The story of Princess Xiatang's counterattack

Chapter 339 Can't Stop At All
Chapter 339 Can't Stop At All
"Are you Brother Qin's son?" Ji Minghui said in disbelief. He said that he always felt that this child had a kind face, but he turned out to be the son of an old acquaintance.

"En." Qin Yong nodded, then lowered his head and remained silent, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

Ji Minghui didn't feel anything wrong yet, immersed in the surprise of meeting an acquaintance, he smiled and patted Qin Yong's shoulder, "How is it, is your father okay?"

"Father..." Qin Yong lowered his head and whispered, "He passed away years ago."

"What?" Ji Minghui felt unbelievable, "How could it be? He was alright from such a serious injury back then?"

At that time, Qin Zheng dragged down the leader of the enemy army with his own strength, and he was beaten into a coma and did not let go. After the battle of Yuyang was over, the king of war personally brought military doctors to Wei Qin Zheng for treatment.

With such a serious injury, no one thought that he could not be saved.

Who would have thought that he would miraculously wake up in the end, and slowly recover like an ordinary person.

How could such a person pass away?
Qin Yong raised his head and held back the tears in his eyes. His father said that a man only bleeds but not tears. He always kept in mind that except for the time when his father died, he cried hard, and he never shed tears again.

Seeing Qin Yong's appearance, Ji Minghui couldn't help but feel a little sad. It seems that he asked too much and touched the child's sadness.

Patting Qin Yong's shoulder comfortingly, Ji Minghui said solemnly, "Don't think about the past, now that I'm here, you just follow me, we will be brothers from now on!"

Qin Yong nodded with red eyes, his heart was so sad that he couldn't breathe, "Brother, forgive me, I'll go to the latrine first, and I'll be back in a while."

After finishing speaking, he ran out without waiting for Ji Minghui to respond.

How could the people in the barracks not understand that the child probably cried secretly.

Look at others and then look at yourself.

Obviously, there are still parents with healthy hands and feet, but they can't compare with a child.

Ji Minghui's face was serious, and he said in a deep voice, "From tomorrow, get up at the beginning of Maoshi, and resume the usual training. When Xiaoyong comes back, we will come back at any time. Can you do it!"

"Yes!" The loud and orderly response echoed in the nineteenth barracks. They seemed to have made up their minds that they would correct their identities at any time.

Qin Yong cried for a while outside alone. His mother passed away in his early years, and he grew up with his father in the military camp.

His father taught him a lot. In fact, after the Battle of Yuyang, his father's injuries were not completely healed. He just relied on his inhuman willpower to make himself like an ordinary person.

Others don't know it, but he knows it. His father often suffers from the pain and can't sleep at night. The painful cry is the sound he often hears at night.

But he didn't dare to say a word, he knew his father's strength, and he didn't want others to know that he hadn't recovered yet.

What my father loves most is the school field and the battlefield. If others know that he has internal injuries that have not healed, so that he cannot go to the battlefield and can only support from the rear, it will be more painful than killing him.

Therefore, Qin Yong pretended not to know anything, and could only do his best to make his father suffer less.

Finally, a year later, my father's illness broke out in an all-round way, and the previously hidden illness was completely exposed to the public, and it was getting worse at an uncontrollable speed.

Within three months, my father passed away.

On the eve of his departure, Qin Zheng probably feared that his son would be too sad, or that he would never recover from it, so he called Qin Yong to the bedside.

Three requirements were put forward for Qin Yong: first, he was not allowed to cry at any time; second, he must make achievements on the battlefield;

In fact, apart from the first of Qin Yong's ability to fulfill these three requirements of Qin Zheng, it is not easy to achieve the remaining two.

Especially the third one, the Fuhu Battalion is directly led by Zhan Wang, and Mo Yao, Mo Yang, Mo Bai, and Mo Yun are major generals under his command and directly lead the four teams.

According to reliable estimates, there are no more than ten people in each team.

There are screenings every year, but there are very few who can pass the screening.

It is conceivable that Qin Zheng made such a request at the time just to let Qin Yong have the goal of living.

I want him to live well.

Qin Yong didn't want to agree, but Qin Zheng threatened that he would die if he didn't agree, so Qin Yong had no choice but to agree.

So even though three years had passed, Qin Yong never dared to forget the promise he had made to his father.

He was born to belong to the military camp in this life, and he will naturally belong to the battlefield in the future. He must be the pride of his father, even though his father has passed away, but he believes that his father must be watching him somewhere in the sky.

Qin Yong wiped away his tears, took a few deep breaths, and then ran to the river to wash his face. He tried his best to take a picture, making sure that no one could see that he had cried, and then he got up and went back to the barracks.

Ji Minghui was quite satisfied with the performance of the people in the [-]th barracks. Qin Yong is a strong kid, and he definitely doesn't want to see sympathetic eyes or words of concern from others.

What to do in the past, what to do now, as if nothing happened, so that he can completely relax.

The people in the [-]th barracks were still the same as usual, but when Qin Yong came back, they brought him into their circle intentionally or unintentionally, and adjusted his mood with funny words.

Qin Yong was grateful in his heart, he must have been more lively in the past, the atmosphere in the [-]th barracks was very happy.

Since that day, the people in the [-]th barracks have resumed their previous training, and they don't need to be supervised by anyone.

As the eldest brother and the team leader, Ji Minghui took on the task of organizing the training. The training that should be done every day is not missing, and it is even more stringent than before.

Qin Yong has been in the military camp since he was a child. He also loves to think about it. He has his own experience about training. help.

Ji Minghui was overjoyed. Sure enough, this child is a soldier. With the combination of old and new ideas, he can train with ease and get twice the result with half the effort.

They were doing regular training here, and other soldiers who should have received the letter came to watch with small horses.

Who knows how to train in a place like their southwest border?

It's such a joy to have a group of people doing such stupid things.

Brainstormed a game, betting how long these people in the [-]th barracks would not be able to hold on.

As the game unfolded, everyone placed bets one after another. There were those who gambled for a few days, but without exception, they did not exceed ten days.

The gambler set the odds ratio very skillfully, and the more he accompanied him, he gritted his teeth and gambled for fifteen days.

As a result, day after day passed, the people in the nineteenth barracks were like tireless machines, unable to stop at all.

Even when they are doing exercises, the soldiers next to them look at them like idiots, whisper to each other, laugh, or yell, they can do their own training without distraction. interference.

(End of this chapter)