"General Yang! Let's go have some fun on the shore!"
Several soldiers pushed me over and greeted the deputy general.
These soldiers have cheerful smiles, but they all have fierce temperaments. At first glance, they are men who can fight.
Control in the military is strict, which means that now that we have withdrawn from the battlefield, everyone can be more relaxed, and it is inevitable that they will be a little wild.
Yang Yin is also very understanding.
"Let's wait until we pass through this water journey. You will be allowed to have fun in the next city for a day. Then we will go back to Jiujiang County directly."
The soldiers were a little disappointed, but no one expressed dissent. After all, they were Jiujiang Xuanjia, the most elite army in the entire Zhuang Kingdom, and obeying orders has long been an instinct.
After arranging his soldiers, Yang Yin bent down and got into the cabin. As expected, he saw his general sulking in the corner.
He didn't light a lamp or speak.
"You should have a good rest this time. Others have been rotated more than ten times and can't avoid the front line. It's better for you. You stay on the front line and refuse to come down. If General Duan hadn't directly ordered you to be forced back to Jiujiang, you would have been killed.
Entering Dingwu City."
The general Duan he was talking about was Duan Li, the chief general of Jiujiang Xuanjia. Wucheng was the capital of the Mo Kingdom, and the Mo Kingdom respected military strategists, so even the name of the capital was so murderous.
Yang Yin deliberately told a joke to adjust the atmosphere, but it was obviously not that funny.
At least the bearded Du Yehu couldn't laugh.
"For me, rest is on the battlefield." Du Yehu said in a dull voice: "Those ferocious beasts in Jiujiang County are not allowed to be killed too many, there is nothing left to kill."
Yang Yin had a headache: "Of course we in the army are destined to be on the battlefield. But no one is made of iron. How can we endure the months and years of fighting? General Duan values you very much and sent you back to rest for fear of you.
Fallen into Taoism, corrupted by killing intent..."
Du Yehu glanced at him impatiently: "You're here again."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Yang Yin raised his hands in surrender. When Du Yehu's mood improved a little, he took advantage of the opportunity and said: "Whether you like it or not, you have been transferred back anyway. The so-called military orders are hard to disobey. Take advantage of the opportunity before you return.
General Duan has no control over the station, so how about we go play on the shore together? How about we find a few beauties and listen to a ditty?"
He encouraged him diligently: "Anyway, you have nowhere to spend your salary. You can earn so much bounty and you can't finish it all just by drinking. Why don't you make it easier for me, brothers!"
"Yang Yin." Du Yehu leaned his head against the cabin wall. He couldn't see the scene outside the cabin through the thick wooden board, but he knew where it was.
Where is this close?
"Did you hear that?" he asked.
"What did you hear?"
"There are some voices that keep shouting in my ears."
Yang Yin heard the sound of the river waves hitting the side of the warship and the sound of soldiers walking back and forth on the deck, but he did not hear any shouts.
There wasn't even a shout. Where could there be any?
He swallowed and asked, "What are you shouting for?"
"They asked." Du Yehu twisted his thick eyebrows in pain: "They asked me why you were not here?"
Before Yang Yin could say anything else, Du Yehu suddenly sat up again: "Where are bandits, water thieves, or any other villains nearby? Hurry!"
Yang Yin was startled, quickly took out a pamphlet, and quickly flipped through it: "Thirty miles ahead of the waterway, forty miles straight to the east bank, there is a bandit, this year's trial for the disciples of the local city Taoist academy...
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Before he could finish speaking, Du Yehu had already grabbed a saber and lifted the curtain alone.
Yang Yin sat in the cabin and was stunned for a while before putting the book away.
Of course he knew what Du Yehu was doing, and he was almost used to this kind of thing.
But what worried him was that Du Yehu's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse, and it became increasingly difficult to control his murderous intent.
Yang Yin sat cross-legged in silence, while Du Yehu flew away from the ship alone, and the warship sailed at a constant speed on the Qingjiang River.
The water surface reflects the sky with beautiful clouds.
The boat moves in the water as if it is on the clouds.
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Jiang Anan on the cloud is worried.
She felt that Sister Qingyu was very strange today.
I laugh when I see myself, and I don’t know what I’m laughing at.
Did I forget to wipe my mouth when I ate the chicken legs?
Jiang Anan wiped her mouth clean and refreshed.
Ah, it's not just Sister Qingyu, they are all weird.
That round-faced, fun-loving Senior Sister Xiao Wang also has a very gentle sister. This is what Senior Sister Wang and Senior Sister Wang have been asking about their brother recently.
How old are you? How good-looking you are... Of course my brother is the best-looking in the world!
He also asked his brother if he had any sex partners, but Sister Qingyu grabbed his ears and drove him away.
What are meat dishes? Are there any combinations of meat and vegetables?
It's really strange, these people.
Little Jiang Anan felt very tired.
She had so many people to worry about, big and small things, a whole bunch of things, and she endured worries that she shouldn't have to endure at this age.
She really wanted to say, can you people be busy with some serious things? You just play around every day without practicing or studying? I, Jiang Anan, have to practice boxing every day! I also need a big copybook!
Also, the annoying senior brother was originally called Senior Brother Mo Liang, but he was too annoying, so he changed his name to the annoying senior brother and wandered around in front of me seven or eight times today!
It's so dazzling that your eyes are dazzled!
Now he was holding this food, and now he was holding that food, apologizing profusely.
Do you think I, Jiang Anan, am a pig? Just want to coax me with some food?
If I eat your food, I still won’t forgive you. Humph!
Also, Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Fang is not actually named Fang, but he has a very square face, so he called him Senior Brother Fang. Senior Brother Fang suddenly came over today to say something. Women and men never complain, and let the past matter go by.
But I told Uncle Ye a long time ago that he snatched my chicken legs. I didn't call it a complaint...Uncle Ye secretly appointed me as the supervisor! I am reporting work...
They always roast snow cranes secretly and eat them. You can’t blame me for being beaten. I can’t bend the law for personal gain...
The more Jiang Anan thought about it, the more tired she became, and her brows knitted together.
I wrote a letter to my brother in the evening and asked him what to do. Was my reporting work discovered? They were so weird today, did they want to beat me... Fastest update PC version::/
Thinking of this, Jiang Anan looked at each of the senior brothers and sisters walking around, and the more she looked at them, the more she felt that the situation was not good.
Forget it, let’s go hide at Uncle Ye’s place first. Although Uncle Ye always likes to tell stories that have been repeated many times, he is safe there. All the senior brothers and sisters are afraid of him...
With the plan decided in his mind, Jiang Anan turned around on the spot, took off his short legs and ran away.
"Eh!"
She crashed into a soft mass.
Sister Qingyu suddenly appeared in front of her for some reason, and Jiang Anan ran into her arms.
"You are running in such a hurry, where are you going?" Ye Qingyu said angrily.
Jiang Anan rubbed it for a while before raising her head and blinking: "I'll play chess with Uncle Ye!"
Is using chess pieces to make characters also called playing chess? When two people come and go, you make the character "ginger" and I make the character "leaf", is this also called playing chess?
Ye Qingyu was a little helpless, but still said: "Playing chess with an old man is too boring!"
She smiled: "How about I take you to a fun place?"
"Where?" Jiang Anan suddenly became energetic.
"We'll know when we get there!" Ye Qingyu said mysteriously, "I guarantee you will be satisfied!"
Jiang Anan was about to agree subconsciously, but suddenly remembered the "terrible guess" from before, so she asked smartly: "Is it just the two of us?"
"Of course." Ye Qingyu was a little confused: "Who else do you want to bring with you?"
"No one!" Jiang Anan felt relieved and clenched her fist: "Let's set off now!"
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ps:
I hope readers can feel Du Yehu's heart after reading the first half.
When I saw the second half, I could smile knowingly.
If a novel can make people feel sad and happy, it should be successful.
I think the definition of success is not just subscription results. It’s not just whether the website gives recommendations.
Of course, successful writing does require many subscriptions to support it.
