Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chu Ziling closed the roster in front of him with an uneasy expression.

He has been in the Xiaoqi camp for two months, and on the first day he entered the Xiaoqi camp, he received an order from the general of the time, and set out immediately to buy horses along the way. The more the better, he went to a small border town to set up camp. Rest and recuperate.

Although there is no fighting in the barracks, it can't be idle.

Chu Ziling had to be busy until dark every day when he opened his eyes. There were endless military chores, and he had to train horses, which made him smell like horse dung.

Even the residents near the camp lost a donkey, and they would come to the camp to make a fuss, insisting that the Beifu army had taken it away.

Just dealing with these bare-bones troublemakers is enough to make Chu Ziling burn out.

No matter how thoughtful and tactful he is, he has mostly dealt with nobles and celebrities in the past ten years, and those refugees who deliberately come to seek trouble and beg for food will not listen to his way.

And what made him even more unbearable was...

"...Chu joined the army."

Another soldier surnamed Cen opened the tent and shouted to Chu Ziling who was counting the horses: "There are not enough ink ingots in the tent, get some."

A Xiaoqi battalion is often equipped with several soldiers with different responsibilities.Some enter accounts and discuss affairs, praise painting strategies; some arrange food and grass, and take care of chores;

When Chu Ziling was first appointed, he was shocked.

He always thought that everyone called him "Lieutenant General", and he had already lived up to his name. Who would have thought that after the foam cleared, he would still be a penniless servant.

And when he cheered up and thought that he would at least join the army as a member of staff, Lu Dayuan, the black tower man who refused him to join the Beifu army in the past and became his immediate boss inexplicably, arranged for him to be a counselor in charge of miscellaneous affairs!

He once heard Lu Dayuan say to the chief writer who persuaded him to take care of himself to join the army: "Yes, it is true that Chu Ziling is a popular person in front of the major general, but he is new here and doesn't know the core military affairs of our Xiaoqi battalion. Let him Come to point out, isn’t it just a blind man feeling the elephant, what can he figure out? Besides, he used to do chores beside the major general, so starting from familiar things, it will not be bad. Let’s understand, it’s not too late to bring it up when the time comes.”

Every word is right, but every word is disgusting.

Chu Ziling swallowed his resentment, made a somewhat sloppy smile, and turned to get the ink ingot.

Along the way, junior officers kept asking him about miscellaneous matters, either when the next ration would be collected, or where the patrol team had caught a suspected spy and where he was going to be imprisoned.

It wasn't until he entered the military tent where sundries were stored that he had a short period of peace.

Chu Ziling didn't even want to go out after quickly picking up a low-quality ink ingot from among the sundries.

He sat down in the tent, supported his head, and his ears were still full of inquiries of "Chu Canjun" and "Chu Canjun".

Chu Ziling buried his face in his palm and cursed silently.

It has been more than three months since Chu Ziling left Shi Tingyun and came to this border town to drink wind and sand.

He no longer has a small kitchen to share with his son, no clothes that can be changed every day, no separate sheepskin tent, and he even needs to use the same tent with another soldier, which is cultivated in the main camp and several main cities. All his confidants cut off contact with him.

The young master didn't tell anyone, he should take more care of Chu Ziling.

This is indeed Shi Tingyun's temperament, and he acts chicly. If the mother-in-law confesses this and tells that, it will not match his behavior.

But Chu Ziling has tasted what it means to worship the high and step down in the short two months.

An upright person like Lu Dayuan would not care about his son's love for him at all, and treated him like an ordinary soldier; but those who wanted to flatter him, flattered him for a while, but found that Shi Tingyun did not take care of Chu Ziling Therefore, he suspected that he had offended the young master, so he was sent down by Ming Sheng and thrown into this corner to do hard work, and gradually alienated him.

Fortunately, he brought the pigeon with a little gray neck.

After regaining his senses, Chu Ziling took out two pieces of letter paper from his arms, lay down among a pile of wooden boxes, took out a bald pen, and continued to write letters.

The letter between him and Nanjiang must never be broken.

"Lord Aisha, Ziling has not revised the letter this month, so I am here to plead guilty. General Wu Yichun died unexpectedly. It was not my wish. Please pray..."

At this point, Chu Ziling put down his pen angrily, scratched a big ink dripping fork on the paper irritably, then rubbed the paper hard, and stuffed it into his mouth.

This hero, he can really hold his breath!

In the Battle of Fusui, he just killed an idiot general who wanted to escape, which is not considered a great achievement in the Central Plains, but getting a post in the army is indeed a great reward.

But from Nanjiang's point of view, they lost the two cities of Fusui and Weiling in succession this time, over ten thousand troops were damaged, and a large amount of food and grass fell directly into the hands of the Beifu army, and "Chuziling" became famous after the war , as if the success of this battle was all on him alone.

More importantly, this battle was indeed facilitated by him sending a letter to southern Xinjiang!

It wasn't for him to tip off the news, the little Fusui would be surrounded if he was surrounded, and he would never have built a Weiling and a whole grain transport army.

The black and white words were there, and Chu Ziling couldn't explain it clearly, but he sorted out the whole thing, as if he was cooperating with the inside and outside, and wanted to help the Northern Army's plan for the southern border.

He used to cooperate with Nanjiang, claiming to have the status of a prince. He never had the superiority of controlling the overall situation. Now that something like this happened, he himself felt guilty. Every time he wrote a letter, he didn't consciously choose words Being short by a head, I feel servile when I read it, and I feel very angry in my heart.

And the letter he promised in the past would not be returned, which made him sleepless and restless.

How would Southern Xinjiang view themselves?

Will they still believe in themselves?

But at that time, the situation was urgent, and Wu Yichun was timid and fearful, so he might not have recruited himself just to save his life.

If Wu Yichun is not killed, he will die!

Distraught, Chu Ziling simply put down his pen, picked up the ink ingot, got up and left the tent, intending to carefully write his words and write another letter.

It took him nearly ten years to win the trust of the people in southern Xinjiang with great difficulty, and he can't fall short like this!

After leaving the camp, he bumped into Lu Dayuan's adjutant head-on.

Chu Ziling was thinking about something on his mind, and only nodded slightly with the adjutant, Quan Dang said hello, and then walked away immediately.

The adjutant was a little surprised.

Three months ago, when he first met Chu Ziling, he was clearly a very energetic young man.

At first, the adjutant had a good impression of Chu Ziling.

He originally thought that, at Chu Ziling's age, shooting and killing a Southern Xinjiang general with his own hands, not to mention being arrogant, he should be proud, but when he saw him, the adjutant found that his expression was not very happy, and he frowned from time to time. He doesn't like to hear others brag about his achievements, so he should be a humble person.

In just three months, the wind and sand on the frontier and the rough diet have roughened him up, causing blisters to form on the corners of his mouth. The blisters on the corner of his left lip have just shriveled and formed dark brown blood scabs. The corners of the lips swelled up again, and a new mouth sore appeared brightly.

He is preoccupied and doesn't like to talk to others, which doesn't quite match the rumored talkative love to laugh.

Zhan Yuan's adjutant is notoriously soft-hearted. He shook his head and thought, I heard that Chu Canjun grew up with his son since he was a child, and I am afraid that he has never been separated for such a long time.

Besides, he was used to eating good rice noodles and living in a good tent, so he suddenly landed on this borderline where no shit, dealing with a bunch of refugees all day long, it's normal for him not to be used to it.

Thinking of this, he stopped Chu Ziling: "Ziling, come here."

Chu Ziling turned around.

The adjutant pulled him aside: "I'm not asking you to work, it's a good thing. The news just came from above that there is a battle going on in our Xiaoqi battalion."

Chu Ziling, who was born with blood blisters and ulcers due to his eating disorder and moodiness, finally drafted a letter a few days later, and put the pigeons into the wind and sand all over the sky.

a few days later.

The letter was tossed and turned several times, and then spread out on Pasha's desk.

A pair of green eyes stared at the yellowed letter paper, the pupils were gloomy, and it was impossible to see what their owner was thinking.

Pasha's lieutenant-general was already extremely impatient: "General! Do you still believe his lies?! My uncle and General Wu's successive tragic deaths are not enough to wake you up?"

Pasha said coldly: "Dead in battle? Wu Yichun obviously died of stupidity."

Pointing to the top of the letter paper, he said to himself: "...Why is he still writing to Aisha? Doesn't he know that Aisha is dead?"

The lieutenant general only felt that his head was as big as a fight: "General, forgive me for offending you. I really don't know why you have such trust in Chu Ziling?!"

"People say that I killed pigs in my previous life and taught them in this life; I think I killed people in my previous life and taught pigs in this life." Pasha said, "If you really don't know, just shut up. I don't need to explain my thoughts to you."

The lieutenant had no choice but to shut his mouth for a moment unwillingly.

After a while, he still couldn't help it, and blurted out: "Then do you want to listen to that surname Chu and withdraw from Guining?"

Pasha sneered, and asked back: "Do you really believe that the Beifu army dared to raise an army across the river to attack Guining?"

The lieutenant general was slightly surprised: "You..."

"The Beifu army is attacking Guining? It's a joke. Guining has a natural danger. It is separated from the Beifu army by the Cang River. It is one of the front lines of General Timur. Regardless of whether the Beifu army has the guts to fight us head-on, if we avoid How can he explain to General Timur that he withdrew before a fight?"

"But what Chu Ziling said in the letter is very clear..."

Seeing that Pasha was so sure, the lieutenant became uneasy on the contrary: "...it is said that the little thing named Shi has a secret strategy, and will cross the river to seize the city at night, and set a reward for your head in advance..."

One hundred gold, let's give you a bunch of bastards from Cangjiang Shoal.

This reward sounds really infuriating.

"Ha." Pasha wasn't angry, "Little Zhuzi, you're just pretending to be arrogant."

The lieutenant general said: "Then Chu Ziling suggested very carefully, telling us to avoid his sharp edge, withdraw to Daocheng on the east side, join with General Suo, make a gap, form a pocket formation, let the clouds stop at that time, Then take the opportunity to join forces with General Geka's headquarters on the west side, respond from east to west, and strangle the Beifu army..."

Pasha's green eyes blinked slyly: "Let me ask you, what if the Beifu Army didn't come after me?"

"We and General Geka in Changling and General Suo in Daocheng have formed a shape of mutual protection. Changling is [-] miles away from Guining, and Guining is [-] miles away from Daocheng. It's an iron bucket. However, if the Beifu army is targeting Gelka..."

The deputy general suddenly realized: "Yes! The Central Plains Gouzi is really cunning! General Geka is in the west, just in the upper reaches of the Cangjiang River. The Beifu army can sneak behind him without crossing the river, and attack the city by surprise. The Beifu army They keep talking about crossing the river, but where do they have the courage to confront us head-on on the river! If we listen to this surname Chu and really withdraw to the nearest General Suo, wouldn’t we isolate General Gieka? He broke our alliance?"

The more he talked, the more reasonable he felt: "Sure enough! That Chu man is trying to deceive the general!"

But Pasha said: "I think Chu Ziling has indeed been deceived. Someone is probably using him to send false information for us."

He ignored another question from the lieutenant general, and lowered his eyes in thought.

Pasha still believed that Chu Ziling would never rebel if driven by profit.

But whether it is Aisha's death or Wu Yichun's death, there is no doubt that one thing is confirmed: someone is using Chu Ziling.

Then why not make good use of this level of "use" and seek more benefits for himself?

The lieutenant broke his mouth, but seeing that Pasha's "confidence" in Chu Ziling was not shaken, he could only sigh: "...general, tell us how we will do it."

"Don't ask him to ignore what the letter said. If the Beifu army wants to 'come', then 'come'. Send more spies to monitor Changling. If there are spies from the Central Plains, don't startle them, pretend not to know, and let them go. go back."

"I wonder if the two generals will say something?"

Pasha said with a smile: "If the Beifu Army didn't ask the Beifu Army to beat up the Gelka, General Timur would not remember the merits of my leading the army to rescue. The credit, I can take it all by myself. I have a big appetite, and I am not afraid to hold on." .”

Chu Ziling's chess piece is very likely to be useless, so why doesn't he take this useless move and build a ladder for himself?

At the end, he laughed and said to himself: "Children of the Shi family, Wu Yichun has won the same trick, and you want me to win it again? I will hold the head of this hundred gold and wait for you."