Chapter 11: Sergeant Ding Yong, you are too biased.

The soldier Ding Yong was originally a farmer's son.

On the day of his coming of age, he would pay homage to his ancestors in the ancestral hall, eat a bowl of longevity noodles prepared by his mother, and then be drafted into the army according to the law.

Hearing that they were about defending their country, the new recruits were all very excited.

Ding Yong had a brand new military uniform and a pair of military boots that were not new but pretty good.

He was very proud of his new look.

"When will the assignment be? I just want to go back to Twelve Forts and let Miss Xinghua see me." After the training, Ding Yong was exhausted, but he still felt happy in his heart.

The girl Xinghua from Xiaoyan Village had been his childhood sweetheart.

The food in the recruit camp is also good, with wheat-baked flatbreads and vegetable porridge, which are so delicious.

"Everyone else wants to go to the Central City, but you want to go to the Twelve Castles. What an idiot you are." The old soldier in charge of training chewed the biscuit with big mouthfuls.

"Sergeant, are there any requirements for where we will be assigned?" A curious recruit came over to ask.

The old soldier glanced at them sideways, and only began to speak slowly when someone smart came over to rub his shoulders and back.

"There are three armies defending the northern border. Needless to say, the Linghe County garrison on the front line faces the nomadic bandits of the Qiyan Wushi tribe every day. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven!"

The recruits held their breath. Even though they felt that going to the battlefield was far away from them, they were still inevitably a little scared.

The old soldier's eyes were full of vicissitudes, and whenever it rained, the injured parts still ached slightly.

"As for the Second Army, it's stationed in various territories, like Longsha Town, Twelve Forts, and Yusai Pass. They're safe, but there's no money to pay them." He clapped his hands. "Wherever you're assigned, you'll still have to rely on farming to support yourself."

"Ah?" The new recruits were surprised. When they were recruited, they were told that they would receive a monthly salary.

Ding Yong was also very disappointed. He had planned to save some money and go home to beg his parents to propose marriage to Xinghua's family.

"This Third Army—the Central City Defense Troops—is a place where the government office takes shelter." The veteran soldier smiled proudly. "We'll get paid, and we can rely on the natural defenses of Meishan Mountain to defend the city!"

He saw the anticipation on everyone's faces, and vaguely saw himself full of joy and happiness many years ago.

"Alright, now that you've rested enough, let's get moving! Today we're going to learn flag commands. Different colored pennants have different meanings..."

Three months passed like this, and the ignorant Ding Yong was assigned to the central capital city by luck of the draw.

"Heh, you've got a lucky break, kid." The veteran slapped him on the back of the head. "From now on, if you join my team, you'll have plenty of Guiji's hot stew."

Ding Yong just laughed foolishly.

From summer to winter in the blink of an eye.

Until the battle the night before, blood gushed out like a floodgate, and burned like flames, lighting up the night.

"Get out, get out!" The old soldier's throat had been cut by the enemy's scimitar. He was gasping for breath and could not speak.

He tried hard to move his lips, not to scold Ding Yong, but to tell him to roll over to avoid the horse's hooves.

"Sergeant!" Ding Yong was lying in the mud, and the hardwood spear handle had been knocked to the ground long ago.

He ignored the sharp pain in his arm, grabbed the caltrops on the ground and stabbed them hard into the horse's legs, refusing to give up even if blood was flowing.

The memory after that is already fuzzy.

He only knew that Miss Gui and a young hero descended from the sky, reversed the situation, and he also saved his life.

But the veteran sergeant who had always taken care of him...

"Here, this hot stew without any spicy ingredients is not to be drunk too much." Gui Zhi'er interrupted his thoughts, "You should eat something light and nutritious."

In order to avoid being seen, she returned to the braised food shop, took out a bowl of soup from her personal space, made some simple preparations, and then hurried back.

There were already beads of sweat on Guizhi'er's forehead.

She was so tired that she sat down on the straw mat to rest. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be her last day in the central city.

Just like fulfilling a child's wish.

Ding Yong looked at the hot soup in front of him. It still had the familiar cinnamon, star anise, and fennel, but it was a little bland without the chili oil.

There was also a small piece of tender pork ribs in it.

What you eat is what you gain is the simplest principle.

Ding Yong sniffed his nose, rubbed his red eyes, and picked up the bowl of soup uncomfortably.

I took a sip and it was a little salty, and tears started falling into the bowl.

"Eat more meat to grow!" The old soldier picked up a piece of duck wing with chopsticks and threw it into Ding Yong's bowl.

"Captain, you are too biased." The others started to jeer.

Everything was like a dream.

Having experienced the cruelty and horror of war, Ding Yong still can't understand why he was so excited when he thought about it.

But after drinking a bowl of hot braised soup, all his guilt, uneasiness and fear seemed to be soothed.

"I must kill all the Danu people and avenge the sergeant!" Ding Yong roared in a low voice.

Guizhi'er didn't care. She had already stood up and prepared to go to the command camp.

Find Prefect Liu, hand over the □□, and ask for a pass to leave the city, and you're done.

"Beep, system prompt: Mission progress 98.2%."

It was a long-lost electronic sound. Gui Zhier seemed to be frozen in place in disbelief.

Moved? The task progress has moved!

Guizhier slowly turned around and looked at the empty bowl in Ding Yong's hand.

This broth was left over from earlier. After it was stewed to a boil, the fat from the ribs melted into the broth.

Although it smells good, it's a bit greasy.

To sum it up in four words, it is mediocre. Why can it promote the progress of the task?

Guizhier couldn't understand.

"Young lady, the prefect asked me to take you there." The butler walked in with a smile on his face, nodding and bowing.

"Ah! Okay, please lead the way." Guizhier retracted her gaze and suppressed her inner excitement.

There has been a change of plans.

Inside the command camp, a crudely drawn map of the northern border was placed on the table.

On one side are scattered documents, pens, ink and other items, and weapons and battle flags are hung on the wall, which is solemn and dignified.

Liu Shanyuan wore a purple-black fox fur coat, like a cloak, revealing a noble and calm temperament.

In his hand, he held a white copper hand warmer with a hollowed-out pattern of the Three Friends of Winter on the lid.

The hand warmer is very small, with coal ground into fine powder and formed into cakes in the middle, which can burn for a whole day.

Liu Shanyuan was staring at the map with a frown.

"Hello, young lady." Luan Shuangbai bowed.

Even though he knew that Guizhi'er was already betrothed, he forgot to change his words for a moment.

The young general was not as concerned about his appearance as Liu Shanyuan. His casual clothes were neat and clean, and he could ride into battle immediately.

"Greetings, my Lords. Here are the drawings you requested." Guizhier unfolded the rolled-up cowhide. "I studied and made this to make it easier for hunting in the mountains."

It can be clearly seen in the picture that the structure of the crossbow is divided into three parts: arm, bow, and mechanism.

The key component is the sight, which is even marked with scales to adjust the angle of the crossbow's firing according to the target distance.

When the hanging knife is pulled, the teeth retract, the string is unhooked, and the arrow shoots out rapidly.

"Let me see." Luan Shuangbai leaned over eagerly, his eyes fixed on the drawing, and a three-dimensional picture gradually formed in his mind.

Although Liu Shanyuan didn't say anything, his breathing quickened a few beats.

Seeing how clingy the two were, Guizhier felt helpless.

This is just an ordinary repeating crossbow. If you take out a three-bow crossbow with a multi-person twisting shaft, they will probably be shocked.