Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 782 Busy Xu Yu

The sun rose from the horizon and gradually climbed into the sky.

All the living things around seemed to start to regain their vitality and become active again.

In a place more than ten miles south of Zhenlin, about a thousand infantry were cooking in a pot buried in a mountain depression. The steaming mist of porridge mixed with the morning dew filled the entire camp.

This is a camp hidden on the back of the mountain. Unlike ordinary camps, this camp does not seek danger, but only concealment. Therefore, many tents are even scattered among the rocks, and some are even covered with branches and grass. If it is not close, it is not easy to notice that there is a camp here.

Xu Yu pushed away the front of the tent, the tangle of branches and grass frames used to hide the tent, got out, stretched a big lazy waist, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes squeezed out by yawning, and sucked his nose, I found a small stream not far away, squatted down and snorted holding the cold stream water to wash my face, and then I was fully awake.

Xu Yu shook his head, and his neck made rattling noises. He didn't sleep well last night, so now he still feels a little groggy.

Strictly speaking, it's not just last night, Xu Yu didn't sleep much during this period of time. Ever since he took over this drudgery, he hasn't been able to sleep soundly. I said to myself, "Your eldest brother is so brave..."

It made Xu Yu himself very embarrassed.

But Xu Yu knew that this was exactly the effect Xu Huang wanted to achieve.

Eldest brother Xu Huang is still young, and his seniority in the army is not long. He just took this opportunity to establish the rules for ordinary people in the army. Who told him to come to his door?

Not taking heavy responsibility on the spot is already saving a little bit of sympathy. Now that I let myself take on such a task, although it is hard work, it can be regarded as a death penalty, and a living crime is inevitable...

"Xu Junhou, which flag do you think you are going to fly today?" Qu Zhang, Xu Yu's subordinate, brought the early preserved meal and asked.

In the Han Dynasty, the sun rises early and the sunset eats late, two meals a day, and the soldiers are no exception, but because both marching and fighting are labor-intensive tasks, the meals of soldiers are standard compared to ordinary people. It's much higher, at least the middle of the rice bowl is thick, a bowl is full, and there are some wild vegetables and shredded bacon, unlike some farmers, it is purely a pot of soup, and the dry ones have to be fished out for heavy labor. And the wife and children drink the soup that seems to be able to reflect the figure.

"...Yesterday was the horse flag, and the day before yesterday were we flying the Zhao flag or the Zhang flag?" Xu Yu said with some uncertainty as he took over the job.

This can't be blamed on Xu Yu. There are too many banners these days, and they change every day. Now I don't sleep well, and I still feel a little groggy, and my brain hasn't fully mobilized yet.

"...This... seems to be..." Qu Chang was not sure.

Xu Yu tilted his head slightly, blinked his eyes, tried to recall, and said, "Let's fly the Zhang Ziqi today. The day before yesterday, it seemed that Zhao Zi was used..."

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"Come on, come on, guess which banner Xu Junhou will play today..."

In a tent near the gate of the Zhenlin Daying Camp, a few soldiers who had not yet had their turn to be on duty finished their breakfast, and then got together and opened a handicap.

For soldiers who would lose their heads at any time on the battlefield, gambling was the only entertainment in the army.

Although the general knows, as long as it is not the kind of gambling that affects military discipline, such as gambling with an open fire in the tent after the curfew, and such a few people get together and gamble with a small amount of money, it is basically not too bad. Tube.

Even among the gentry, Liubo dramas were popular, and some people were appointed high officials because of their proficiency in Liubo.Chen Sui, a native of Duling, was a good friend of Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty when he was a commoner. He often played Liubo with the impoverished great-grandson of the emperor. I don't know whether it was because of his poor gaming skills or other reasons. He lost a lot of money to Liu Xun.

Later, when Liu Xun became emperor, he immediately appointed Chen Sui as an official. In the imperial edict appointing him Taiyuan prefect, he blatantly stated: "The Taiyuan prefect is respected and rich, so I can compensate you for the gambling debt you lost back then..."

"It's definitely not a horse-shaped flag! I just used a horse-shaped flag yesterday..."

"Zhao Ziqi! I bet on Zhao Ziqi, the Zhang Ziqi was used the day before yesterday, so it should be the turn to use Zhao Ziqi today!"

"Cut, Nizuo is a melon rind, Xu Junhou used it randomly and squeezed it, Ni thought it was his turn..."

The old chief in the tent smiled and neither spoke nor refuted, took a small wooden sign, and used a knife to write down the bets of the soldiers one by one, then read it again, then put it in his arms, and said : "Okay, it's almost time for us to take turns, take the guy and go!"

Yishi people walked to the front of the camp, just in time for the shift, and changed guards with the camp guards. A few with good eyes climbed up the tall camp tower, while the others were guarding the camp gate. Near the winch...

Of course, the main person in charge of the camp gate is not the old Shizhang, but a Qu Zhang. The opening and closing of the camp gate and whether to ring the alarm gong are all decided by the Qu Zhang on duty.

"Come on! Come on! Xu Junhou come on!" the person above the battalion whistle shouted down.

A vast expanse of yellow dust rises in the distance, and a few high flags loom among the billowing yellow dust.

"What kind of flag are you holding?"

"...I can't see clearly, wait a little longer, I am anxious..."

"I see! It's a Zhang Ziqi! It's a Zhang Ziqi!" A soldier on the battalion sentry who pressed the Zhang Zi laughed, and then shouted to the bottom.

Suddenly there were a few low cheers and a few sighs...

As they got closer, Xu Yu arrived in front of the camp and saw the head of the old man sticking out of the wall, and said with a smile, "Old Zhang, it's your turn to guard the camp gate today?"

"Yes! Thanks to the Marquis Jun..." Lao Shichang responded with a smile.

"Thanks to me?" Xu Yu couldn't react for a while, what does this mean?

Qu Chang, who was on duty at the camp gate, saw that Xu Yu was indeed correct, so he gave the order to open the camp gate.

While leading the people, the old Shichang pushed the heavy winch of the camp gate vigorously, and at the same time shouted: "One two, work harder... One two, the military lord is back... One two, it doesn't matter if you win or lose." ... One or two, tomorrow I'm going through the book..."

"..."

Xu Yu under the camp gate shook his head speechlessly.

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And just when Xu Yu entered the Zhenlin camp with his infantry, several Xianbei scouts walked down from the bushes of a small soil bag about ten miles away from the Zhenlin camp, and slowly retreated down the soil bag. He half bent his waist and ran back under the cover of the soil bag, and joined two or three other Xianbei scouts who were guarding the horses behind a bush, then got on his horse, and headed north to the Xianbei camp...

　I'm old, my body is failing...

　　My memory is bad...

　　What should I do……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)