High energy eunuch

The tent door was opened suddenly, and the snow wind whirled around the door, and the snow residue brought in quickly turned into fine water droplets, which evaporated into smoke.

Just as Fu Qiu walked in front of Wei Kun's seat, his uncle pulled him onto the highest podium and let him sit beside him.

The person who came was a woman with a totem face and a soft armor. In the cold weather, she still showed one arm. That arm was not weaker than a man's. On it was a tattoo that looked like a snake or a dragon.

"Report to General, Shu Rui'er's rabble has been cut off." She raised her right hand, and immediately someone stepped forward behind her, and suddenly a bunch of bloody things were thrown on the ground.

Fu Qiu's pupils constricted, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

What rolled to the ground was a bunch of human ears, slices like shriveled pancakes.The female general presented a heavy wooden box with her own hands, and opened the lid in front of Wei Kun?br>

The copper-colored hair was sticky and tangled, Wei Kun picked up the head and laughed.

"Well done, Qing Meng, you are indeed the most proud favorite general of this commander. Where is your position?"

There was a clanging sound, and the head flew out, hitting the chest of a fat lieutenant on the right.The fat man stood up holding the head, smiling shyly, with a bit of silly vigor, and joined the table with another tall and thin man beside him.

Cao Qingmeng walked with the wind, sat down in front of the case, drew out his dagger and cut meat to eat.

There was a lot of chatting and laughing in the tent, as if what was thrown just now was not a real human life.Of course, they are dead.Fu Qiu secretly thought, forced himself to suppress his nausea, and took the mutton that Wei Kun tore off with the hand that had just lifted the head.

"This is my commander's nephew. He will walk in the army tomorrow. My commander's tiger talisman." Wei Kun divided a pair of tiger talismans and solemnly handed them to Fu Qiu. My son will go to each barracks to inspect and tell you who is under his command. In case the blind gun stick hurts my handsome nephew." Wei Kun smiled and never mentioned Fu Qiu's identity as emperor.

At the third watch, all the soldiers came out of the main tent drunk.

"Ugh..." Fu Qiu was followed by a clinking young man, and he handed out some of the cloak, wanting Fu Qiu to wipe his mouth.

Fu Qiu waved his hand.After retying the cloak to his naked body, the body trembled imperceptibly, and said in a very low voice, "Thank you."

Fu Qiu was dizzy and speechless, he just waved his hands behind him, then bent down and vomited violently at the roots of the tree.After vomiting three or four times, with sore waist and abdomen, and tasting bitter bile, he waved to Dongzi who followed silently.

Pass over the water bag over there.

After Fu Qiu rinsed his mouth, Dong Zi handed over the handkerchief again, intentionally or unintentionally separating the young man from Fu Qiu, and when Fu Qiu regained his strength, he said in a deep voice, "Don't talk, our tent is in the northwest direction, a few hundred meters away, Ziyun Ziyan should have already made a bed. Do you want me to carry you?"

Fu Qiu smiled, "Do you recite it?"

The corners of Dongzi's mouth curled up, he lowered his head, and squatted down in front of Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu was dizzy, and asked in a low voice as if there was no one else around, "Is he following us?"

The sound of the shackles did not stop, and the boy followed after he came out of the tent.

"The master rewarded you."

"Then I keep it?" Fu Qiu pinched Dongzi's cold ears.

Dongzi didn't speak.

"Or throw them out?" Fu Qiu just talked to Dong Zi, as if there was no one behind him.

"You can keep it if you want." Dongzi said.

"What will happen if I don't accept it?" Fu Qiu looked back.

The boy had no expression on his face, and his voice was calm, "I don't know, the young commander doesn't want to accept him, so just kill me."

The fluttering sentence didn't seem to be dealing with himself, but just talking about the lives of insignificant strangers.The boy was as big as Fu Qiu, and Fu Qiu's eyes flickered, and he pinched Dong Zi's ear, "Put him in the tent to serve tea and water, and don't let him go to my bed, okay?"

Dongzi said nothing.

Fu Qiu bit his neck, "Don't believe me?"

"Up to you." The deep voice seemed to come from Dongzi's chest, Fu Qiu pinched his ear absently and played with it for a while, but he was not interested in this boy.At first, he got used to Dongzi and was familiar with each other, so he might not be used to another person.Secondly, he doesn't like those who are too delicate, he likes the sense of stability brought by masculinity.

The tent assigned to Fu Qiu was very tidy, Ziyun and Ziyan had been tidied up, and the brazier was burning very well.After waiting for him to wash up and lie down on the bed, Ziyun's curious eyes never left the brought boy.

Fu Qiu leaned sideways on the bed and joked, "I know the little brother I brought back for you. Hey, what's your name?"

Ziyan poured out a bowl of hot mare's milk. Women are the quickest to adapt to the increasingly chaotic situation. With Ziyan, even if the environment has just changed, among hundreds of thousands of troops, it seems that it is just a change of place. Stay at the inn.She knelt beside the young man and said in a low voice, "It's hot here, take off your cloak, otherwise you'll get chills if you go out and blow the wind."

The boy held the cloak in his hands, and looked at her defensively.

"Give him one of my clothes, and then you all go to rest first." Fu Qiu ordered.

Dongzi leaned on his sword and sat by the tent door. There were two beds in this tent, one big and one small. The big bed was Fu Qiu's, and the small bed was for night watch.

The clothes were put in front of the boy, Fu Qiu didn't speak, just sat cross-legged on the bed.The boy's face was very thin, his fingers were purple from the cold, he took off his cloak, he didn't even have a pair of pants, and there were only a few unsightly marks all over his body.

Fu Qiu didn't shy away either, watching him put on his shirt and trousers, the boy's eyes turned red.

"What's your name? I can't keep calling you 'Hello'."

"Xiangfeng." He replied in a hoarse voice. After a while, his dry lips were pursed together, and there was a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. He said, "I haven't had any clothes for half a year...I..."

"It's fine to thank you. Since I have been rewarded, it is mine. As you can see, I am weak and need more people." Fu Qiu smiled.

"What does the master want the slave to do?" Xiangfeng raised his head and clenched his fists tightly, "I am willing to do anything, even killing people."

A set of clothes for a life, this deal couldn't be more cost-effective.Fu Qiu sighed inwardly, carrying Mrs. Tang in his hand, this uncle treated him well, and it would be very convenient for him to be pampered and raised in the military camp.It's just not enough.Fu Qiu rolled his eyes, "I don't want you to kill people. I don't need you to do anything now. You just need to remember that what I want you to do in the future is to cut off one of your own hands. You have to keep your eyes open." Do it now. Can it work?"

"The master told the servant to die, and the servant will not blink." His voice was filled with indescribable determination, and his expression was awe-inspiring, like frozen ice.

"Sure, you just need to understand it in your heart. Go fetch water and wash yourself, wash yourself clean, and sleep on the small bed."

Xiangfeng glanced at Dongzi, and heard Fu Qiu say, "That's my brother, he slept with me."

Xiangfeng lowered her eyes.

"He talks the same as me, and he is also your master." Fu Qiu said again.

Xiangfeng went out to fetch water, and Dongzi went to the bed to hug Fu Qiu, rubbed against him, pushed away, stared into his eyes, and kissed his lips again, "You have grown up."

"Would you like to try?" Fu Qiu dawdled and bit Dongzi's ear.

Dongzi's face is reddish.

When Xiangfeng came in, Fu Qiu's hand was under Dongzi's waist, and Dongzi pulled the quilt upwards to cover Fu Qiu's head and face.Said in a deep voice, "Sleep after tidying up, there will be a day to talk in the future. Leave a candle and don't blow it out."

Before dawn the next day, Fu Qiu was woken up by the sound of horns in the barracks.The rough quilt scratched his face, and he sat on the bed in a daze, feeling that someone was waiting for him to wipe his face and hands, he raised his hand to hug him, and rubbed against the other person's arms attachmentally, sighing, "Dongzi, Why do I like your body so much, I let you spoil it..."

The leaning body trembled.

Fu Qiu woke up completely.In front of him was Xiangfeng's delicate face.

Xiangfeng was at a loss and wanted to kneel, but was grabbed by Fu Qiu. He got up expressionlessly, put on the military uniform sent by Wei Kun, and waved to Xiangfeng, "Come here, comb my hair."

Xiangfeng is very skillful in serving people, but she doesn't talk much.Before walking out of the big tent, Fu Qiu said casually, "I have the habit of talking in my sleep, and it's fine if I hear something but don't hear it."

Four or five guards ran past with spears in their hands, and a bearded man walked over not far away. The armor was different from that of ordinary soldiers, and Fu Qiu felt a little familiar.

"General of the Eastern Wing Zuo Yuquan." The bearded man clasped his fists, his black eyes looked at Fu Qiu from above, and he said with a smile, "The commander is worried that the young commander is not strong enough to go to the battlefield, so let the last general train the young commander."

Fu Qiu didn't speak, and straightened his cuffs.

Suddenly, the bearded man lifted the front chest of the martial robe and lifted it up a full foot. Fu Qiu saw his changed face from the eyes of the other party, and he heard a trembling voice. It was himself talking, "Put me down!" .”

"Young Marshal should call himself the Marshal."

Fu Qiu took a deep breath, "Let me down."

The beard parted to the two sides following the arc of Zuo Yuquan's mouth. He smiled with satisfaction, "It's too much to offend. In the next month, I'm afraid there will be more things to offend the young marshal. The general hopes that the young marshal understands that this It's the outer wall of the Great Chu Iron Barrel, and there is no child's play in the barracks." Zuo Yuquan raised his hand and threw it on the leg of a veteran soldier who was walking slowly, and the soldier got up and immediately caught up with his companion, lame in one leg. with.

Fu Qiu's not strong enough body was shrouded in Zuo Yuquan's broad shadow, and a very low and depressing threat came from his ear——

"One month later, the young commander has to be alive to have a chance to settle with the last general."

After Zuo Yuquan left, Fu Qiu realized that his armor was covered in cold sweat.

The roar of the mountain from the school ground not far away made his scalp numb, the cold wind pulled Fu Qiu's black hair, and a helmet fell behind him, and the bright red tassel stood proudly on the top of the helmet.

Fu Qiu held Dong Zi's hand, "He will kill me."

Dongzi tidied up the hair in his neck, fixed his eyes, "No one can kill you. This is an opportunity, you can start to make achievements here, and this 20 army is the starting point for you to turn defeat into victory Don't be afraid." He squeezed Fu Qiu's hand and patted him on the shoulder.

However, these were not enough for Fu Qiu to gain courage. When he faced three thousand soldiers and stood on the high platform, he could hardly hear what Zuo Yuquan said.Those eyes staring at him made him feel murderous.This army of frontier fortresses, perhaps, is like the rumors, a giant snake that kills without batting an eye, it will swallow everything into its stomach.

Fu Qiu's ears were buzzing, Zuo Yuquan crossed his thick arms, embraced him in his arms, and handed him a long sword.

He was kneeling on one knee, holding his sword above his head.

Fu Qiu picked up the sword almost stiffly, and at the moment Zuo Yuquan's hand was empty, Zuo Yuquan suddenly swept across with his legs, and the movement was extremely fast.

No one saw clearly how Zuo Yuquan made the move, but they saw clearly that Fu Qiu fell off the stands and rolled around twice curled up in the yellow sand.

Zuo Yuquan hooked up the sword with his iron boots, and the sword fell to the ground like a loud slap on Fu Qiu's face.