When soldiers get together, they inevitably chat. The topics are all over the place, ranging from local customs and specialties of their hometowns to strange and unusual stories they've heard before, and even stories from their time in the military…
Yinreng was assigned to the third squad. This squad was originally an elite force, and this elite force was further divided into three squads. The difference lay in the roles they played in cooperation on the battlefield and the tasks they undertook.
Their team had more than a dozen people, and in a short time, the Indians had become very familiar with them, and they could even talk to the other two teams.
Two of them came from slightly better backgrounds. One was the son of a local gentry family. His father insisted that he study, but he didn't want to study, so he ran away to join the army. However, the pampered young master actually managed to establish himself in the army, which really surprised his father. From then on, his father stopped forcing him to study.
Another family even had a noble title, but he was a son born out of wedlock in a collateral branch. If it were during the Marquis's final battle, they would naturally be family, and he would be the Marquis's grandson, so his status would naturally be higher. However, the Marquis passed away, and his legitimate son inherited the title, making him a member of a collateral branch, not to mention an illegitimate son. He was not valued in the family. As his mother's eldest son, and with a younger sister, he immediately chose to join the army, hoping to make a name for himself and return to support his mother.
Of course, many more were from impoverished families who couldn't afford to eat, or even joined the army for the few taels of silver they could earn. They were desperate and only joined because they didn't have to eat their family's food and could get military pay to help them get back home.
Yinreng was very interested in everything about them. He wasn't the type to talk much; he would just look at people with his bright, warm eyes. His lips were upturned, and even without showing any expression, he gave off a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.
If you are speaking, Yinreng will feel encouraged when he looks at you, making him unable to help but speak out.
Soldiers, used to their time in the army, are generally unrefined and loud; they rarely see someone as refined as the Crown Prince. They scratched their heads. The Crown Prince was approachable and had never said anything abusive, but being stared at by those eyes actually made them feel a little embarrassed!
"This food is really tasteless. I'm still thinking about the mutton at home..." a burly man sighed.
The other man next to him, who looked a little thinner, rolled his eyes at him and said, "Hu San, you're not that delicate. You've been craving that lamb liver for years!"
Hu San remained silent, glaring at him with his neck stiff.
However, the people around them are used to their bickering.
Yinreng listened in a daze.
That lamb liver...it's said that when Hu San was selected to join the army, his mother bought it from a family in the village.
They couldn't afford mutton, and they had never eaten mutton before. They only bought a portion of lamb liver and stir-fried it into a pitiful little dish.
Then the mother and son reluctantly ate it, and this became Hu San's most cherished memory of leaving his hometown. Even after Yinreng came, he heard about it several times.
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