Father can be an enemy to the country

In the Wumeng Mountains, the Ming army camp.

The soldiers who are on duty are patrolling, the foremen are cooking, and those who are not on duty are resting quietly. Everything is in order.

Although it is late autumn, it is neither too cold nor too hot, which is perfect for taking a nap. After lunch, the veterans spread their bedrolls on the ground and fell asleep. Soon they started snoring.

But there are also people who can't sleep, such as Yu Min.

He is seventeen years old this year, and like Muchun, this is his first time joining the army. But Mu Chun was the son of a marquis and became a soldier with the general. He was just the son of an ordinary military household, so he could only be a leading soldier.

Before arriving, his mother told him to be more careful when going to the battlefield and not to rush ahead, otherwise he would be like his father and die on the battlefield without even being able to recover his body.

Yu Min was raised by his mother. He has listened to his mother's words since he was a child, so he is full of fear of the battlefield. Being a soldier is the mission of all military children. If he doesn't want to do it, his younger brother must become a soldier. The problem is that his younger brother is only twelve years old, so he can only serve as a soldier honestly.

In fact, it had been fine before. He grew up in Qiubadui and was very accustomed to military camp life. Moreover, the general Xiaoqi knew that he was a son of a martyr, so he took good care of him.

But as he neared the battlefield, he began to grow increasingly uneasy. Especially when he heard Li Laoba scare him yesterday that there would be a war tomorrow and asked him to give his last words.

He was very angry and scolded Li Laoba, why are you cursing me? Li Laoba said it was because those who died on the battlefield were recruits like you.

This time he was completely frightened. He didn't sleep all night last night. When he was standing guard this morning, he was in a trance. Wang Xiaoqi was so angry that he kicked his butt and told him to come back and catch up on his sleep.

But he still couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see all kinds of scenes of my tragic death. I could only lie there and stare at the sky.

Just when he finally drifted off and was about to feel a little sleepy, a loud shout suddenly sounded above his head: "Choose the front!"

The soldiers who were originally lying crookedly in the hulu mountain sound jumped up when they heard this sound, raised their hands high and signed: "Me, me, me!"

"Me me me!"

"I, choose me..." Some people didn't even open their eyes, but their words didn't lag behind others.

"You're so quiet! Did I enter the goose farm?" the officer cursed angrily.

"Everyone be quiet, everyone be quiet!" Zhang Baihu quickly told his subordinates to shut up, and then smiled apologetically and said to the middle-aged officer: "Qi Qianhu is still interesting. He never forgets his brothers when good things happen."

"Nonsense, how can I lose my own people?" The middle-aged officer Qi Qianhu scolded with a smile, and said seriously: "I don't have time to talk nonsense, I am in a hurry. The higher ups want 2,000 to select the front, and I will give you ten places for each hundred households."

"Is that too few?" The soldiers started shouting again, and Zhang Baihu quickly waved his hand to silence them. Then he turned around and nodded and said, "It's a little short. How about Qianhu adding ten more."

"Add up to five more. Stop talking nonsense, otherwise there will be none!" Qi Qianhu glared at Zhang Baihu.

"Hey, hey." Zhang Baihu didn't dare to push further.

"Should I sign up by myself or follow the old rules?" Qi Xiang asked again.

"Of course it's the old rule." Zhang Baihu said with a smile: "There are no cowards among us, they are all clamoring to be chosen as the striker."

After saying that, he turned back and asked his subordinates: "Are you right?"

"Of course!" the soldiers shouted loudly.

"Okay." Qi Xiang was already prepared, so he took out a handful of bamboo sticks from his sleeve and asked them to take turns to draw them. The longer one would be selected.

"Good guy, as expected of Qianhu, he originally planned to give us fifteen." Zhang Baihu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Learn more, this is called the art of controlling your subordinates." Qi Xiang smiled proudly.

The soldiers lined up and came up one after another to draw. They cheered when they got the long draw, and immediately packed up, dressed up, and were ready to go.

But there were more that I couldn't draw. I was holding a stick that was short on one side of my hand, and cursed my mother in depression.

Li Laoba even slapped himself in the face: "What kind of bad luck is this? I can't get it every time!"

While he was smoking, he was looking around, trying to see if anyone was unwilling to go and switch with him.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.

"Brother Niu, you went there last time, let me give it to my brother this time." Li Laoba bowed towards his Niu General Flag.

"Last time, why did you still eat after you had eaten yesterday?" Brother Niu hid the sign in his arms to prevent him from snatching it away.

"I still hope to earn a hereditary hundred households for Lao Niu's family!"

"Oh, you have already become the general flag, and I haven't even become the small flag." Li Laoba nodded sadly and suddenly saw that Yu Min also got the long-term lottery.

Hurry over quickly.

Over there, Yu Min was worried to death. Others wanted to be elected as a vanguard and make great contributions, but he didn't want to be. He just wanted to live. Holding the long sign in his hand tightly, he had a strong urge to cut off a section of it.

Just when he was about to start doing it, he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, making him scream in fright.

"Shh." But the man covered his mouth and dragged him aside. Only then did Yu Min realize that it was that annoying guy Li Laoba.

"Boy, you don't want to be chosen as the forward, right?" Li Laoba grabbed his neck and whispered to him: "No need to deny it, it must be, I won't be wrong. If others are drawn, they will pick it up. The dog's head is as golden as if you had seen a ghost."

"It's okay. I'm not scolding you. I was scared when I was as young as you. I'll be fine if I serve as a soldier for another two years." It turns out that Li Laoba, who has a bad mouth, can also say nice things when needed.

"I'll let my brother do it for you this time. You don't have to thank me. Just remember how good your brother is." As he said that, he gave him the short stick in his hand and at the same time drew the long stick in his hand.

Yu Min was frightened by his shout. She hadn't recovered yet and still kept trying to cut off the stick.

Therefore, Li Laoba did not twitch after a while. I twitched again, but still no twitch...

"Hahaha, Li Laoba, you must have made a mistake!" Zhang Baihu saw everything, came over with a big smile, pushed him aside, put his arm around Yu Min's shoulders affectionately and said:

"As I said, there is no coward under my command! Although Xiao Min is a bit timid at ordinary times, she will not be vague at critical moments!"

"Fuck..." Li Laoba walked away depressed.

Yu Min finally came to his senses, handed the sign to Li Laoba and said, "Take it away if you want."

"You brat, you've learned how to be polite, who are you kidding!" Li Laoba thought he was teasing him, and now he was even more depressed. He lay down on the ground, covered his head with the quilt, and said in a low voice: "Give me a good beating." , don’t waste the opportunity. If you don’t make a contribution and come back, let’s see how I deal with you!”

"I really..." Yu Min stammered: "I really want to give it to you."

"You don't have to be afraid of him. That guy just has a bad mouth. Don't take it seriously." Zhang Baihu had already helped him put on the armor with his own hands, then buckled the helmet on him and said, "But you really have to perform well. If you don't perform well, , Qi Qianhu will definitely have an excuse to reduce our quota next time."

"Get the hell out of here." Qi Qianhu scolded, "Stop arranging me there."

Then he ordered the fifteen forwards to report: "Hurry and report to the central army account, I will go to the next one."

Yu Min had no choice but to walk towards the Chinese military tent with the other fourteen forwards under Zhang Baihu's earnest gaze...