Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 14 No regrets
Out of a kind of unclear in their hearts, whether it was guilt, admiration, or everything, Hu Biao and others followed their team leader and started to get busy.

But generally speaking, if you consider the labor intensity and harsh working environment.

The most difficult ones were Lao Yang and Lang Qing, the younger brother of the sewage treatment plant. They were five netizens in total.

For example, Lang Qing, under the scorching sun, not only blocked his nostrils with two small pieces of rags, but also covered his entire mouth and nose with underwear.

Immediately, he made his short and stuffy breathing even more difficult during the work.

no way!He has every reason to do this, all because of the load of gold juice on his shoulders at the moment.

For a person who is used to farm work, a burden that weighs more than a hundred catties is nothing more than that, and it is easy to pick out two miles.

But it was on the body of Lang Qing who had never carried a burden since he was a child, and that heavy weight almost pushed all his shit out.

In fact, this one hundred catty burden is still a trivial matter.

The key is that the so-called golden juice is actually Xiang, or the kind that has just been pulled out from an old pit that has been aged for an unknown number of years.

When this thing was burned and poured down while defending the city, not only could it cause serious burns to the opponent, but the wound infection it caused was almost unsolvable and fatal in this year.

It can be said that it is a cheap but effective means of defending the city.

The above content, Lang Qing is naturally very clear, the only problem is that the taste of these semi-finished golden juice is too strong.

In contrast, the smell he had to face when he was working in a sewage treatment plant was nothing.

But stop picking, let him rest for a while?Lang Qing couldn't say the above statement.

Why?Because now the five of them are picking the gold juice together, and there are some old soldiers who were eliminated by the second cavalry team of the Xuange Battalion to which they belonged.

Due to physical reasons such as physical strength and illness, these old soldiers are now incorporated into some logistics departments, responsible for some lighter work, and no longer participate in daily combat tasks.

With Guo Shuai's order for the whole army to prepare, they also need to act.

So, in front of Lang Qing's eyes at this moment, he saw the backs of old people who were hunched over like prawns, staggering and carrying the golden juice.

I thought of the scene where these people would enjoy a wonderful retirement life in another era.

As a young man, Lang Qing really couldn't do anything lazy.

Finally, on the way to the barracks hut with an empty bucket, Lang Qing, whose shoulders were swollen, asked a hunchbacked old soldier beside him:
"Uncle Qian, you have traveled thousands of miles from home to guard the border in the Western Regions, and you have not returned to your hometown for 50 years. Even burying your bones in your hometown is an extravagant hope. Have you ever regretted it?"

After a long silence, the old soldier called Uncle Qian spit out two words: "No regrets."

When he uttered these two words, this illiterate and ignorant old soldier thought of some experiences he had gained during the time that almost represented his entire life.

Hu people, these barbarians who married their mothers and sisters after their parents died, and even had relationships with sheep.

They are all things that only know to be afraid, but not grateful; only when they are frightened and their spines are broken can they be honest.

Otherwise, as long as they have the opportunity and strength, they will definitely enter Guanzhong and enter Datang.

Not for the emperor who has never seen before, not for the adults who are high in the government, just for the relatives at home.

The whole life I spent in the Western Regions seems to be worth it!

For this reason, after a while, he said again: "I really don't regret it."

It was also within a minute or so before and after that the two sentences of "no regrets" made Lang Qing and Lao Yang grab the final burden of dung in their hands and pick it up in the next time.

Even the gentlemen of these two modern planes felt that their backs were about to be crushed countless times.

As for the other 3 netizens who came to pick shit together, although their movements were getting slower and slower, at least they didn't strike, and they were still gritted their teeth.

What the netizens don't know is that they used to be pampered and never worked at all, but now they grit their teeth and persist.

Without exception, they were noticed by Xiaowei Wang of the Xuange Battalion, and even Guo Xin and Guo Shuai who were standing at the top of the city.

It has to be said that this made them feel good about these decades, the first and only personnel who were officially recruited into the Anxi Army.

The reason why I say this is that over the years, due to actual needs, although the Anxi Army has successively added some soldiers with Hu blood, but they always feel that they are not their own people, which is a bit less meaningful and informal.

From their point of view, Hu Biao and others have never suffered, and they are fine if they lack strength.

After thinking of something, Guo Xin's heart softened inexplicably.

Facing a personal guard with white hair beside him, he arranged a few words...

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Thankfully, no matter how tormented and painful every minute of the morning's work, Hu Biao and his group finally persisted until the noon break.

Although the time was not long, they could finally stop to rest and eat something.

It's just that under the huge consumption, Hu Biao picked up a bowl of water and planned to take a sip, but his hands shook so badly that he almost fell to the ground.

This is the result of severe muscle strain under high-intensity labor.

Not only Hu Biao, but also other netizens are in the same situation.

After finally sitting down, when they thought that this labor had just begun, and it would take two and a half days to finish, all of these bastards' faces were filled with bitterness.

It's not that they are lazy or cowardly, but that their physical strength has reached the limit, and this thing can't be done by willpower alone.

Fortunately, at such a time, an angelic figure appeared.

Team leader Zhang Tiezhu led an old man to Hu Biao and the others who were sitting on the ground like mud, and stopped right there.

While kicking it lightly with his foot, he introduced in his mouth:
"Shangguan didn't get up when he came. What do they look like? I have memorized them well. This is Captain Wang of our Xuange Battalion. Please hurry up and greet him."

After hearing the words, Hu Biao and others were about to struggle to salute, when Captain Wang spoke up, and with an accent similar to that of Hebei, he uttered a huge piece of good news:
"From now on, I will be a brother who eats with a spoon, so there is no need to be polite.

I watched all of your work in the morning, yes, no one is lazy!But looking at you like this, I think you won't be able to do it this afternoon.

In order to prevent you from being exhausted, I will arrange a lighter job for you these few days.

Will you prepare meals?The meeting will be easy, you all go to the kitchen to be cooks for a few days, and buy meals for our Xuan Ge camp these days. "

After hearing such a statement, Hu Biao and others had very complicated thoughts.

On the one hand, they felt a sense of guilt, a feeling of guilt that they let a group of old men do heavy work, but they were lazy.

On the other hand, they felt indescribably relaxed.

After all, the workload of the cook is much, much easier than the heavy physical work of carrying stones, cutting trees, and picking up dung.

How to do?Of course I agreed.

After easily convincing himself with the reason that he couldn't really do it, Hu Biao patted his chest and promised:
"Master Captain, don't worry, we are quite confident in the purchase of meals; we guarantee that after you eat the meals, there is only one word: Mei Di is very~"

Hu Biao's assurance, which he patted on his chest, was not bragging, but a certain degree of confidence.

Because the whole city was mobilized to work, Guo Shuai not only provided food to the soldiers and civilians in the city, but also changed from eating two meals a day to three meals a day, and the food was more abundant than usual.

For example, the food for lunch today is something called 'soup cake'.

This stuff is actually a serving of mutton noodles; in this soup cake, in addition to the full portion of noodles, there are also many large pieces of mutton, which is absolutely authentic.

It's a pity that the chef's cooking skills are too poor, and there are still a lot of blood foam floating on the oily and cloudy broth.

Now far away from the cauldron, the smell of sheep permeates the nose and hits people's skulls.

However, their leader, Cyclops, is already eating the second bowl of this kind of dark food, as if he has never eaten anything good.

Thanks to years of wandering around, Hu Biao, who is still passable in cooking, thought in his heart:

"This side is decent good flour, and the mutton is also decent good mutton. They are all natural and pollution-free things. If you want to buy them in the modern plane, you can't find anywhere.

Even if I do it blindfolded, the food I make will taste better than this stuff, right? "

After seeing Hu Biao's guarantee, Wang Xiaowei said noncommittally:

"Okay! I'll just wait for your good meal; in addition, you can also find Mr. Cang Cao Can Military Zhou, and you can take whatever ingredients you want, just say it's what Guo Shuai ordered~"

After saying that, I left here...

(End of this chapter)