Tonight's wolf riding camp is particularly lively.

Most of the three thousand cavalry soldiers brought by Wei Musheng were familiar faces from the wolf cavalry camp. When the wolf cavalry battalion was formed, they also received training from Lu Bu together, but later, some people couldn't survive and chose to quit or were forced to quit.

Now that we are reunited again, there are naturally endless topics.

Thousands of men sat together chatting and bragging, and the atmosphere was even more lively than the market.

In the atmosphere of everyone's happiness, there is a figure that seems particularly lonely.

When Yang Ting came to the wolf riding camp, it was already after Yanmen Pass, and among the three thousand soldiers brought by Wei Musheng, there were naturally no familiar characters he could know.

He couldn't find anyone to talk to, and he didn't have a hobby of gags, so he simply scooped up half a jar of broth, took three more wheat cakes, and found a secluded place to sit down.

When he finished eating the first cake, Yang Ting seemed to hear someone calling him.

He turned his head, only to find that at some point, a middle-aged man in dark brown civilian clothes was standing behind him.

After the middle-aged man saw Yang Ting, he seemed to be a little incredulous, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses, and he exclaimed: "Eldest son, it's really you!" ”

The eldest son?

Yang Ting laughed self-deprecatingly, this title seems to have been heard for a long, long time.

Afterwards, Yang Ting looked at the visitor carefully, and finally remembered this man's name, and couldn't help laughing: "Wang Lang, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Wang Lang, who now holds an important position in the Hanoi army, did not dare to be slack, so he replied: "Wang Lang has seen Gongzi. ”

Yang Ting waved his hand unconcernedly, "This is a military camp, the cliché etiquette is waived, you don't have to call me the eldest son, just call me by my name." ”

When he was in Luoyang, Yang Ting met Wang Lang a few times by chance, and his impression was not very deep, but he often heard his grandfather mention it, and he spoke highly of Wang Lang.

beckoning Wang Lang to sit down, Yang Ting couldn't help but be a little curious, "How do you know that I am in this wolf riding camp?" ”

Wang Lang was truthful.

It is also a coincidence that in the afternoon of the day, the Hanoi army was stopped outside the village by the wolf cavalry camp. Wang Lang happened to see Yang Ting standing behind Li Feng, and at that time Wang Lang thought that he was dazzled. Who would have thought that the grandson of the three dignified princes of the Han Dynasty would run to this war-torn border pass and become a soldier.

No one will believe this.

After listening to Wang Lang's words, Yang Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and inexplicably felt a little lucky.

It's better that the old man sent someone to arrest him and go back.

At this time, the war drums beat like muffled thunder.

Yang Ting looked over there, and the soldiers were staggered into three layers, forming a large circle, freeing up the central position.

In the sound of war drums, two reckless men with bare upper bodies walked to the middle position, and with Cao He and Wei Musheng's order, the two quickly leaned together.

The onlookers exploded in an instant, and the crowd was boiling, and their faces were flushed and roared loudly, cheering for the two people in the field.

Yang Ting's eyesight is very good, even if he is at a distance, he can see the situation in the field clearly.

The two wrestlers, he knew one of them, it was from the wolf riding battalion, and as for the other, it should be a soldier under Wei Musheng.

As the most popular sport of northerners, wrestling can not only enhance the emotional friendship between the two sides, but also a way to compete in secret and prove their strength.

Although it was just entertainment for everyone, no one wanted to see people from their camp being thrown to the ground and unable to get up.

Drop him, drop him!

Yang Ting, who was watching the battle from afar, blushed, leaned forward slightly, although he didn't say a word on his lips, he had already integrated with those soldiers in his heart, and shouted together.

In the beginning, the two sides still won and lost each other, and it was not until Wei Musheng sent a villain named 'Kuiba' to the field that the wolf cavalry battalion never won a game again.

"Wow, lose another horse nose!"

Seeing that the wolf cavalry battalion soldiers on the field were thrown to the ground again, Yang Ting, who was depressed, bit a large piece of wheat cake with his sharp teeth and hatred to vent the fire in his heart.

Perhaps because of excessive force, the remaining small half of his hand fell to the ground, Yang Ting reached out to pick it up, and patted it nonchalantly.

Wang Lang on the side seemed to guess Yang Ting's next thought, and hurriedly stopped him: "Son, dirty ......"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ting threw it directly into his mouth, chewed it in a big gulp, and when he felt his throat dry, he poured a mouthful of warm hot soup, and his face was full of enjoyment.

I don't know, I thought Yang Ting was tasting some kind of human food.

The young man sitting cross-legged in front of him, where is there still a little bit of the etiquette and demeanor of the nobles of the family.

A few years ago, when Wang Lang was studying in Luoyang, he had the honor to attend several dinners hosted by the Yang family to entertain VIPs, full of delicacies and delicious wine. Even so, Yang Ting is tasteless, let alone enjoying.

Now our eldest son, what's wrong?

Wang Lang couldn't figure it out.

Yang Ting saw Wang Lang looking at the clay pot in his hand in a daze, so he handed the jar forward, "Come on?" ”

Wang Lang was stunned, and hurriedly pushed his hand, indicating that he was not hungry.

Yang Ting gnawed on himself again.

"Eldest son, do they know that you are here?" Wang Lang asked with concern.

Yang Ting ignored him.

Wang Langbai's Yang Ci is a teacher, and he is naturally a protégé of the Yang family.

The grandson of the teacher is in trouble here, where can Wang Lang still sit. Ordinary wheat cakes, Yang Ting can eat them to a great extent, Wang Lang's heart is even more sour and bitter, he looked at Yang Ting, and couldn't help but say: "Eldest son, this is what you deserve, I'll take you out of here." ”

When he first entered the wolf riding camp, Yang Ting couldn't wait to follow Wang Lang immediately. At that time, he felt that as long as he could leave the ghost place of the wolf riding camp, he could do anything.

And now, Yang Ting has gradually gotten used to being here, in fact, this is quite good, at least it is much better than being a caged rich bird in Luoyang City.

Seeing that Yang Ting was unmoved, Wang Lang had no choice but to beg again: "Eldest son, you better go with me, if there is a case, how should I explain to my teacher!" Even if he dies, Lang can't escape the blame. ”

In the field, Li Feng, who went to challenge, was also thrown to the ground.

Wang Lang's 'buzzing, buzzing' preaching beside him made Yang Ting very upset, and after he swallowed the remaining wheat cakes in two or five bites, he suddenly got up and tore off the armor on his body.

Yang Ting's body is not burly, but it is very strong, especially the six solid and well-proportioned abdominal muscles in the abdomen, which are extremely eye-catching.

This was once the most famous man in Luoyang City, ignoring Wang Lang's stunned expression beside him, and shouted loudly: "Let Lao Tzu try it." ”

The soldiers in front turned their heads, and thousands of eyes fell on Yang Ting at the same time.

"Oh, it's Yang Ting, this kid, I fought with him, this kid is very good at fighting."

"Yang Ting, let them see the true strength of our wolf cavalry battalion!"

"Boy Yang, him!"

The men of the wolf cavalry camp took the initiative to make way for Yang Ting, and everyone was cheering for him.

"Sure enough, whether it's Yang Ting or Yang Boy, it sounds better than the eldest son."

The corners of Yang Ting's mouth were hooked, revealing an evil smile, and after stretching his waist, he let out a snort, and rushed to the center of the ring at the fastest speed.

At this moment, Wang Lang seemed to understand.

He looked at Yang Ting's back farther and farther away, got up, and left.