The two old soldiers were stunned. They never imagined that there were such expensive drinks in the world. They never imagined that this young guy could be so wealthy!
After taking a deep sniff, the two veterans almost drooled... Who among the warriors on the battlefield wouldn't like this cup?
The two of them carefully took a sip and were satisfied. Then the gray-haired veteran quickly put away the wine and said he would share it with several other friends in the evening.
The one-armed veteran smacked the hot and mellow flavor lingering on his tongue, pinched his beard and smiled: "This good wine in Song Dutou is much more fragrant than silver, haha... Let's go, I will take you to pick out some of the best swords and guns.
, do you have any archers? Although there are not many good bows and arrows left, you can still get twenty or thirty if you scrape them together..."
Song Wen was overjoyed and thanked him: "If you can really find some good equipment for my little brothers, I will send ten jars of this wine to the old brothers..."
The one-armed veteran was shocked... "You, you are so rich!"
A bunch of keys was carefully taken out of the arms by the one-armed old army, and then the two old guys led Song and Wen to a sturdy warehouse. The old army with two arms took the keys and first opened the rusty ones.
I wiped the dusty copper lock, and then with some effort I opened the lock and pushed open the heavy wooden door.
There was a strong smell of moldy grease. On the rows of wooden shelves were hand knives and large ring knives wrapped in oil paper. There were also bundles of gun heads. In the corner were gun handles separated from the gun heads.
wooden stick.
The one-armed veteran looked around and smacked his lips... "It's a pity. The weather here is too dry. The handle of the gun looks fine, but in fact it's dry and cracked inside. It will break if someone hits it with a heavy weapon... If you
If you want to take some gun heads back with you, it’s best to replace them with some good and suitable wooden sticks.”
Another old soldier happily held the wine bag and suddenly glanced at the sabers on Song Wen and An Chun's waists... "Huh? Where did you two young men get this saber? This is not an official hand saber made by the Song Dynasty, but it is somewhat
Like the saber of the Northwestern Tatars!"
Song Wen nodded: "This is a saber specially made by the blacksmith in the village. It has a thick back and a narrow blade with a larger arc. It is most suitable for chopping on horseback."
The one-armed veteran looked at it and shook his head disdainfully... "The Song Dynasty is short of horses. This thing looks flashy, but holding it in an infantry battle is a waste of life..."
An Chun frowned when he heard this and said, "But there are less than fifty of us and we defeated more than a hundred thieves with this kind of saber and buckler!"
The old army curled his lips: "I've heard of it, what kind of thieves are they? They're a group of refugees! Kill a few of the brave leaders, will the rest just disperse or kneel down and beg for mercy? Tell the truth, you guys should gather together
He killed more than a hundred people but only beheaded more than 20 people...Old man, I just gave you a high look, which means that you did not do the dirty things of killing good people and taking credit for their merits. If you meet the real king of the mountain or the real warrior who fights all the way,
Bandits, a group of teenagers fighting on foot with these sabers are just wasting their own lives!"
An Chun was very unconvinced and curled his lips and said: "In the places where there have been rebellions in the past few years, I heard that the Forbidden Army has been sent to quell the rebellion. I'm afraid your Xiang army won't even dare to attack the thieves now!"
The old man next to him said angrily: "Recruiting refugees into the Xiang army is a bad idea from the imperial court. We are military households who have been serving in the army for generations! How can we compare with them? Little boy, do you dare to practice with us? Let me see what you are like.
How good is the little soldier Xiangyong?"
Song Wen suddenly felt something in his heart, and he raised his hands and said: "My village is full of poor children who have been taken in over the years. There are spear and stick instructors and Tatars who teach riding. They are real old military leaders who have never experienced a battle! Several old soldiers
Senior, since I have led my younger brothers to become the head of the rural soldiers, in the future, if we are not safe, we will have to suppress bandits and even help the court... Senior, can you help us and teach us the battle experience? The reward is easy to say,
We earned some money from doing business in Bianliang, so we have no shortage of money!"
The old soldier with gray hair on his temples was a simple-minded man. Hearing this, he said happily: "Then you have asked the right person. I am afraid that in this huge Taoshan County, we are the only ones who have actually been on the battlefield. If it weren't for him... we
I'm afraid these brothers have been killed by those thieves a long time ago. Even the original commander praised him. If he could join the Forbidden Army and fight in the northwest, Huang Tou'er would have been promoted to the capital or promoted to a governor..."
"Xu Sangou! Don't talk nonsense."
Song Wen asked curiously: "Where has Senior Huang been in battle?"
Old Huang looked at Song Wen and smiled bitterly: "We were escorting a batch of grain and grass to Fengxiang Road for the Western Army, but on the way we encountered Xixia thieves entering the country and looting. We had a total of 500 troops, and we had to protect the convoy for seven days.
More than ten miles! Five hundred people died, and only about a hundred were left... Finally, the commander of the Tiefeng Mountain Fort came out to escort us and escort us into the fort to take shelter. However, at night, thousands of gangsters and thieves came to besiege us.
, unlucky..."
"and after?"
"Later, the emperor also became jealous and organized all of us Xiang soldiers into the Forbidden Army to fight on the wall of the stronghold! We stayed there for seven days... More than 200 of the 300 Forbidden Army died, compared to the 500 we set out for.
Xiang Jun survived sixty in the end!"
Next to him, old man Xu Sangou, who had gray hair on his temples, sighed... "My family has also been a military household for generations, and my brother was still the head of the grain team at that time! Brother Huang is three years older than me and five years younger than my brother."
Years old... At that time, I watched my brother being shot through the stomach by an arrow from a Dangxiang dog. The arrows of those Dangxiang dogs were all laced with gold poison. My brother knew that he would not survive, so he simply left the village with a Dangxiang dog in his arms.
The wall rolled into the kerosene below... and burned to death!"
An Chun, who was standing next to him, felt horrified. This... this is the battlefield! This is the real slaughterhouse... Killing a group of homeless bandits, fighting some mountain bandits, and competing with these bandits is like a child's play.
!
Song Wen's face was serious, and with An Chun he respectfully bowed and saluted again... "It turned out to be an old senior who had actually seen life and death with the foreign Tatars who protected the family and the country! Young Song Wen saluted the two old seniors...
"
When Song Wen said this, Lao Huang felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly raised his hand and said in return: "Song Dutou, what are you doing? You're welcome, you're welcome, we are just some thieves and soldiers fighting to kill Han people, tattooed with words and inferior to others.
!”
This sentence reminded Song Wen. When he looked up, he saw that the two old Xiang Army soldiers had slightly blurred tattoos on their foreheads. Song Wen knew that these tattoos were not only found in the Xiang Army in the Song Dynasty, but also those tattooed with the exiled thieves.
There are criminals too! The saying that a good man should not be a soldier has been passed down in this era...
If you don’t treat soldiers as human beings, how can they fight to the death for you? This is a huge bad habit. It not only makes these soldiers in the Xiang Army feel as inferior as criminals for their whole lives, but also shuts out those who are willing to serve the country!
From now on, there is no loyalty in the army...
Song Wen shook his head... "Serving the country to protect the people from wind and rain, how can it be obliterated with just a few tattoos? Loyalty is loyalty, and no one can obliterate it! An Chun..."
"elder brother!"
"From now on, prepare a small amount of money and food for the seniors in the arsenal. They must not miss it every year, and there will be ten altars of fire to burn the spring!"
"Yes, brother!"
The two old military households looked embarrassed and excused themselves... Song Wen smiled and said: "You two are welcome, our money was earned from the rich and powerful people in Bianliang. Originally, I
We have helped many heroes and orphans left behind in the army, so the money and food are what the powerful people owe us." This chapter has been completed!