted with this young master.

From what Feng Xun said during his conversation, Zhao Yongzhou estimated in his heart how much help this young master could provide him in his counterattack.

Feng Xun is a child of a family. He has been around well-known scholars and well-trained guards since he was a child. He spends more on food and clothing than others. When he goes to school, he is also accompanied by servants.Even the peers who play together are either princes or father-in-law, and their status is higher than that of ordinary young masters in the capital.Zhao Yongzhou was a general's son back then, but because of his concubine's birth and reputation, he couldn't be compared with this Young Master Feng.Feng Xun showed no disdain for him in his demeanor and words, and it was also because his status was too low that he could be seen as nothing.

Zhao Yongzhou observed his words and demeanor, and he knew that this young master had an extraordinary competitive heart.And I also have a strong personality, I don't want to bow to others, it will cause more troubles in the future, it's better not to get too close to Feng Xun.He didn't care about the conflict with Yan'an in Heguan back then, but it was a small place after all, and there was only a bustard Liu in charge.When facing Feng Xun, whose status, status and educational background are higher than his own, naturally he can no longer be arrogant and domineering, after all, he has no background at all now... It seems that he, Zhao Yongzhou, is more afraid of getting into trouble , but it's better to stay away now than to cause trouble if you don't get along well in the future.He thought about it here, but he forgot that the other person was just a 14-year-old kid.

With this idea in mind, Feng Xun expressed his ambitions in various ways along the way, and Zhao Yongzhou just acted like a passerby to echo him.After less than three days' journey, the army arrived at the Mobei border and set up camp.

Feng Buran met with the second prince who arrived earlier and the guarding general stationed at the border, discussed the military situation in the camp, made a battle plan, and prepared to go to war with Julan three days later.

As a prisoner in exile, Zhao Yongzhou was assigned to the miscellaneous class.Zhao Yongzhou knew that the miscellaneous soldiers were the lowest rank personnel in the army who could yell at anyone, serve feces and piss to the soldiers in the battalion, lead and feed the horses, and serve as cannon fodder when the enemy came. It doesn't even count.

Wang Biao unchained the chains on his feet and hands, and Wang Quan handed the cloth bag containing the padded jacket made by Bai Wu's mother to Zhao Yongzhou. Farewell gift.

Wang Biao said: "On the battlefield, swords have no eyes. Brother Bai, take care and leave."

Zhao Yongzhou returned the boxing salute, "The two brothers have worked hard, so be careful on the way back."

Looking at the backs of the two brothers leaving, and looking at the crude objects around him and the environment near the water, the dusty cavalry running not far away, and the bleak wind of the horse, Zhao Yongzhou couldn't help feeling chills in his heart.No matter how ambitious we were before, the gap between ideal and reality is always so great.

Feng Xun didn't know what happened afterwards, after getting out of the car, he ran away with the driver of the Feng family without a trace.Judging from the boy's relentless figure, Zhao Yongzhou played the role of passer-by quite successfully.But because of this, he didn't have a familiar person around him, which made him very lonely... Pooh.No time to be sentimental at all, okay?

On the afternoon when he arrived at the camp, Zhao Yongzhou joined the ranks of hard workers.Set up tents, carry weapons, and in the evening, they were driven to burn fire and chop wood.He and his companions were like the spinning top, being whipped around by tall soldier dancers.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Yongzhou squatted by the fire, holding a bowl of hot soup with only vegetable stems in his hand.Just like this, those old-nosed and old-eyed miscellaneous soldiers around him were still staring at him.Zhao Yongzhou hurriedly drank wildly from the bowl, knocking on the bowl with his front teeth, there was a gap in the bowl.

After eating vegetable soup, Zhao Yongzhou dragged his exhausted body into the simple tent, which was already full of people.The miscellaneous department has no establishment, and most of the staff are the working people at the bottom of the society. They sleep in a mess. Zhao Yongzhou was the last to go in, and he couldn't even find a place to lay his feet.Although it was April, there was a strong smell of sweat in the tent.

Fortunately, when distributing items during the day, he thoughtfully hid the quilt behind the haystack, otherwise he probably didn't even have this thin quilt at the moment.Zhao Yongzhou sat down with his back against the capital of the column, the general was wrapped around his body, trying to put his tired body into a deep sleep.