Twenty taels of silver is a little too small, but in modern times it is still 8,000 to 10,000 yuan.

At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.

Maybe he will accept it.

In addition, Qin Hu also planned to draw a big cake for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu had a lot of money before.

Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.

"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.

"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."

In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, his body is not what he used to be. What he has now is a perseverance.

"Wait!"

Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.

With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.

But should we notify Li Xiaokun?

Qin Hu hesitated a little, what if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.

If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on him, he will be killed without mercy.

"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."

Qin Hu crawled under the carriage shaft and whispered.

But what Qin An said next made him almost jump out of fright.

"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"

What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?

Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.

The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.

Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.

"Get closer, get closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he had seen it right.

The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.

Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire, or perform a beheading operation.

"one two three……"

He and Qin An were lying on the ground motionless, until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.

"puff!"

It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.

Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.

For the reliability of intelligence, scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.

After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.

Then he took a wooden gun and strangled him around his neck. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.

Just to break the enemy's neck just now, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.

"Qin An, come here and search me for me."

Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.

"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, five scout flags, a kettle, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."

"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."

Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then gave him water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes for him.

Before daybreak, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.

This is done to prevent others from taking credit. He knows what kind of environment he is in now.

"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."

The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.

At first, he didn't believe it at all, until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.

At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."

Qin Hu is very aware of his current situation. If he wants to turn over, he must do it step by step. He cannot fall out with these ruffians, otherwise he will be dead.

Moreover, besides two sets of cotton-padded clothes, food, and scraps of silver, he also handed over all the loot.

But he knew that the Yu Dynasty's army had its own reward system, and part of it would return to his hands.

Sure enough, when the soldiers heard this, their expressions suddenly changed, and a few of them even smiled at him in a rare moment.

Gundam stood up, stroking his beard, and smiled at him: "You are quite clever, wait, I will report it to the centurion."

Gundam found a rag, pocketed the loot, and then walked outside the tent.

But not long after, he hurried back and his face became not so pretty.

"Qin Hu, the centurion wants to see you, please hurry up."

The centurion's tent is the same as that of ordinary soldiers. The difference is that he lives in a single room, while ordinary soldiers are crowded together with ten people.

When it comes to tents, they must not be too luxurious because they are difficult to transport.

Each of the simple tents now requires a special cart to pull them. If the general's tent is at least ten carts, if the emperor marches in person, just a dragon tent will cost more than ten carts.

A thousand civilians were responsible for escorting it.

And if you want to put up the handsome account, you can't do it without three or four hours.

So on the surface there are 200 people in the vanguard battalion, but in fact there are only 100 civilians responsible for transportation, and there are no more than 50 people who can actually fight.

"Centurion, this boy is Qin Hu."

When Qin Hu approached the tent, he saw a dark and fat middle-aged man warming himself by the fire. This man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a sinewy face, a medium build, and was as thick as his top and bottom. He didn't look like a good bird.

"Hey, isn't this the famous champion in the capital? How come you condescend to come to me? Do I still have to salute you?"

"How dare you, how dare you, I'm ashamed, my subordinate is no longer a marquis, I'm just a soldier under your subordinates now."

Qin Hu coughed, cupped his fists and saluted: "My subordinate Qin Hu joins the Centurion and is willing to obey your orders."

"oh."

Li Xiaokun frowned and thought, why is this kid so different from the legend?

You must know that someone in the capital came to him and asked him to torture Qin Hu to death no matter what.

Once the deal is done, the golden ticket will be huge.

But Li Xiaokun didn't fully agree, because he was not a fool, and he didn't want to get involved in the battles of aristocratic families.


Chapter completed!