After a night of severe cold baptism, the gray-spotted elderly man fell seriously ill. During the illness, no one saw the elderly man.

No one is allowed to enter except his butler.

The door of the room between people became a forbidden area, and the children who were rushing to greet the elderly were lined up and rushed to get inside.

During this period, Fazing came twice, and waited outside the door with apologetic gift for a while, chatted with the family for a few words before leaving.

In the early stage, the family would sneer at the old lady’s housekeeper, but later, they were unable to enter and everyone’s attitude changed.

Men and women, who were dozens of years older than the housekeeper, were so kind that they called the housekeeper brother and rushed to ask about their well-being.

These people are often filial, but have never been so filial now.

The king had never been to this place and would occasionally send someone to send a few words, all of which were wishing for a speedy recovery. He had no reply to the resignation of his official position.

Once, the messenger sent by the king and Enamed came together, and brought a box. The housekeeper brought the box in, and there was a gold-plated crutch inside.

It is said that after the person who sent the crutches left, there were sobs in the room. You could still hear the old man scolding in the room. I don’t know who he was scolding. The sound was not loud, but it just couldn’t stop intermittently.

No one dares to guess about this kind of abuse, so naturally no one dares to go out and talk nonsense.

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. What if it is the one who scolds it, it will not cause trouble for your family.

A week later, on the same day the valley exercise began, the old lady's health improved significantly.

Especially his eyes were no longer confused and extremely firm.

He called over to the butler and ordered the door to be locked.

In this room, the old lady was lying on the bed, placing a thick pillow, leaning on the head of the bed.

The butler sat next to his master's bed, spreading paper and pen on his knees.

The old lady's firm eyes emitted a faint light, and her mouth opened and closed, and she began to write.

“Dear Your Majesty.

I have been thinking hard for a long time and finally decided to write this letter today.

First of all, thank Your Majesty for your concern. You are deeply honored to think of the health of the old minister in such heavy national affairs.

The old minister lamented because he was weak and sick, and could no longer help His Majesty, and felt particularly indebted.

Looking back on the past, the old minister had already leaned over to farm in his position when Lao Wang was in power. Lao Wang returned to the sea of ​​clouds. The old minister assisted the former kings, and he did not dare to say that he had worked hard and made great contributions, so he could be called doing his best.

Now, I feel that I am old and can no longer contribute to Your Majesty.

I know that Your Majesty is kind and would rather be more arduous than keep an old minister like me.

However, the old minister hopes that Your Majesty will think twice and be able to make up for the old minister, dismiss the old minister and allow him to return home.

In addition, the second-class marquis, Mr. Bemon, was slightly aware of the old minister. All this person's mind was put on his work and the permission was worthy of use.

Your faithful servant, Wang Wei."

The butler listened to the writing, his face was filled with tears and heartbroken.

After the last few strokes, the handwriting was a little sloppy.

After writing the letter, the housekeeper looked up and asked, "Master, is that the case?"

"That's it, send it out."

The housekeeper sealed the envelope, ironed the family emblem, and walked out of the door.

After writing a letter to the king, two days later came back before a reply was made. The general meaning was to allow the old man to resign. However, regarding some major decisions, the old lady would still be invited to attend and teach the younger generations the experience.

That's all for this matter.

In the valley.

One particularly coincidental thing was that the Guards stationed in the valley held an exercise on the same day as Minba.

Because the war has basically subsided, many soldiers have had the opportunity to take vacations. They were not in the army during the exercise, which has made only about half of the number of people participating in this exercise.

Aside from maintaining order and controlling the exercise site, there are about one and a half people who actually participated.

The scale was so grand that the commander and several deputy commanders and staff were present, divided into two groups of people and started working towards the map.

Pusen was unable to participate, and his squad was responsible for maintaining a path to the exercise site.

This is exactly what the work is.

Soldiers can enter and exit with their ID, just tell them to be in exercise and let them return to their camp and stand by.

Logistics sends supplies and sends people to lead them to prevent them from entering the exercise site and causing unnecessary trouble.

No matter what civilians do, as long as they walk on this road, they are not allowed to pass by.

The members of the team were very frustrated, especially when they heard the sound of guns and cannons inside, they felt even more cowardly.

Therefore, they don't like this position, talking, chatting, smoking, drinking, and scolding.

My cousin was lucky, and artillery was indispensable for this exercise. He and his platoon were ordered to station on the back of a hill and were always on standby.

My cousin has been promoted to platoon leader because of his outstanding performance in the war.

He was not very complacent about this matter, and stood majestic on the artillery position, commanding the platoon of soldiers to do this and that.

For some reason, his regiment commander has been particularly enthusiastic about him recently. He invited him to the regiment headquarters for dinner when he had nothing to do and introduced himself to other military commanders.

"Over there, is the cannon stable? Is it stable? You kick me and I'll take a look."

He pointed to one artillery position and then turned to another: "And you, the speed of unloading the artillery shells must be as fast as possible. The positions here have been arranged. Your artillery shells have not been removed yet. Isn't this delay?"

He pointed at the fingertips, but according to the facts, each one is more professional than him. It’s just that he is a celebrity in front of the group leader, and no one dares to provoke him. Everyone is a child of an ordinary family.

While commanding, another carriage full of ammunition came here. My cousin was about to get angry because of speed, but unexpectedly, a young officer jumped out of the carriage and ran over.

My eldest cousin saw that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him for a while. Maybe he had seen him at the regiment headquarters.

This officer rank is higher than that of his eldest cousin, and he saluted him.

The officer was Nawu, who happily hugged his eldest cousin and was extremely excited: "Brother! Brother, I have found you. You said it was a coincidence that I was assigned to your platoon."

My cousin was stunned. Who is this person? He looks smaller than himself, but his level is higher than himself.

He pushed Nawu away and asked blankly, "Sir, who are you?"

Isn't this here to ban me, the platoon leader?

Nawu smiled and pointed at his cousin and said, "Brother, can't remember it, me, Nawu."

To be honest, my cousin really forgot. He couldn't remember it even after he reported the name, but he seemed to have a sudden realization: "Oh, it's you! Look at my memory, who is the one from... that..."

"Yes, it's me, Nawu of the King's Guard, and I know your cousin Mr. Yu Lian."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"This...you come with me."

Nawu secretly called his eldest cousin aside, looked around, and confirmed that no third person could hear it, so he lowered his voice and said, "I'm here to come to you, all because of my aunt."

My eldest cousin was completely stunned: "Who?"

"My aunt."

"Dare you ask your aunt who is?"

"Look, why did you forget that my aunt is Miss Zhi."

Nawu was a little discouraged. It turned out that his aunt was so far away from this person, and he had nothing to do with them at all, and he didn't know each other at all.

This is a bit tricky, so I strengthened my beliefs even more.

When my eldest cousin heard the name of the zhi, he brought up a memory he didn't want to remember.

That's not what Nawu thought. He thought he was angry, so he quickly changed the topic: "I was ordered to come to our place to study and was arranged in your platoon. Brother, you have to take care of me."

The eldest cousin nodded again, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately became excited and hugged Nawu's neck and said bluntly: "Brother, it's right to come here. Artillery is the most important army in the entire army. It's not right to say this. Everyone is a part of the Guards and is equal to each other, but artillery has the greatest effect."

Nawu nodded earnestly and became happy as well.

When he saw Nawu happy, his cousin hugged him to the position and pointed at the cannon positions one by one.
Chapter completed!