Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

Wang Dashan met those clear eyes and could not say no, so he nodded and said, "This... is fine. Although the monthly salary of the cooks is low, they can eat well and generally do not have to go to the battlefield."

"You are quite perceptive, kid. It's not easy to have a stutter during this war."

"By the way, what's your name? Let me see the wooden sign."

Jiang Li obediently took off the wooden sign from his waist and handed it over.

Wang Dashan took a look and said, "Oh, you have the same last name as me, Wang Xiaosan. It's a good name. You must be the third child in your family. Come on, Xiaosan. I will take you to live a good life. You look so skinny. You must not have eaten enough."

"Well, I haven't eaten enough. I'm too hungry."

"Haha, from now on, just follow your brothers and work hard, and you won't have any problem getting enough food."

Jiang Li's eyes twitched, and he glanced around expressionlessly at the big hand that slapped his shoulder heavily. He blinked, then turned sideways and shook it off without leaving a trace.

A group of people returned to the military camp. Wang Dashan took them to the registration office. Before he could take them to the tent, he was called away. Before leaving, he said two words: "Xiao San, go with Fatty. He will take you to the assigned tent."

"Okay, thanks... bro."

"Haha, you're welcome."

Jiang Li registered and received her own clothes. She was very excited. She was finally going to settle down and live a life without worries about food. It was great.

The fat man walked and said, "You just got here, you must remember the military discipline. If you violate the military discipline, the military stick will not be able to withstand your small body. And don't run around."

"Without orders, you can only stay in the kitchen, remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

The fat man glanced at his small body and landed on his fair and tender face. His eyes were a little complicated, and he kindly reminded him: "Xiao San, you'd better cover your face, so as not to... be stared at by others."

The military discipline is strict, no matter how strict it is. Under the pressure of war, those who go to the battlefield need to release the fear of having their heads hanging on their belts. There are no women in the army, and sometimes, those with fair skin are targeted.

I didn’t expect this short guy to be so handsome after washing himself. If he didn’t cover himself up, he would be targeted.

Jiang Li noticed his good intentions and his eyes were full of confusion. He didn't understand what he meant. The ancients always spoke vaguely.

He opened his mouth and was about to ask for clarification when he felt a warmth on his head. A piece of cloth was covering his head. The fat man casually wrapped it around him and lowered his voice, “We have reached your tent. Remember, if you don’t want to get hurt, cover your face.”

"……okay, I get it."

She raised her hand to tidy it up, revealing two round eyes.

The fat man left. Jiang Li held something in his arms, opened the tent door and walked in. A foul smell of sweat mixed with stinky feet hit him in the face. He frowned subconsciously and felt like crying in his eyes.

It's only spring, when the weather isn't so hot, how can it stink so badly?

The people in the tent stopped making noise when they saw him come in and stared at him intently. At this time, a burly man's eyes lit up, he stood up and walked over, leaned closer, and sniffed with his nose.

His intoxicated look made people feel sick.

When Jiang Li met that gaze, his eyes turned cold and murderous, scaring the sturdy man so much that he took two steps back unconsciously. He looked at him in horror and subconsciously touched his neck.

The head was still there, and he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes falling on the dwarf, his eyes were clear, without any murderous intent.

The sturdy man sneered, thinking that he must have seen it wrong. How could such a short guy have such strong murderous intent? He was even more frightening than a young general who crawled out of a sea of ​​blood.

"Hey, brothers, there's a new person here, make room quickly."

He leaned closer and said, "Little dwarf, you smell so good. Do you want to sleep next to me? No one in the tent will dare to bully you. Your little hands are so white."

"Take off the headscarf. It's useless to cover it up..."

Jiang Ning followed his gaze and saw a thin man in the corner. His fair face was covered with scars and his neck was full of ambiguous marks. He then met the sturdy man's disgusting gaze.

How could she not understand? She sneered and said that no one dared to take advantage of her in this apocalypse. She was so brave.

He yelled in a low voice: "Get out of here!!"

The strong man's face darkened when he heard these impolite words, and his expression was ferocious: "Boy, I'm tired of playing with that. It's your blessing to like you. Why don't you take off the towel and don't force me to move..."

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked out and fell heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood foam and felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter.

Jiang Li retracted her foot and looked at the burly man on the ground indifferently. Just because her superpowers had not recovered yet did not mean that she had no ability to resist. If she had not held back 70% of her strength, the man would have been a corpse.

In the end times, the strong fist is the real truth, and the same is true here. Those who are short-sighted can come here. The people with superpowers have physical strength and recovery ability that are not comparable to these natives.

She's so fragile. She couldn't even get up after just a little bit of strength. How could anyone have the courage to attack her?

He glanced around, sat down on the empty bed beside the fair-skinned man, put away his clothes, and stood on the bed with an indifferent look: "From now on, I have the final say in this tent. Call me Boss Jiang."

"Right now, go wash your stinky feet and open the tent for ventilation. If I smell the weird smell again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The people who were swept by the gaze felt a chill rising from their feet and shivered involuntarily. They hurriedly picked up their clothes, hugged the wooden basin, and crawled out of the tent.

The sturdy man lying on the ground met his deadly gaze and crawled out.

The tent suddenly became quiet.

Meng Fei said cautiously: "I...I washed it clean, look, do you not need to go out?"

Jiang Li glanced at his bunk. His clothes were clean and there was no strange smell. He nodded indifferently, sat down and made the bed.

"My name is Meng Fei. I don't know your name, brother."

"...Wang Xiaosan"

Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Li narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are the scars on your body?"

Meng Fei smiled bitterly: "Well, it's just to survive. I don't want to die here. My mother and sister are still waiting for me at home. Do you think I'm disgusting to be under a man?"

Jiang Li shook his head: "No, it's normal for a weak person to rely on others in order to survive. Don't worry, I will be the rule in the camp from now on, and no one will dare to do such a thing again."

"If anyone can't control himself, I can help him cut it."

"..."

Meng Fei's eyebrows twitched and he moved to the side to keep some distance. This man was so cruel, he had better stay away from him, lest he accidentally bump into him, otherwise he might have no descendants.

Jiang Li glanced at him, said nothing, then lay down, closed his eyes and took a nap.