The roar in the belly of the tall, strong man was long and loud, and even the black-armored sergeant passing by him glanced sideways.
He paused with the straw in his mouth, then turned to look at the person behind him.
Behind him was a thin young man. Seeing him looking back, the young man was stunned.
I have some self-doubt. Isn’t the sound coming from the front?
Could it be that I heard it wrong?
Looking at the tall, muscular man with a messy beard holding a straw stalk in his mouth, he waved his hand.
not him!
During this time, the team moved forward a few more steps. The tall man with the grass stalk in his mouth turned back, and the young man breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't know that the tall and strong man turned back, with a bit of happiness on his face.
The hand that reached into the lapel no longer scratched the itch, but pressed hard on the stomach.
I hope that my empty stomach and intestines will stop making noise and bring shame on myself.
Just smelling the aroma of porridge, rice and meat, I finally walked to the tall table in the recruitment office.
"Hudo." The clerk sitting behind the tall table raised his eyes to estimate the height of the tall and strong man, and nodded slightly unconsciously.
"I'm taking it with me." The tall, strong man took out a household slip in his arms.
The clerk raised his hand and took it.
"Liang Da." the clerk asked.
"It's me." As he walked closer, the aroma of porridge and rice became stronger and stronger, causing Liang Da to move his nose.
The clerk was not surprised by his nickname-like name and continued to ask: "Shangshanfang in Julingzhi City?"
"Yes, originally it was!" A sneer appeared on Liang Da's fierce face, "It was later attacked and burned down, and now he lives in the Beicheng resettlement point."
Not only his home was destroyed, but also the days when he used to be brave and filial in his hometown.
The clerk looked at Liang Da again, checked it was correct, and said, "Did you voluntarily participate in the conscription?"
"yes."
"Go in and prepare for the physical examination."
Body what?
Liang Da didn't understand, and he didn't want to be embarrassed to ask, so he took the household slip handed over by the clerk and walked inside.
After he left, it was the turn of the person behind him.
"Xie Lang?" Without the clerk's reminder, the young man behind him handed over the household slip first.
Just looking at the young man's thin body, the clerk shook his head.
The man just now was just a tall and strong man, and he could tell at a glance that he was an idle ranger in the city.
But the young man in front of him had an empty old robe hanging on his thin body, and his face was somewhat elegant.
Looking at the household slip records, it turned out that he had read books and knew how to read.
The clerk couldn't help but raise his head: "Since you are literate, don't you know that the Prefecture's official academy is recruiting junior clerks with swords and pens?"
Although he is only a small official with a hundred stones, he is still an official.
If you work hard and work hard, you won't be able to eat meat even after passing the test for promotion. Why join the army and suck blood from the edge of a knife?
Hearing this, the young man smiled: "My family was destroyed by Yuan's thieves, my house was burned by Yuan's thieves, and I am the only one left, living as a small official. How can I enjoy the pleasure of going into battle to kill the thieves myself?"
If you just want to survive, how can you live up to your parents who were killed by thieves, and how can you live up to your sisters who were insulted?
Thinking about the young man's smile, he narrowed his eyes. He had a fair and slender face, but now he was smiling like a fox.
The clerk sitting behind the high-top table looked at his relaxed smile and felt a sudden change in his heart.
I wanted to say a few polite words to persuade him, but looking at his appearance, I couldn't say anything.
He sighed inwardly, lowered his head, signed the note and handed it over.
The young man took the note with both hands, thanked him, and took two steps to the side when he suddenly heard a shout from behind him.
"Why!"
He turned around and saw the young official saying as if he had remembered something: "There is a martial arts lecture hall in the army to teach the art of war and strategy. There is not only one way to break the formation and destroy the enemy."
After saying that, the clerk turned back and said, "Next one."
Lecture Hall, Lecture Hall...
The young man recited silently, and then a ray of light suddenly burst out in his eyes.
"Hey, you are here to join the army, and I am here to join the army." An arm stretched out from the side and grabbed the young man's neck. Liang Da said familiarly: "Since we are destined, I will protect you from now on."
Hearing the conversation between the clerk and the young man, and knowing that the young man was literate, Liang Da hurriedly stepped forward to win over him.
The young man didn't know that he had so many skills, so he kept talking about it.
In this short moment, in front of the tent where they were waiting, the door curtain was lifted, and several people packed their clothes and filed out.
A middle-aged man wearing a white cloth smock popped up and said, "Come in."
The few people waiting in front of the door looked at each other and walked in.
As soon as I entered the tent, I was overwhelmed by the dull smell inside.
There were several tables placed in the large tent that could accommodate a hundred people.
The inside is filled with the odor of long-fermented feet, sweat, body odor...
Liang Da was used to such a smell, but the young man next to him immediately covered his nose.
After a while, I thought this was not a good idea, so I let it go.
"Come this way." The middle-aged man called just now, his voice becoming hoarse after shouting for a long time.
He stood behind a long table and said: "Take off your clothes!"
After saying that, he lowered his head and sorted out the paper forms on the table, regardless of whether these people were willing or not, and whether they were shy or not.
Obedience in the military is unconditional and non-negotiable.
If you can't even do this, there is no need to continue.
Arranging the documents on the table into a pile, the middle-aged man looked up and his eyelids twitched.
The tall man in front of him was naked, his chest hair was thick and curly, extending all the way to his lower abdomen. He was swinging objects around, and there was a hint of pride on his face.
The middle-aged man's eyes twitched and he quickly looked away: "Wearing baby clothes!"
"oh……"
Liang Da responded, feeling a little unfinished.
Compared with him, the people behind him are much more normal.
Under the guidance of the middle-aged man, the height, weight, strength, and whether there were any missing limbs were checked one by one.
All kinds of bizarre tests were eye-opening for these people.
He walked around the camp with a long list of naked men, and finally asked them to put on their clothes.
After the physical examination, several people were called out of the tent like the previous ones and moved to the next group of people.
After adjusting his belt, Liang Da finally waited for the part he had been waiting for for a long time, drinking porridge!
We lined up and received a bowl and an iron spoon made of unknown materials, and then each person was given a large spoonful of hot, thick porridge.
There are clearly visible pieces of meat on the top.
There were tables and chairs in the shed. Liang Da was not afraid of the heat, holding the hot porridge in his hands and sitting on the colorful stools.
I couldn't wait to take a big sip, and my throat was immediately scratched by the burning sensation, but I couldn't bear to vomit.
It was easy to swallow, and a blush appeared on my face.
The salted porridge fell into his stomach, making him feel happy.
The sergeant serving the porridge said that if you drink this porridge, you will become a member of the army.
Liang Da thought to himself, if he had known he could have such a bite, he would have come earlier.
Liang Da looked ugly, but the young man next to him, Xie Lang, was much more elegant.
Holding the spoon in his right hand, he put a mouthful of hot porridge into his mouth.
He sipped the rice grains carefully on the tip of his tongue. He didn't know what he thought of, and his narrow eyes narrowed again.
