The frost moon in the thatched hut is shocking the rooster crowing,

The general has reported it out of the gate;

How can scholars chant in the mountains?

Eight thousand geese feathers are filled with snow.

Xiaohan blows his armor in the coldest morning.

Wei Yang stood on one side with a cliff and a roadside with a cliff on the other side. His feet were like roots. He didn't move even when the morning breeze blew. Only under the iron armor, a red war robe sounded.

The Qiangu, who had recovered from the injury, stood firmly beside him.

"Slow down, go down the mountain and go up the mountain quickly." Wei Yang reached out and clicked the soldiers who were sliding on the mountain road that almost slipped out less than 1 meter.

Li Bingzhong, a master of light skills in the Dangxiang clan, climbed the mountain like a flat ground, galloping up from the bottom of the mountain.

Wei Yang asked: "Where is Madam Gao?"

Li Bingzhong's face was red and he reported excitedly: "The eldest lady is already in Anding Guard, and all the vanguards have entered the city, and no one has been alarmed."

"Okay." Wei Yang said, "You have a rest for a while and immediately lead the newly-organized first battalion to Chasili."

Li Bingzhong agreed and grabbed the frozen hair.

That was the dripping sweat frozen.

Li Bingzhong asked: "How many people are sent by the eldest lady to the east to follow the eldest lady?"

"Along with those who are willing to go to Helan Mountain to do business, there are no less than 50,000 people." Wei Yang comforted gently, "You can rest assured that if the situation is urgent, I will personally lead the light cavalry to pick her up."

Li Bingzhong smiled and said, "Yes, the eldest lady is lonely and helpless. Now that there are people who understand her, we can also kill the enemy with peace of mind."

The leader of the thousand-man laughed strangely.

Wei Yang glanced at it: "It seems that I didn't copy the ten words yesterday a hundred times?"

The leader immediately had a bitter face, and Changshengtian looked at him, and we were definitely not willing to learn.

But you have to know that most of the old men only need to learn ten Chinese characters. Those Mongolian centuries above have to "voluntarily" learn ten Mongolian sentences and write ten Mongolian characters. Where can I reason?

Wei Yang criticized: "If you don't want to learn, how can you be the commander of a thousand men? If you don't recognize the map, if the military order is passed before you, the lives of a thousand people under your command are in your hands. How can you not read? Xiao Hu Luchan also learns ten big words every day. Are you not even as good as a little girl?"

The head of the thousand-man said angrily: "I see that she only wrote ten words, how dare I compare with me? Humph, the night before yesterday, her mother taught her to write Mongolian characters or me. So what 'homework' wouldn't help her... Humph, she was going to Hami, but I wouldn't take her, see what she should do."

The centurion who was preparing to replace the flag bearer laughed: "Her mother can make money, she is the most skillful woman on the banks of Qinghai Lake. When we finish the war, they may have been to Hami for a few days."

There is light in the eyes of the commander of the thousand men. People in the plateau can see the blue sky these days.

His wife is a skillful woman, and she is always friendly to others. She has some reputation among the women, so she was elected as a textile cooperative. She used wool to wool and the caravan would buy it for 100 cents. The government also paid her three taels of silver a month.

Speaking of which, the leader of the thousand men was also very sad and angry. The good man who came on the horse to kill the enemy, had only been able to eat the leftovers of Khan. He had never seen money? His precious daughter Xiao Hu Luchan got his wages earlier than him. Just a few days ago, in the newly cast mud bricks, Xiao Hu Luchan proudly placed two taels of silver. It turned out that they were playing outside after school. The female soldiers of the old school camp who passed by heard her say that they could not cover the heavy snow, and that tree covered with sheep dung and had tender buds in winter.

Because of this little thing, Miss Hu Luchan became the first celebrity among thousands of children in Qinghai to receive a reward.

"The veterans do not rob the new recruits of money, and the guards will not deprive the soldiers of their salaries. Even Xiaohu Luchan said useful words, the adults are willing to invite her to be a teacher and give her money. This is a good army, and they have a future with them." The old people on the plateau handed their son to Wei Yang with confidence.

The leader of the thousands of people was excited. For the first time, he felt that he was a human being, and those who fought side by side with him were all the best people.

"Even if you die in the battlefield, you are not afraid that someone will bully my wife. You will take care of it." The headmaster remembered the money his wife showed him when he went out. It was the first batch of Hami materials. Wei Yang ordered that no big money be left and all of them were sent to the herdsmen in advance. She was a cooperative and gave her three months of wages, a full nine taels of silver.

That's not all. His wife also told him that the little official once said that if someone dared to seize their family's money, she could pick up a machete and chop the other party. If she did not give her money after work, she should step on the war horse and destroy the government.

"This is a natural thing. Both men and women should have. The rights given to us by God. We cannot live under the fist of others. If anyone swings a fist, we should also hold a knife." The young woman in a brand new house covered the military flag with an oil lamp and said, "The little official also wants us to remember that even if it is him, if we dare to deprive us poor people of eating when hungry, sleep when we sleep, and go to the doctor when we are sick. Like men, we have the right to get wages and even recognize words. We should all pick up a scimitar, step on a war horse, and we must regain our rights."

The leader of the thousand-man didn't think about this, he just felt very satisfied.

"Only in this way, you will have a great success!" The commander of thousands of men shook slightly.

Suddenly, Wei Yang said, "Go down the mountain."

It turned out that the army had all gone down the mountain, and the vanguard had already sent out a scout brigade at the foot of the mountain.

"It must be that boy Morigen. He found his sister and the young man who bravely went to rescue his sweetheart. They had a life of teaching in the school. The young man was still a doctor. They were still waiting for us to return triumphantly and take charge of marriage for them together. It's great!" The leader of the thousand-man smiled.

Wei Yang led his war horses, and there were eight large camps in front of him. This was the ninth battalion that he heard that he was going to fight, and the poor people from various tribes rode their war horses and followed up and re-engineered.

Wei Yang looked at the top of the mountain, and the red clouds and north winds covered the sky, but that was just the mud balls they had just stepped on.

He looked at the army under his command, standing quietly in front of him, with the cold wind blowing his face but unable to dissipate his fighting spirit.

Somehow, Wei Yang thought to himself: "If my parents could see it, they might be more worried about me." He was shocked immediately, and his thoughts were as hard as a tide. He couldn't help but feel a ray of warmth in his heart. He thought secretly, these soldiers following him stepping on the mountains like plains. "Even though he knew that war might cause death, they all followed me without hesitation, their soldiers, their parents, their wives, and their children, would always miss their parents just like I missed my parents. Since I am their general, how can I put my personal thoughts above their lives."

Immediately, the horses passed by the eight battalions. When I arrived at the first battalion, I first asked who was the general of the battalion, and then asked: "Is it there?"

Only when he heard the army screaming "I'm here" was he assured and cheerful.

This matter is a waste of time.

But the six armies are full of fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!