Chu Ziling closed the roster in front of him, his face was not good-looking.
He has been in the Xiaoqi Camp for two months, and on the first day he entered the Xiaoqi Camp, he received an order from General Shi, and immediately set off to buy horses along the way. The more the better, the camp in a border town. Rest and rest.
Although there was no war in the barracks, it was not relaxing either.
Every day when Chu Ziling opened his eyes, he had to be busy until it was dark. There were endless military chores, and he also arranged to train horses, which made him smell like horse manure.
Even if the residents near the camp lost a donkey, they would come to the camp to make a fuss, insisting that the Beifu Army had taken it away.
Just dealing with these naked people is enough to make Chu Ziling devastated.
No matter how thoughtful and tactful he is, he has dealt with nobles and celebrities for more than ten years, and those refugees who deliberately come to ask for food will not listen to his tricks.
And what made him even more unbearable was...
"... Chu joined the army."
Another soldier surnamed Cen opened the tent and shouted to Chu Ziling, who was counting the horses: "There are not enough ink ingots in the tent, get some."
A cavalry battalion is often equipped with several soldiers with different responsibilities. Some enter accounts and discuss affairs, praise painting strategies; some arrange food and grass, in charge of miscellaneous affairs; some write books, play good and evil, etc.
When Chu Ziling was first appointed, he was shocked.
He always thought that everyone called him "deputy general", and he already lived up to his name. Who would have thought that when the foam dissipated, he was still a penniless servant.
And when he regained his energy and thought that he would at least become a Mubin to join the army, the black tower big Han Lu Dayuan, who had refused him to join the Beifu Army in the past, and now inexplicably became his immediate boss, even arranged for him to be a counselor in charge of chores!
He had personally heard Lu Dayuan say to the chief writer who persuaded him to take care of himself to join the army: "Yes, it is true that he, Chu Ziling, is a popular man in front of the major general, but he is new here and doesn't know the core military affairs of our Xiaoqi battalion, let him Come to give pointers, isn't it just a blind man touching an elephant, what can he figure out? Besides, he used to do chores beside the major general, so it's not bad to start from familiar things. I understand that it will not be too late to mention it when the time comes.”
Every word is right, but every word is disgusting.
Chu Ziling swallowed his resentment, made a sloppy smile, and turned around to get the ink ingot.
Along the way, junior officers kept asking him for chores, whether it was when to collect food next time, or the patrol team caught a suspected spy and where he was going to be detained.
It was not until he entered the military tent where the sundries were stored that he had a brief silence.
Chu Ziling didn't even want to go out after quickly fetching one of the inferior ink ingots among the dry debris.
He sat down in the tent, holding his head, still full of inquiries like "Chu joins the army" and "Chu joins the army".
Chu Ziling buried his face in his palm and cursed silently.
Chu Ziling left Shi Tingyun, and it has been more than three months since he went to this edge town to drink the wind and drink the sand.
He no longer has a small kitchen shared with the son, no clothes that can be changed every day, no separate sheepskin tent, and even needs the same one used by another soldier in the army, cultivated in the main and several main cities. All the confidants cut off contact with him.
The son did not explain to anyone, and he should take more care of Chu Ziling.
This is indeed Shi Tingyun's temperament, acting unrestrainedly. If his mother-in-law explained this and told that, it would not match his behavior.
But Chu Ziling has tasted what it means to worship high and step low in these short two months.
A person with an upright nature like Lu Dayuan would not care about the son's love for him at all, and would treat him like an ordinary soldier who joins the army; while those who were interested in slapping horses would curry favor with him for a while, but found that Shi Tingyun did not take care of Chu Ziling. The meaning of this, he suspected that he had offended the son, so he was actually surrendered by Mingsheng and thrown into this corner to do hard work, and gradually alienated him.
Fortunately, he brought the homing pigeon with a little ash on its neck.
After calming down, Chu Ziling took out two pieces of letter paper from his arms, lay between a pile of wooden boxes, took out a bald pen, and continued to write.
The letter between him and Nanjiang must not be broken.
"Lord Aisha, Ziling hasn't written a book and made a statement this month, so I'm here to pray and plead guilty. General Wu Yichun died unexpectedly, which is not my wish, pray..."
After writing this, Chu Ziling angrily put down his pen, and irritably drew a large fork dripping with ink on the paper, then rubbed the paper violently and stuffed it into his mouth.
This hero, he should really hold his breath!
In the Battle of Fusui, he just killed a sloppy general who wanted to escape. It was not a great achievement in the Central Plains, and getting a position in the army was indeed a great reward.
But in Southern Border's view, they lost Fusui and Weiling this time in a row, more than 10,000 combat power was lost, and a large amount of food and forage fell directly into the hands of the Beifu army, and "Chu Ziling" became famous after this war. , as if the success of this battle was all on his own.
More importantly, this battle was indeed caused by a letter he sent to Southern Border!
If it wasn't for him to tip off the news, the little Fusui was surrounded by the siege, and he would never enter a Weiling and a whole grain transport army.
The black and white words were there, and he, Chu Ziling, couldn't explain it clearly. When he sorted out the whole thing, it was as if he was cooperating from the inside and the outside, and wanted to help the Beifu army plan the southern border.
In the past, he cooperated with Nanjiang, and he prided himself on the status of a prince. He never had the superiority of controlling the overall situation. Now that such a thing happened, he felt guilty himself. He was a head shorter, and when he read it, he felt like a slave, and his heart was very angry.
And the failure to return the letter he promised in the past made him sleepless.
How will the southern border see itself
Will they still believe in themselves
But at that time, the situation was urgent, and Wu Yichun was timid and fearful, so he might not have recruited himself to survive.
If you don't kill Wu Yichun, he will die!
Chu Ziling was upset, so he put down his pen, picked up the ink stick, got up and walked out of the tent, planning to choose the words carefully and write another letter.
It took him nearly ten years to win the trust of the Southern Border people with great difficulty, and he can't fall short like this!
After leaving the camp, he just bumped into Lu Dayuan's adjutant head-on.
Chu Ziling thought about what was on his mind, and only nodded slightly to the adjutant, and Quan Dang greeted him, and immediately walked away.
The adjutant was a little surprised.
Three months ago, when he first saw Chu Ziling, he was clearly still a rather energetic young man.
At first, the adjutant had a very good impression of Chu Ziling.
He originally thought that at the age of Chu Ziling, he personally shot and killed a southern border general, not to mention arrogance and arrogance, he should be proud of the spring breeze, but when he saw him, the adjutant found that his expression was not very happy, and he frowned from time to time. He also doesn't like to hear others brag about his achievements. He should be a humble person.
In just three months, the wind and sand on the border and the rough diet had made him rough, causing blisters to form at the corners of his mouth. The corners of his lips swelled up again, and a new mouth sore appeared brightly.
He is very preoccupied and does not like to talk to others, which is not very consistent with the rumored talkativeness and laughter.
Zhan Yuan's adjutant was notoriously soft-hearted. He shook his head and thought, I heard that Chu Shenjun grew up with the son since he was a child. I'm afraid he has never been separated for such a long time.
Moreover, he was used to eating good rice and noodles and living in good tents, and suddenly he fell on the border where birds don't shit.
Thinking of this, he stopped Chu Ziling: "Ziling, come here."
Chu Ziling turned around.
The adjutant pulled him aside: "It's not asking you to work, it's a good thing. The news just came from above that there is a battle in our Xiaoqi battalion."
Irregular diet and depression, Chu Ziling developed a mouth full of blood blisters and ulcers. After a few days, he finally wrote a letter and put the pigeon into the wind and sand.
a few days later.
The letter was tossed around several times, and then spread out on Pasha's desk.
A pair of green eyes stared at the yellowed stationery, with gloomy pupils, unable to see what their master was thinking.
Pasha's lieutenant was extremely impatient: "General! Do you still believe his nonsense?! My uncle and General Wu died tragically one after another, isn't it enough to wake you up?"
Pasha said coldly, "Death in battle? Wu Yichun was obviously stupid."
He pointed to the top of the stationery and said to himself, "...Why did he still write to Aisha? Doesn't he know that Aisha is dead?"
The lieutenant only felt his head was as big as a fight: "General, forgive your offense, your subordinates really don't know, why do you have such trust in that Chu Ziling?!"
"People say that I killed pigs in my last life, and I teach in this life; I think I killed pigs in my last life and taught pigs in this life." Pasha said, "If you don't know, just shut up. I don't have to explain my thoughts to you."
The lieutenant had to reluctantly shut his mouth for a moment.
After a while, he still couldn't help himself and rushed out: "Then do you want to listen to the words of that surname Chu and withdraw from Guining?"
Pasha sneered and asked: "Do you really believe that the Beifu army dares to raise a large army and cross the river to attack Guining?"
The lieutenant was slightly surprised: "You..."
"The Beifu army is attacking Guining? It's a joke, Guining has natural dangers and is separated from the Beifu army by a Cangjiang River. It is one of the frontiers of General Timur. Regardless of whether the Beifu army has the guts to fight us head-on, if we avoid it Its sharp edge, retreat before the battle, how should I explain it to General Timur?"
"But what Chu Ziling said in the letter is very clear..."
Seeing Pasha so determined, the lieutenant became uneasy: "... Said that the little thing with the surname Shi has a secret strategy, will cross the river at night to seize the city, and has set a reward for your head in advance..."
One hundred gold, a string of specialty products of Cangjiang Shoal.
This reward sounds really exciting.
"Ha." Pasha wasn't angry, "Little Shuzi, it's just a matter of words."
The lieutenant said: "Then Chu Ziling suggested very carefully, telling us to avoid his edge, retreat to Daocheng on the east side, join with General Suo, make a gap, and form a pocket formation, so that the clouds and the clouds will be empty at that time. Then take the opportunity to join forces with General Keka on the west side, echoing from east to west, and strangle the Beifu army..."
Pasha's green eyes blinked slyly: "Let me ask you, what if the Beifu army wasn't coming at me?"
"We, General Keka of Changling and General Suo of Daocheng, have formed a shape of mutual protection. Changling and Guining are two hundred miles away, and Guining is a hundred miles away from Daocheng. It is an iron barrel. However, if the Beifu army is going for the kataka..."
The lieutenant suddenly realized: "Yes! The Central Plains dog is really cunning! General Keka is in the west, just in the upper reaches of the Cangjiang River. The Beifu army does not need to cross the river. They kept talking about crossing the river and crossing the river, but where did they have the courage to confront us on the river surface! If we heard what this surnamed Chu said, we would really retreat to the nearest General Suo, wouldn't it have isolated General Keka and called He broke our alliance?"
The more he talked, the more reasonable he felt: "Sure enough! That person named Chu is the general!"
But Pasha said: "I think, Chu Ziling is indeed deceived. Some people are afraid that he is using him to pass false information for us."
He ignored the lieutenant's second question and lowered his eyes in thought.
Pasha still believed that Chu Ziling would never betray because of his interests.
But whether it's Aisha's death or Wu Yichun's death, there is no doubt that someone is using Chu Ziling.
Then why doesn't he make good use of this layer of "utilization" to make more profits for himself
The lieutenant was speechless, but he could not see how Pasha's "confidence" in Chu Ziling was shaken, so he could only sigh: "...General, tell me what we should do."
"Don't ask him to pay attention to what the letter said, the Beifu army wants to 'come', then 'come'. Send more spies to monitor the Changling side. If there are spies from the Central Plains, don't panic, pretend they don't know, and let them go. go back."
"I don't know if you will hear the two generals?"
Pasha said with a smile: "If I hadn't asked the Beifu army to beat up the keka, General Timur would not have remembered my achievements in leading the army to help. The credit is enough for me alone. I have a big appetite and I'm not afraid to support it. ."
Chu Ziling's chess piece is very likely to be abolished, so why doesn't he take this abandoned chess piece and build a ladder of Qingyun himself
At the end, he smiled and said to himself: "Children of the Shi family, Wu Yichun has been hit by the same trick, and he still wants me to be hit once? I will bear the head of this hundred gold and wait for the big driver."