Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 34

"Then you won't take revenge? You won't save your benefactor?"

Yang Feng raised his head suddenly, looking straight into Qing Xia's eyes.Inside, there are puzzled undercurrents slowly surging.

"Listen to me, I have my own solution, and I don't want to burden you."

"My position is humble, I have no power or power, and I can't help if I want to. I will do what I can. You think too much." Yang Feng stood up suddenly, with a clatter, his armor clanked, and he walked out go.

"Where are you going?" Qing Xia raised her voice.

"I was punished to be a guard, have you forgotten?"

The man's figure gradually disappeared into the dark night, Qing Xia stood slumped in place, raised his head, but didn't know what he was doing.

A lamp is like a bean, the night wind is very cold, when the curtain is lifted, Qing Xia can't help shivering.

Yang Feng returned late at night, and his black iron armor was as cold as ice.Qing Xia is curled up in the felt, she has already taken off her beard at this moment, revealing her white chin, her petite body is covered under the military uniform, she looks as elegant and refined as a lotus flower out of water.

Yang Feng's movements couldn't help being stagnant, he carefully took off his armor, tried not to make a sound, saw that Qingxia didn't respond, then walked to the brazier with confidence, added some charcoal fire, and sat down next to the brazier.

The night in the barracks seems to be so quiet, and the long tune hummed by the deep voice of the soldiers echoes from time to time in the silent cold wind. It sounds like a Mongolian long tune, but it also has a unique sense of sadness that belongs to the soldiers.

Yang Feng took out a copper wine jug from his waist, and poured it down with his head raised. The clear and mellow wine flowed from the corner of his mouth, and slowly flowed into his neck. Under the light, his bronze skin glowed. With a healthy glow.His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his sword-like brows were tightly frowned, and he held a silver spear in his hand.Yang Feng poured the spirits one mouthful at a time, stirring the red charcoal from time to time.

It was as warm as spring in the tent, but there was a strong wind blowing outside. From time to time, a soldier's long tune came from afar.

It was a tune passed down from generation to generation in Southern Chu, and the lyrics in it were sung in the southern dialect.The tune was a little out of tune, but Yang Feng could still hear it. This song was about a man who went out to fight on horseback, and he had been away for ten years.Ten years later, all his comrades who fought with him died, but he himself became a general, but when he returned home, his wife had left with others, and his father and son had long starved to death. In the deserted and deserted courtyard, listening to the cries of lone geese in the sky, I cried for the first time.

A general dies in a hundred battles, and a strong man returns after ten years.An ordinary person, who is willing to fight.

He raised his head and took another sip of wine, Yang Feng closed his eyes slightly, leaned against the pillar of the tent, leaned on a gun in one hand, and hung down his side with the other, the wine still in the jug flowed down his wrist When it came out, it was evaporated when it was heated by the charcoal fire, and the whole room was full of strong alcohol smell.

He has never been a good drinker, and he would get drunk after a little.

There was silence all around, only the raging charcoal fire was burning hot, making crackling sounds from time to time.Qing Xia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally closed slowly, with a trace of tiredness weighing heavily on her heart.

The night is getting darker.

Early the next morning, he was called up early for military training, and followed Yang Feng who didn't say a word to the dining hall, seeing the spectacular scene of thousands of people gathering together for dinner, Qing Xia was really shocked.

The movement was a little slower, and there were only leftovers left, Yang Feng calmly allocated all his share to Qing Xia, only ate a few mouthfuls, and went to the teaching ground.

Ancient military training is nothing more than this, constantly running to change formations, and then chopping against wooden stakes.Yang Feng looked at Qing Xia worriedly many times, ready to help her cover up at any time.But I didn't expect that this woman was not as delicate as I imagined. She ran and slashed behind a group of men. Although she was panting slightly and her face was a little pale, she didn't fall down.

On the other hand, Qing Xia was very depressed, her body really wasn't good enough, if it was another person, this kind of training would be a piece of cake, how could it be like this, panting like a donkey.

After formation training comes equestrian training. Nanchu's equestrian training is quite special, it is actually a polo competition.

That is, the whole team is divided into 100 teams, a team of [-] people, riding on a horse, using a thick stick to fight for a polo, and if they grab it, they will hit a fixed hole, and if they hit it, they will get a point. , It is similar to modern football.It's just that here is riding on a horse, and there are a lot of people, and there is no restriction on fouls, so it will be relatively difficult and dangerous.

Qing Xia looked at the wooden stick that was as high as her shoulders, and felt dizzy for a while, she was nimble and agile, but it didn't mean she had the strength comparable to a man.

At this time, Yang Feng suddenly walked up to Qing Xia, and said to her in a deep voice: "Later, follow me."

"Understood." Qing Xia replied sullenly, and had to admit that she was really not good at this.

With the sound of gongs and drums, 2000 people galloped their horses at the same time, and the yellow sand swept up all over the sky. Before Qing Xia could get ready while sitting on the horse, Yang Feng pulled the reins straight.The war horse let out a long roar, and galloped away excitedly, Qing Xia's body immediately fell back, and he was about to fall off the horse.

"Be careful!" Yang Feng seemed to have eyes behind him, and the whip in his hand immediately rolled over, wrapped around Qing Xia's waist, and pulled her back to the horse steadily.

"Hold the horse's neck!" Yang Feng yelled at Qing Xia while riding the horse.Qing Xia hugged the horse's neck obediently, trying to find balance.

In the rolling yellow sand, 2000 people came and went, a piece of dust was flying, and there were noisy voices and vulgar curses from soldiers everywhere.In this equestrian training, the big sticks in the hands of the soldiers have no restrictions at all except that they cannot hit the horse's legs. Therefore, many soldiers will see blood on their bodies in a short time. If everyone is not wearing heavy armor, they may soon There are people who die.

Under the flying wooden sticks, Qingxia couldn't help feeling dizzy. She can perfectly drive cars, airplanes, submarines, and warships. If conditions permit, she even has the confidence to drive away an aircraft carrier. However, she could only tightly strangle the neck of the mad horse like a koala.

"Yang Feng! Catch it!" The bearded man Hong suddenly yelled, and with a wave of his stick, he not only slapped aside a soldier who was trying to sneak up on him, but also hit the polo high with his stick, towards Yang Feng. Flying in the direction of!
Everyone turned their horses' heads in an instant, and ran towards Qing Xia and Yang Feng. Qing Xia was held by Yang Feng's horse's head, and there was no chance of escaping at all. He could only watch Wu Yangyang's crowd rushing madly, and the dust in the sky choked his mouth and nose , Countless big sticks hit the two of them head-on, as if desperately.

Qing Xia's eyes widened, her pale face became even whiter, such brutal training was simply unreasonable, and in a crisis, she no longer cared about the frenzied war horses below, a small grabber, nimbly grabbed the clothes of the soldier closest to her. Collar, turned around, and the powder fist hit the opponent's nose and mouth.That man never thought that this small soldier who looked like a small soldier was so tricky, and Qing Xia knocked him off his horse with a single careless punch. He was rumbled, and his armor was clanging. Several other soldiers who approached were kicked off their horses.

"Xiao Xia! Well done!" Hong Dayuan, who was outside the crowd, roared, suddenly raised his whip, and led several soldiers from the first team to rush forward frantically.

Yang Feng waved a big stick up and down like a dragon.In an instant, the soldiers who were close to him were beaten down in pieces to make way, Yang Feng flicked his whip, and with Qing Xia shouted, he raised his voice and said: "Xiao Xia, follow me!" , He broke out of the encirclement in a flash.At this time, the polo had just landed.

The wooden stick was swung out in an instant, Yang Feng swung it vigorously, and the black polo instantly drew a winding trace in mid-air, and fell into the ball frame with incomparable precision.

"Haha! Let's go in!" The skyrocketing applause immediately rang out, drowning out Qing Xia's applause.This was the first goal of the game, Hong Dayuan laughed loudly and said: "Yang Feng, you got it!"

Qing Xia was also immediately overjoyed, the nervousness and fear just now disappeared, and she hugged the horse's neck happily.

Yang Feng turned around, smiled slightly at the crowd, looked at Qing Xia who was wearing a fake beard and tensed his forehead, his face was painted black, and he didn't even look alike, yesterday's boredom disappeared.

"Boy! Don't be complacent, let's have another match!" someone shouted unconvinced in the crowd.

Sitting on the horse, Qing Xia looked very proud, turned her head, and raised her voice and said: "Compare! I'm afraid of you!"

"Haha! That's right! I'll convince you guys to lose!" Hong Dayuan said with a smile, taking advantage of his seniority in the army: "Yang Feng, show your tricks and show these turtles! "

Dust flew up all over the sky again, Qingxia followed Yang Feng, galloped wildly, swung a big stick impenetrably, her small body followed Yang Feng into the crowd like a sharp knife.The curtain of the large tent of the Chinese army facing the Eighteenth Teaching Field was slowly lowered, and Chu Li stood at the door with a calm expression, and said to Xu Quan, the personal guard behind him: "Go and find out the identity of that person, give me a job at night." A detailed profile."

"Yes," Xu Quan agreed, and then asked doubtfully, "Is your Highness talking about the little corporal leader who contradicted you yesterday?"

"En," Chu Li hummed lightly, and then said, "If this person comes from a young and white background, he should be a talented person. If there is no problem, let him be transferred to the Black Clothes Guard."

The guard in black?Xu Quan's expression was shocked, and then he said in a deep voice: "This subordinate obeys orders."

(End of this chapter)