The tall and thin young man named San Ming'er, he was one of Zuo Xiaowei's many recruits.
Before this, he worked as a horse bandit in Heisongzhai. He and many young people alone, relying on his youthful age to win, felt that being a horse bandit was a very prestigious and promising career, but now he has discussed it. After the wife had a child, her restless heart calmed down and she wanted to live a stable life.
Many of the recruits are actually the same as him. After having wives and children, when I look back and look back at the years, I feel that I was a stupid person back then. My children want to find a decent birth but it is difficult.
Fortunately, Wu Zheng's appearance at this time undoubtedly solved their urgent need.
After joining the army, he was the emperor’s pro-army from now on, and promised that as long as you joined Zuo Xiaowei, no matter what you were doing and how many lives you had carried, you would forget everything in the past.
At the same time, General Wu Zheng also promised that only one day in the Great Zhou Dynasty, their court, whether killed or disabled, would be generously compensated. Your parents are Zuo Xiaowei’s parents, and your wife and children are Zuo. Xiaowei's wife and children.
It sounds very exciting, but for many people, what they care more about is Wu Zheng’s first promise, that as long as they have served for three years, they will be reissued with their household registration after three years.
To be honest, everything in the front is imaginary, only this last point is real.
Isn’t it three years? It's over after gritting his teeth.
Sanming'er, who had just had breakfast in the morning, heard the bamboo whistle blow in the camp as soon as he urinated in the grass.
Today's San Ming'er is no stranger to this bamboo whistle, and when I heard it, I knew that the platoon leader was gathering at Cui and the others.
Then they lined up, and a group of people followed the platoon leader to the camp. Before they entered the camp, there were already a dozen groups of people like them gathered there by the camp gate.
A horse-riding general should be called the battalion commander. He seems to be called Wuyan, his name is a bit strange, and he seems to be shameless. Every time he sees this battalion commander, Sanminger always sees him with a face towel. He opened his mouth, but the big black mole on his right eyebrow recognized at a glance that he was no battalion leader.
I heard that he is highly regarded by General Wu Zheng, because he is the only one who can enter and exit the handsome tent as a battalion commander.
Many of the recruits convinced him, because he was a master, and many came from different cottages. As long as one of your masters died, many people would unanimously say that no battalion commander died.
At the same time, the recruits were also very afraid of him, because he had the means to torture people, and now Sanming'er would have a tingling scalp and a chill in his back.
Why is he here today? Everyone looked at this battalionless commander on horseback with the same puzzlement as San Minger.
Wuyan looked at the sky. Although the sun hadn't come out yet, it was already late.
Take a look at the group of recruits in front of you. The ones who should have come are almost there, and those who haven't come are not prepared to wait any longer.
"Today I came to pick a few clever boys among you, and ran me to do something earth-shattering, so that you can all enter my reconnaissance battalion, and the military noise doubled. There is also a small stove to open. , The big deal is that I will be bombed into the sky with you."
Wuyan did not give everyone a chance to think, so he took the whip and started to nominate people in the crowd. He ordered more than 20 people in one bite, and almost one of them was taken out of each row. Sanming'er didn't know it was fortunate. Or should I admit that I was unlucky and was picked by Shameless
The other people lined up and went back. The selected ones stayed behind. They didn’t know what they were waiting for next, but they saw two mule carts being pulled over, covered with waterproof tarps, bulging. The naan don't know what it is.
Everyone didn't wonder how long it took, and soon someone lifted the tarp. It turned out that it was a quilt that had been tied up. It doesn't seem to be the same.
"Don't stand there anymore. Go and carry one by one, and follow me if you have it back. By the way, you must not move the line of fire above it! Otherwise, I will be killed by an official."
"The battalion commander!" The coachman who drove the car jumped down and said: "The battalion commander will let me take this group of trash with you! You just came back last night, don't be tired."
"Tired ass!" Wuyan said in an angry voice: "Have you played with this thing? Do you know how to stack it to open the city gate without fail?"
"Uh! I don't know the little one, but the little one can learn it!"
"Study a fart, it will be cold when you learn the daylily. Don't hurry up and wait in front of the general's tent... (End of this chapter)