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"Boy, here you go again?" Chang Shipeng shouted. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Lan Feng was startled, and turned around to see Chang Shipeng walking towards the camp.

"General! I'm here to deliver breakfast. Blue Wind held breakfast and half-knelt in a military salute.

"Get up." Without waiting for the blue wind to rise, Chang Shipeng picked up the iron pot and strode towards the camp.

Lan Feng wanted to look back at the inside of the tent, but he was afraid that he would get into trouble, so he finally held back his curiosity and left.

Chang Shipeng returned to the camp tent and munched on breakfast to discuss Song Zijin's affairs with Xiaoxiao.

"Give me an opinion, should that kid believe it or not?" Chang Shipeng asked Xiaoxiao.

"The general should have more experience than the little girl, do you still want to ask me about this kind of thing." Xiaoxiao chewed slowly and said as she ate her breakfast.

"Give me an opinion." Chang Shipeng was a little impatient.

Xiaoxiao secretly observed Chang Shipeng's dynamics, and felt that she would definitely be furious if she contradicted him again, so she snickered and said: "You called him here, I checked his memory to know whether this person can be trusted or not." ”

Chang Shipeng stopped to eat and looked at Xiaoxiao suspiciously: "You still have this hand?" ”

Qianqian sneered: "The general will do it." ”

Chang Shipeng threw down his chopsticks and said to Xiaoxiao: "I don't want others to know about your existence, can I not meet him?" ”

Xiaoxiao was still eating breakfast and said, "Yes, just find a screen to surround me." ”

Chang Shipeng hurriedly walked out of the tent and asked his subordinates to bring a piece of white cloth from the tent.

"There is definitely no screen, put this white cloth on, and you can hide it behind the white cloth." Chang Shipeng said.

Xiaoxiao sighed, expressing her helplessness.

After a while, Chang Shipeng took Song Zijin to the camp tent, and Xiaoxiao spied on Song Zijin's memories behind the white cloth. As soon as Song Zijin sat down, he felt a cool breeze blowing, and then he was dizzy, his eyelids rolled upward, and his white eyes were exposed, looking a little terrifying.

Xiaoxiao walked out from behind the white cloth and said with a sneer: "You can carry him down, this person is credible, and the general will go out to fight." ”

Chang Shipeng was overjoyed, pulled out his sword and cut off Song Zijin's head, and Song Zijin in a coma died like this.

When Lan Feng returned to the logistics unit, it was almost noon, and as soon as he returned, he began to work and prepare lunch for the soldiers.

When Ning Tianci saw Lan Feng coming back, he came to tease Lan Feng: "It's been hard all the way. Ning Tianci smiled evilly.

"You can deliver dinner." The veteran patted Ning Tianci behind him and said.

Lan Feng looked at Ning Tianci with a smile, Ning Tianci rolled his eyes at the veteran, and went to work.

At night, when everyone had fallen asleep, Blue Wind walked out of the tent, found a small hillside and sat down, looking up to the sky in the direction of his hometown and sighing.

"Homesick?" The veteran didn't know where to appear and said a word.

Seeing that the veteran was coming, Lan Feng hurriedly got up, and the veteran pressed Lan Feng's right shoulder, signaling that Lan Feng didn't need to get up, and the veteran sat on Lan Feng's right side.

"You haven't slept yet!" Lan Feng was a little afraid of the veteran, the kind of fear that his subordinates were afraid of their superiors.

"Where's home?" The veteran looked down the hillside and said to Blue Wind.

"On the outskirts of the Later Tang Dynasty, the village has no name." Blue Wind replied.

"It's all fellow countrymen, so you don't have to be restrained." The veteran's tone was much softer than usual.

Lan Feng looked at the side face of the veteran, it was even more vicissitudes than usual, the veteran's eyes were very melancholy, and he looked like a man with a story.

"Are you also a post-Tang person?" Blue Wind asked the veteran.

"Yes! Most of the people here are post-Tang people, only a few prisoners of war from other countries, but there are very few northerners, almost all of them are from the southern part of the post-Tang dynasty. The veteran said.

"Are you a northerner?" Blue Wind asked.

"Yes, my home is in the northern suburbs of the capital, and it is also a village with no name." The veteran looked blankly in the direction of his hometown.

"Can you tell us your story?" Blue Wind asked the veteran.

The veteran smiled and glanced at Lan Feng, "Want to hear?" ”

Lan Feng smiled and nodded, and the veteran looked happy.

"I joined the army at the age of 16, when it was still the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China! I went on a northern expedition with a large army, from the Jurchen tribe in the northeast to the north by boat, and the country wanted to explore the world in the north. The veteran told Lan Feng about his experience.

"The northern part of the world? Is there still land north of the Khitan? Lan Feng asked in surprise.

"Of course, there is not only land, but also inhabitation, a country, and a civilization." The veteran lamented.

"Who are they? What is the country called? Lan Feng was a little curious.

"I don't know what the country is called, I'm just a small soldier, I just follow the troops, as for what the country is called, it's something that the commander should know. The people there are no different from us, there are wars, but they are separated from us by the vast snow-capped mountains, so they have not invaded our side. The veteran said.

"I've also heard that there is a snow-capped mountain in the northern part of Liaoguo, and there are really people behind the snow-capped mountain?" Blue Wind asked.

"The people there are aggressive by nature, and soon after we came ashore, we were attacked by a tribe, and our two thousand men were overwhelmed by their three hundred, and fled all the way to the coast, trying to escape by boat. But when we ran to the shore, our boat was robbed by the northern fishermen's tribe, with the sea in front and the pursuers behind, so we had to run south until we reached the bottom of the snowy mountains. The veteran lamented his experience.

"Did you come back from climbing the snowy mountains?" Blue Wind asked.

"Yes! What else should we do? In order to escape, we had to step into the snowy mountains. The temperature of the snow-capped mountains is as cold as a curse, and the temperature of the people living in the north is comparable to ours, but I don't know what's going on, the snow-capped mountains are so cold, the cold is biting, it is really a cold hell. The veteran let out a sigh.

"How long did it take you to climb to this side of the snowy mountain?" Blue Wind asked.

"I don't remember how long, it's been a long time anyway. After stepping on the snowy mountain, we walked all the way south, and the steep snow-capped mountain slid down many comrades, and when we climbed a snowy mountain, plus the comrades who had been killed by the northern tribes before, we only had 200 people left. The veteran said this, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"It's definitely hard to climb the snowy mountains! Do you have enough food? Blue Wind questioned.

"Of course there is not enough food, our food is all on the ship, we only have combat weapons and a little dry food on us, after climbing a snowy mountain, everyone has no dry food, in the face of cold and hunger, some comrades draw their swords and commit suicide. I can understand them killing themselves, because it was so cold, it was horrible, it was maddening, it was cold and it pierced the bones. The veteran looked at the sky and recalled that time.

"And how many snowy mountains have you climbed to get here?" Blue Wind asked.

"I remember that there were nineteen, when we climbed to the top of the nineteenth snow-capped mountain, there was still a snow-capped mountain in front of us, and there were only fifteen of us left, and when we saw the snow-capped mountains one after another in front of us, everyone was desperate, we knelt on the ground and prayed to God, to pray to the Bodhisattva, to pray to the gods of the land, to pray to all kinds of gods, but there was no god to answer us, no matter how sincerely we prayed, our bodies were still in the cold ice hell." The veteran was already in tears, and his voice was shaking.

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