The reason why the big guy looked at him with such envious eyes was because of the platoon commander's words.

The "Honor" of the Ming Dynasty.

Almost everyone who is a soldier knows what this means?

Lords are different from the founding lords. Daming, this is an extremely special group.

If those noble lords with titles are equivalent to the virtuous civil officials of the Ming Dynasty, then the military meritorious soldiers are equivalent to the local gentry in the opposition, and they play an important role in the local society as non-bureaucratic "meritorious people". Of course, the "meritorious people" who have won the "Yilu Medal" are not only equivalent to the status of the seven products, but also mean wealth, and they can get 100 acres of tax-free fields inside the customs or 500 acres outside the customs. A few areas can also be doubled, or even multiplied. And the rewards of the land are also the key to ensuring that their status is not inferior to that of ordinary gentry.

Of course, no one knew that this class of "military meritorious landlords" was deliberately set up in order to balance the power of the DPRK and avoid the situation in which the civilian officials suppressed the lords by virtue of their numbers, which led to an imbalance of power. Of course, the greatest effect of the existence of the "military meritorious landlords" is to avoid the monopoly of the local gentry who have used knowledge as capital to participate in local affairs for thousands of years, and together with the local civil officials, they have formed China's elite society. And this is one of the reasons why the status of civil servants continues to expand, because they are the mainstream of the elite, and they not only monopolize the power of the capitalist government and the local government, but also monopolize public opinion.

And now the emergence of "military meritorious landlords" has fundamentally broken this monopoly. In the social groups that originally consisted only of civil and reserve civil officials, there were a large number of local gentry who had gained status through military merit, and their appearance was conducive to the decentralization of local power. Break the monopoly of local power on those people.

It is precisely because of the wealth and prestige enjoyed by the "meritorious landlords" who won the "Yilu Medal" that the soldiers are eager to become one of them, and of course, this is one of the reasons why they bravely kill the enemy on the battlefield.

After all, no one in this world can resist the temptation of fame and fortune.

When the surrounding brothers looked at him with envious eyes, Su Bingfang, as the person concerned, listened to the words of the platoon commander, and there was a hint of excitement in his tired eyes. He didn't even feel as tired as he used to be.

And that's a good thing.

When the Su family arrives, it will be a "famous family". At that time, no one would dare to underestimate the Su family.

Can...... I have to wait until the battle is over and I will survive.

"Thank you, sir, for cultivating!"

Su Bingfang, who didn't even have the strength to breathe, immediately got up and saluted the platoon commander to express his gratitude, of course, in the face of the congratulations of the brothers, of course, he also patted his chest and promised that he would invite the brothers to drink after the battle.

Although obtaining the "Yilu Medal" is only a "possibility", this "possibility" is enough to mobilize the hearts of all soldiers to fight.

The others are all blushing at the "luck" of their comrades-in-arms, and they are thinking about seizing the last opportunity in their hearts. Make more military achievements on the battlefield, and then get their rewards.

Of course, they also need to rest!

At this time, many houses were burning in Tongguan City, and thick smoke was blowing with the wind blowing on the Yellow River. In the face of the congratulations of his comrades-in-arms, although Su Bingfang was very happy, he knew that whether he could get the "Yilu Medal" in the end depended on the battalion commander.

After all, not everyone can become a Lord. Not everyone can get such military feats.

"Hey, I hope it's not for nothing......"

Su Bingfang thought so in his heart, he leaned against the wall. After gasping for a while, feeling a little thirsty, he touched the kettle hanging on the belt around his waist, and wanted to take a sip of water, he could shake it with force, the kettle made of bamboo tube was empty at some point, and then he saw that the water had already been drunk.

"There's no water."

Su Bingfang swallowed his saliva, he didn't ask his comrades for water, on the battlefield, the brothers had to rely on this bucket of water to sustain. He tilted his head to look to the left and right, there was no movement in this area now, the sound of guns and cannons was coming from a distance, and there should be no enemies here.

"Maybe you can get some water to drink."

Looking at the corpse of a Qing soldier on the side of the alley, Su Bingfang walked over, he wanted to find water on the enemy's corpse, but to his disappointment, the bucket on the enemy's body did not know where to go.

"Maybe it was taken by other brothers."

He felt a little thirsty. After observing for a while, he finally decided to go to people's homes and fill a bucket of water. A man walked in the alley, and did not see any danger, but no matter how he knocked on the door, the courtyard door of the people's house was slowly closed, and at this time, no one dared to open the door, after all, no one dared to risk his life, in case a rebel broke into the house, no one knew what kind of disaster would happen.

"Looks like it can't hold water."

Su Bingfang secretly thought about it in his heart.

He walked in the alley for a while, just when he was thinking about whether to go back, suddenly there was some movement in front of him, someone was running this way, the footsteps of the person were getting closer and closer, listening to the footsteps, Su Bingfang, who had been looking for water, only felt that his heart immediately rose to his throat, and he realized that he had done a stupid thing - he was actually alone!

On the battlefield, a person is left alone, what does it mean? It means that you can lose your life at any time.

Just when he was annoyed by his stupidity, an enemy appeared in front of Su Bingfang's eyes, this was an officer of the Qing army!

He was even wearing bubble nail cotton armor on his body, and the Qing army officer held a long knife in his hand, and the knife was even dripping with blood.

"Good fellows! Someone is actually blocking grandpa here! ”

As soon as the Qing army officer wearing armor saw that someone was blocking him, when he spoke, his eyes were also glowing, his face was bloody, and when the words fell, the officer with ruthless intent in his eyes had already swung his knife and slashed at Su Bingfang.

Facing the Qing army officer who had been killed suddenly, Su Bingfang quickly flashed his body to the side, although the alley was not spacious, he still avoided the enemy's blade. He never thought that at this time, in this place, he would actually encounter a lone Qing army, and they were wearing armor.

Albeit very suddenly. But Su Bing didn't feel timid. Avoiding the enemy's slashing blades, he paused, grabbed the butt of his rifle, raised his glowing bayonet, and shouted desperately.

"Kill!"

A neat stab, straight towards the Qing army's chest, because of the force, when the Qing army blocked the bayonet with a knife, it shook a little, and the bayonet was inserted into the back wall, and the moment the blade stabbed the wall, Su Bingfang only felt that his arm was a little painful, and the Qing army officer saw this and cut it directly, Su Bingfang hurriedly raised the body of the gun to block the opponent's long knife.

Naturally, this knife fell short again.

"Grandson!"

The Qing army officer roared and waved his knife and kept chopping, facing the long knives that kept chopping, Su Bingfang was so anxious that beads of sweat broke out on his head, but despite this, his eyes were still staring at the other party, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate him for the second time, and when the Qing army raised his knife again, he stabbed forward again.

"Kill ......"

This time the assassination did not fail. When the sharp three-edged bayonet stabbed the enemy in the abdomen in one fell swoop, it pierced through the armor and almost missed the enemy.

The Qing army officers, who were still imposing, looked at each other in disbelief. Then he fell to his knees, but there was reluctance in his eyes.

"Grandson, grandfather, grandfather...... Positive, positive yellow flag...... Grandfather...... Kill the Han ......"

Without waiting for the other party to defend the cruel words, Su Bingfang twisted his body, at this time, his grandson Meng heard the sound of the iron piece of the armor twisting, and he could also see the painful appearance of this Qing army. The bayonet swirled in the enemy's belly, and then he pulled it out of the enemy's stomach with great difficulty. In order to draw the knife, he even had to step on the man's chest with his boots before pulling out the bayonet.

"Grandpa...... Kill your turtle grandson! ”

After saying this, Su Bingfang only felt more tired, and even felt a little dizzy, his physical strength seemed to have been completely consumed, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, leaning against the wall and gasping, his eyes stared at the general of the Qing army, and muttered in his mouth.

"Zhenghuang Flag...... I have to let the grandfather, let the grandfather kill, kill a happy ......"

But that's not the case. On the battlefield, no one cares whether you are a general or a minion. In the end, it is nothing more than a dead word. Even if you're a big guy and what's so great, don't you let me stab you.

Looking at the knife that the man dropped on the ground, Su Bingfang picked up the knife and said while panting.

"This knife is good, give it, keep it for my son...... Your mother...... Zhenghuang Banner ...... I ...... it."

At this time, only the victor can utter such words, and Su Bingfang, as the victor, has enough reasons to show off his victory, but he is so tired that he can't even breathe, and finally gives up this idea.

"Lord, Lord......"

The enemy was lying in a pool of blood, but he was still moaning there, his mouth constantly foaming with blood, just hiding there and muttering.

“…… Emperor Tape ...... Grandfather...... Kill the Han Dog...... Kill ......"

Looking at the appearance of the man with only one breath left, although he was tired and out of breath, Su Bingfang couldn't help but say sarcastically.

"What the hell are you...... It's just, it's also a bear, life, life is gone, why do you want to kill the Han people...... It's only right to kill all of you grandsons......"

When Su Bingfang spoke, there was a rush of footsteps over there, but this time Su Bing was not nervous, as long as he listened to the sound of the copper nail stepping on the stone slab, he knew that it must be his own person, after all, only the military boots of the Ming army would nail copper cleats on the soles of the boots.

"Squad leader, squad leader......"

Running over, Ding Xiangshou saw the squad leader leaning against the wall, and immediately rushed over and shouted excitedly.

"Are you alright, are you hurt?"

"No, it's okay......"

When Su Bingfang said this, he pointed to the Qing army general on the ground who still had a breath left.

"This, this guy still has a breath, get him back, he's not dead!"

The capture of the officers of the enemy army is also a credit.

"What are you doing with this kind of animal?"

"It's not that keeping them is a waste of food, the chief has said that we won't keep prisoners in this battle."

"Even if you don't die, you're about to die!"

Before Su Bingfang finished speaking, the comrades-in-arms on the side looked at the armored enemy on the ground, and they were about to kill him with bayonets.

There are people who are willing to keep these people there to waste food. It would be easier to kill them, not to mention that the man was already half-dead.

Seeing that the military merit in hand was about to fly, Su Bingfang immediately stopped.

"Lift him up, he is an official, he wants to live! It is not certain that you will be able to get any information from him. ”

It was only at this time that Su Bingfang found that his arm was actually injured and was cut by that person, and he didn't even notice it when he fought with a bayonet before, he was exhausted and climbed on the shoulders of his comrades, so that he walked back to his comrades with the support of his comrades.

Although Su Bingfang wanted to capture a prisoner who was an official, when the brothers helped the Qing officer to come over, after walking more than ten steps, the man was breathless.

"It's a pity, it should be a big official,"

Looking at the Qing officer Zuo, who had already choked his breath, Su Bingfang muttered quietly. He even regretted why he had twisted the bayonet at the time.

"If he hadn't screwed it at the time, maybe he would still be alive."

Then Su Bingfang, who had some regret in his heart, leaned against the wall, and he sat there like that, looking at the black smoke in the air, and listening to the sound of cannons in his ears, it seemed that the sound of cannons was not as dense as before.

Could it be that the battle is almost over?

Su Bingfang suddenly thought of one thing, what if the battle was over and his military merits were not enough?

No, you can't sit like that. It is necessary to make more military achievements, so that when he is rewarded for his merits in the future, he may become a hero of the Ming Dynasty, and from then on he will glorify his ancestors.

When he thought so, Su Bingfang hurriedly stretched out his right hand, supported the wall with his hand, and supported the infantry with the other hand, and then used both hands at the same time, trying to stand up, although he tried to use all his strength to support his heavy body up, but he still couldn't do it, but just got up a little, fell down again, and still lay down under the wall.

Just sitting under the wall, the exhausted Su Bingfang finally chose to give up, he just gasped for breath, and finally sighed helplessly......

"Hey, forget it, everything is fate...... Perhaps, this is also fate......"