Disarming Allure

The three armies were ordered to suppress the thunder for thousands of miles.Hangu is absolutely free from flying birds, and Wuguan holds company camps.

With the marching order, tens of thousands of black armors marched vigorously, the military flags were fluttering, and fighting broke out everywhere. The whole army set off in purge, and rushed to the border day and night without stopping.

In less than half a month, the new army successfully merged with the frontier Lan army.

Huangfu rode a war horse to the clouds, and behind him were six personal guards, including Yue Ming.The large army followed behind them, stretching for ten miles.

The deputy general of the Lan Army, Yue You, led a group of subordinates and waited respectfully outside the camp.

"Subordinates see the general!!"

The thundering roar of tens of thousands of people echoed in the border camp. Huangfu narrowed his eyes and looked at the piece of silver armor kneeling neatly in front of him. Swift and powerful, this was his army, and he was proud of the sharpest arrow.

"Brothers, I'm back!"

The big camp is not as vast as the training camp. In the training camp, one brigade can also be allocated a school ground, an independent camp. Here, one hundred thousand troops are all grouped into one camp and stationed in different divisions.

The area designated by the Seventh Brigade was right on both sides of the main road leading from the gate of the barracks to the main tent, and people who came in and out could clearly see it, so it was considered a good seat.

It seemed that they were infected by the killing atmosphere of the Lan Army, and everyone couldn't help feeling a surge of emotion in their hearts. They were both in awe and excited. Maybe they who were new to the military camp hadn't experienced the fragility of life and the cruelty of reality. What I have is nothing but enthusiasm and excitement.

Daxiong led the brothers of Wuhuo to camp in the tent with a red face. Shen Xun stood next to Ling with two bamboo kettles. , so I am responsible for some trivial tasks such as counting objects, sweeping and tidying up.

Ming Han was even more emaciated, and he was panting exhausted from carrying the luggage along the way. Several brothers couldn't see it and said they would come to help, until Ling walked over and grabbed the luggage easily, without any effort. He carried it on his shoulders, saluted for two, walked briskly,

Everyone was even more amazed, and they all secretly and subconsciously confirmed that although Wang Ling looked thin and weak, he was definitely not a master to mess with.

After setting up the tent and putting away the luggage, it’s time for lunch. Eating in the barracks is not as good as going out. If you don’t run faster, you won’t even be able to grab the dishwater.

The military system is strict, and you have to line up honestly for cooking. Minghan queues up to help Ling cook, and Ling finds a seat at the table, which has become an unshakable routine.

Looking at the pickles and rice in the bowl, everyone couldn't help frowning slightly. This place is located at the border, and the food is even simpler than that in the training camp, and this big pot of vegetables is really muddy and hard to swallow.

It's not that he's a picky eater, but he can't adapt to the appetite he's been accustomed to since he was a child. He only took a few mouthfuls, and he felt that the rice was like boiled gluten, and he couldn't eat the rest of it no matter what. .He turned his head to look at everyone in the fire, and they all had the expression of trying to swallow their mouths. He lowered his head and considered whether he should sneak out to eat in the middle of the night. Suddenly, he heard the people around him boil, and he didn't know what happened. What, he didn't bother to deal with it for a while, poking the rice with bamboo chopsticks, thinking about finding some game.

Ming Han stared for a long time, buried his face in the bowl with a "swish", his face turned blue and purple, poked the back of the master sitting next to him, and reminded with a weak voice like a mosquito: "My lord! It's the general..."

Ling was taken aback when she heard the words, raised her eyes from the corner where they were nesting, and squinted at Huangfu who walked in.He secretly groaned, the general usually eats much better food than ordinary soldiers, why is Huangfu so crazy, isn't this a place where soldiers eat, why does he come to join in the fun?

Er Gou looked at Ling's puzzled face, and played up his invincible gossip essence, with admiration on his face: "You know! During the battle, the general always eats the same food as the people below, and our brothers admire him." at this point!"

Ling chewed her chopsticks thoughtfully, but she found it funny for no reason. Perhaps what she lacked in leading the soldiers was these sophistication.

Huangfu was holding a bowl and talking to the surrounding soldiers, the atmosphere became hotter, Ling moved to a corner, thankfully Huangfu didn't look this way.

At this moment, an excited shout came from outside the tent: "General!!"

That voice had the unique crispness of a young man, and it sounded very comfortable, causing all the soldiers in the tent to look away distractedly.

With a smile on the corner of Huangfu's mouth, he looked up and saw a young man in green walking towards him.

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with big eyes and small mouth, blinking eyes, and fluttering eyelashes, full of vigor and vitality.

When did the men in the barracks see such a cute little guy? They all held the bowls in their hands in a daze, and followed the lively boy all the way until the boy jumped into Huangfu's arms affectionately. He looked back with still not enough meaning.

Huangfu did not avoid suspicion, lightly scented the boy's face, and asked with a teasing smile: "Lu Xiu, why are you here?"

The young man named Green Sleeves rubbed Huangfu's chest and complained, "It's true, General, he left me alone at the border for so long, and now he doesn't come back to see me. He misses you!"

He said these words in a loud voice, which caused the soldiers in the tent to laugh and tease. It is no secret in Beifeng that Huangfu is a good man.

Only Minghan's expression changed, and he looked at Ling worriedly.

Ling's face was calm, but his fingers holding the chopsticks couldn't help but tighten...

Luxiu, he heard from Yueye that he has been by Huangfu's side since he was 14 years old. No matter how many lovers Huangfu has changed, he has never disliked this young man. People who fight with the army and walk with the army.Seeing them getting along so intimately and familiarly, it was natural and without any affectation, as if I was a bystander from the outside.

The feeling of being excluded was stronger than ever, and there was a slight tingle in his chest.Maybe he doesn't know that this emotion is called jealousy, and he won't be disturbed by any inappropriate emotions. At this moment, he can only sort out the lines in his heart, and see his position calmly and indifferently.

A person who has only appeared in front of Huangfu for a few months, but only a few nights of tenderness... How could it be possible to replace that young man?

How could Huangfu, such a romantic and unrestrained person, forget to linger in the flowers because of an unknown enemy?The days when he was holding him in his hands were nothing more than a dream, maybe he was just a passerby who could leave a slight mark in Huangfu's heart.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt relieved, why should I be hot and mediocre?In this uncertain situation, this may be for the best.

He didn't know how he finished the food in the bowl in one bite, he only knew that maybe he wasn't in the mood to go out to hunt game with a little leisure tonight.

After the meal, the soldiers returned to the camp in an orderly manner to prepare for the afternoon training. When they left the tent where they were eating, Ergou and the others looked in the direction of Huangfu reluctantly, not knowing whether they were envious of the general or reluctant to part with the boy. .

Ming Han worriedly followed Ling, but saw Ling put down the bowl, quietly mixed in with the crowd, and walked out of the tent without looking sideways.

It's a pity that none of the soldiers noticed that Huangfu's eyes kept chasing the back of the day and night, slightly lost in thought.

The green sleeve huddled in his arms sensitively sensed Huangfu's absent-mindedness, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

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