Chapter 233 It turns out that they live such a miserable life

In the camp in the capital, the soldiers were busy as hell, with happy expressions on their faces.

There was only one person standing there with five finger marks on his face and a depressed look on his face.

This person was Pang Yunche, who returned to the city and asked his family to buy fifty tents.

The Five Finger Mountain on his face was of course caused by his father.

If his mother hadn't protected him, his father would have beaten him to death.

The soldiers who came and went were busy setting up the tents, and when they passed by Pang Yunche, they would look at him kindly and greet him.

Another honest young general grinned as he passed by Pang Yunche, "Thank you so much for your generosity, Second Young Master. The last time we added anything to our camp was during..."

The young man thought for a while, but seemed unable to remember when he last bought something new.

He chuckled and said, "It was just like last time. These tents can provide many brothers with a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and I can also sleep in them.

I no longer have to use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed, and finally I don’t have to worry about catching a cold anymore.”

The young general said a little embarrassedly: "Second Master Pang, I will never say again that the Pang family gave birth to a son without an asshole."

"You and the eldest son have assholes, and you are both good people."

The corner of Pang Yunche's mouth twitched. He knew that the young general wanted to praise him and thank him.

But no matter how he said it, it sounded like he was scolding him.

The young general took out a piece of cake from his pocket and forced it towards Pang Yunche. "I see there's a Five Finger Mountain on your face. It must have been beaten by Old Pang... Grand Tutor Pang. I guess you haven't finished your meal yet. I saved this piece of cake for you."

"I thought I'd see you back, so I gave you some bread. Here, eat it. It's still soft."

This time, not only did Pang Yunche's mouth twitch, but his entire face began to twitch.

He was sure that this man wanted to call his father Pang Lao Zei.

He was also sure that the cake was given to him under certain conditions, and if he brought it back to the tent, the young general would give it to him without hesitation.

In fact, he didn't care about these things. He didn't know anything else, but he knew that his father and the Chu family were not dealing with him in the court.

The soldiers in the Beijing camp are all surnamed Chu, so it is understandable that they hate the Pang family.

But when he saw the cake handed to him by the young player, he didn't want to take it.

Although he was a little hungry now, he couldn't bring himself to eat the pancake stained with the young player's sweat.

He politely declined, "I've already eaten. You can keep the cake for yourself."

As luck would have it, a "gurgling" sound came from Pang Yunche's stomach, and his stomach was beating rumbling at this moment.

The young general stuffed the pancake into Pang Yunche's hand and said, "You're still lying to me. Your stomach is ready to perform. Come on and eat."

Although the general secured a place for them to build a residence, a house cannot be built in a day.

Although the general placed their Northwest Army into his camp.

But there are limited tents and houses.

Many of their Northwest Army members still slept on the ground as before.

But they are young and strong, they can bear it.

They had been able to survive the winter in the past, and now they could survive even better with a goal in mind.

Today the general asked General Shen to tell them that they would no longer have to sleep on the floor, as the second son of the Pang family had gone into the city to prepare tents for them.

This news excited them for a long time, and they were looking forward to the arrival of Mr. Pang Er.

Finally, before the sky completely darkened, Master Pang II entered the camp with a large amount of supplies.

Pang Yunche is not Pang Yunjin, and he doesn’t know anything about the Jingzhong Camp.

He held the pancake in his hand woodenly, looking at the young general who was looking at him expectantly.

Don't look at it, I can't eat it.

Helplessly changing the subject, he asked, "Didn't you have a place to shelter from the wind and rain before?"

The young general scratched his head and looked at the second son of the Pang family suspiciously. He was a member of the Pang family. Didn’t he know the good things his father had done?

"Second Master Pang, don't you know these things?"

Pang Yunche shook his head. He didn't pay attention to military affairs, so how would he know?

At this time, Shen Zhao and Shen Tianci came over.

Shen Tianci glanced at Pang Yunche and instructed the young general, “Come and talk to Mr. Pang Er about how our Northwest Army is living.”

Chen Zhao looked at the young general and said, "Talk to Mr. Pang about everything, no matter how big or small." In fact, she also wanted to know how much suffering the Northwest Army under her father and brother had suffered in places she could not see.

The young general looked at the two generals somewhat at a loss, and said uncomfortably:

"There's not much to say during the day, except for training and choosing where to sleep at night."

Pang Yunche frowned, "Why do you have to choose where to sleep at night?"

"Because we have no tents or houses, and no land to build them on, when night falls, we all seek shelter and lie down on the ground, close together, with our clothes on. It's bearable in spring and autumn, but it's hard to endure in winter and summer."

The young general spoke lightly, and all sorts of feelings welled up in the hearts of the three people who listened.

"In the summer, mosquitoes, snakes, and rats often crawl over us. It rains a lot in the summer, and we often get woken by the rain while half asleep."

The young general joked to himself, "It's quite cool, just think of it as God giving us a cold shower."

The more cheerful the tone, the more uncomfortable Shen Zhao felt.

The summer rain is fast and sudden. Do people who are sleeping really feel good when it hits them?

How many people will catch a cold because of this, and they don’t even have a place to shelter from the rain.

Pang Yunche frowned and said nothing, but he looked at Chen Zhao with an unfriendly look.

How can he be a general and be so harsh to his soldiers?

Shen Tianci looked the calmest among the three, as he had experienced everything the young general had said.

"It's very cold in winter, and most of us don't have cotton-padded clothes. The few we have are for the elderly, and those clothes are cold and stiff, so they don't keep us out of the cold much."

"We all huddled together for warmth, so we could get through the day, but it was tough at night."

"The young and strong will form a circle on the outside, and the older and younger ones will be enclosed inside, so that they can suffer less."

"If it rains or snows, it becomes even more difficult. Many people can't even sit still and run around the training grounds all night to keep themselves warm."

"We dread rainy and snowy nights the most. Our thin layers of clothing are already barely enough to keep out the cold wind. If we get soaked by rain, we'll feel like we're covered in ice for days... Many of our brothers didn't make it. Actually, there weren't only four thousand of us when we first arrived in Kyoto..."

As the young general spoke, his eyes became redder and redder, and he thought of their most difficult times and the time when he lost his brothers.

When they first arrived, there were not exactly 4,000 of them, and they were not this weak.

Now there are only 4,000 of them left. The brothers who used to be strong and healthy have been tortured for the past two years and their bodies are almost ruined.

The wave of people who couldn't hold on are gone.

Chen Zhao's eyes turned red, and Pang Yunche sniffed hard.

He turned around and looked at Shen Zhao rudely:

After you provide the great god cat to eat raw pickled body swap, the general tore his white moonlight