Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 132
The sound of the horn interrupted Wang Wenzuo's thoughts. He frowned and looked around where the sound came from. He saw that the banner of the Silla Central Army had stopped moving. Could it be that there was some accident?
"Lieutenant Wang!" Silla Hwarang, who served as the liaison officer, said in blunt Chinese: "It should be ordered to camp and rest!"

"But it's still early!"

"It's not far from Pyongyang now. Camp earlier, let the soldiers eat and rest well, so that we can deal with accidents tomorrow!"

"That's good!" Wang Wenzuo nodded, and Jin Ren asked if this kind of war king's grandson is really different. Such trivial details between the military and brigade are not mentioned in military books. You can only get it by yourself in the military. , obviously grew up rolling on the blade since he was a child, no wonder the emperor of Tang Dynasty valued him so much and let him lead the way.

"I understand, please tell us about the military camp!"

A skinned goat was twirling on a grill over the crackling campfire, dripping fat and smelling delicious.

"It would be great if I had another bottle of good wine!" He Bayong said, licking his lips.

"Would you like another orchid to accompany you?" Cui Hongdu sat cross-legged by the fire, waxing his bowstring. If someone else takes care of it, then he is not far from death.

"Pyongyang is only fifty or sixty miles away, and there are eyes of Goguryeo people everywhere!" Wang Wenzuo cut a small piece of meat from the back of the sheep, stuffed it into his mouth to check the heat, chewed it twice and swallowed it: "It's almost heat , turn around, forget about the wine, tonight the three of us will take turns to check the sentry, I will choose the last class, how do you two divide?"

"I'll be on the second shift!" Cui Hongdu turned the grill carefully so that the goats would be heated evenly: "He Ba should be on the first shift. I'm afraid he will fall asleep in the middle shift!"

"Nonsense, when did I doze off?" He Bayong: "Is the meat cooked? I'm starving to death!"

"Wait a little longer, well, it's almost done now!" Cui Hongdu took the goat off the fire, began to cut off the meat piece by piece, and put them on a large wooden plate. After cutting enough meat for three people, , and the rest of the skeleton was taken away by the soldiers on the side, it belonged to them.He Bayong swallowed a piece of mutton, and suddenly laughed: "It's better to come out with Sanlang, at least the stomach is rounded, Shen Faseng and the others stayed in Sibi City, and now they are probably eating mice again!"

"So much mutton still can't fill your mouth?" Cui Hongdu picked up a piece of mutton and threw it to He Bayong, his voice became low and deep: "Sanlang, do you think what He Ba said makes sense?"

Wang Wenzuo didn't speak. He cut the mutton on his plate into small pieces with great effort, which was easier to swallow. Cui Hongdu waited patiently until Wang Wenzuo finally finished his work.

"He Ba's words are too much!" Wang Wenzuo paused for a moment: "But he is right in saying that the situation of Liu Shijun and the others in Sibi City is not optimistic!"

"It must have been fine before we left, right?"

"After a hard battle, Rencuncheng was not captured! Japanese people came to help, what do you think the Baekje thieves will think?" Wang Wenzuo snorted coldly: "Let's put it this way, for the Baekje people, we are bandits from afar. Nine out of ten are trying to drive us away and beheaded. It’s just that some people dare to do it, and some people dare not. There are mountains and cities everywhere here, and it’s impossible for us to kill all Baekje people. The best way is to kill or capture the head of the canal, cut off its wrongdoing, and then treat the remaining people with benevolence. But now the thieves are guarding their lair, and the Japanese are coming to help, the Baekje people only have the idea of ​​​​resisting It will be more prosperous."

"Sanlang, then you mean Sibi City—"

"It should not be a big problem to defend Sibi City, but the war will definitely be delayed. After the Japanese appear, some villages that were originally attached to us will swing back. The key to the current war is Pyongyang. If Pyongyang City can be captured this time, After defeating Goguryeo, it is estimated that most of the Baekje rebels will surrender without a fight."

"Then what if we can't attack this time?" He Bayong interrupted.

Wang Wenzuo smiled, but did not answer. He pointed to the mutton on the plate: "The meat is cold, let's eat first!"

He Bayong and Cui Hongdu exchanged glances, and the two who usually quarreled the most stopped talking at this time, and buried their heads in eating meat.

When Wang Wenzuo woke up, it was still early in the morning. He put on his cloak and walked out of the military tent. There was darkness around him. His breath condensed into frost in the air. , There was a light crackling sound when I stepped on it, a few weeds were struggling to get out from the gaps in the rocks, and there were a few pale lichens from time to time. I actually wanted to bleed for this kind of ghost place, Wang Wenzuo couldn't help showing a wry smile.

The sentinel stood on a high place with a spear in hand, and there was silence all around, and the sound of dripping water could even be heard. Wang Wenzuo tightened his cloak tightly. North Korea was bitterly cold in December, but it must be colder in the underworld, after all, there is no Sunlight.

"Captain!" The sentinel found Wang Wenzuo, and hurriedly intervened to salute Wang Wenzuo. Wang Wenzuo waved his hand: "How is it, is there any movement?"

"No!" The sentinel said with a smile, "Don't worry, Lieutenant, I'm a veteran. I followed the late emperor to go to war in Goguryeo. I know the severity, and I will never lose my mind and doze off!"

"Okay, okay!" Wang Wenzuo noticed that the sentry had a beard on his face and his left little finger was missing, so he asked, "How old are you this year?"

"I'm a foreigner, so I'm already 35 years old this year!"

"Are you 35?" Wang Wenzuo was taken aback. According to the rules of the military system, veterans of this age usually only undertake the task of defense. Need to run a family business and raise children.

"No way!" The old soldier showed a wry smile: "There is really no one in the Fufang where I live, so we old guys can only be conscripted. Over the years, the number of soldiers has been too frequent, and only ten children can come back from the expedition. There are three or four, it's really—" At this point, he remembered that he was in front of him, and he quickly bent his knees: "Lieutenant, the villain is too talkative, please forgive me!"

"You are telling the truth, there is no need to apologize!" Wang Wenzuo supported the veteran: "But even if it is the truth, you should be more careful next time, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes!" The veteran nodded again and again: "Thank you, Captain, for your kindness!"

Wang Wenzuo patted the veteran on the shoulder and walked to the next sentry post, "Only three or four out of ten children will come back from the expedition!" This sentence of the veteran has been lingering in his heart, lingering, he will belong to that "Three out of ten"?

(End of this chapter)