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Chapter 1051 Another New Year’s Eve
Zhu Zhen spent New Year's Eve in the military camp with the soldiers.

This is his second year in Kunming, and his mood this time is completely different from the elation he felt when he and his two beauties visited Dianchi Lake last year. This time there was less complacency and only a heavy responsibility.

The New Year's Eve dinner carefully prepared by Zhu Zhen for the soldiers was a feast, including freshly roasted whole lamb, crispy golden suckling pig, and the addictive mushroom hot pot... Of course, the mushrooms used were all screened by the military hospital and should not be Will eat little people...

As the saying goes, there is no feast without wine, so the prince was extra gracious and allowed the soldiers to drink at the banquet. Although they were all local wines donated by the chieftains, they tasted bland and boring, and some were even very turbid and had to be sifted before drinking. However, the soldiers enjoyed it and drank bowl after bowl. Many people got drunk early in the morning, laughing and chatting silly while holding bottles of wine. He didn't even notice the prince's arrival. He was still drinking and drunkenly minding his own business.

This made Lan Yu, who was accompanying him, extremely angry. He raised his foot and wanted to kick these drunkards up. But Zhu Zhen stopped him and said with a nonchalant smile: "If you're celebrating the New Year, don't do anything that brings disgrace to the scenery."

Seeing their leader's cannibalistic face, the soldiers quickly got up from the ground, but they all staggered and could not stand firmly.

"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry up and pay homage to the prince!?" Lan Yu shouted with a dark face.

"Bye, meet the prince..." The officers and soldiers woke up from a dream and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed. One unlucky guy moved a little too hard and vomited all over the floor.

The smell is beyond ecstasy...

The soldiers didn't bother to cover their noses, they were all worried about the little unfortunate guy.

"Hahaha, this is what people call drunkenness." Zhu Zhen smiled and patted the young man's shoulder, and asked kindly: "Do you want to go back and lie down first?"

"Hahaha, then let's eat again." Zhu Zhen smiled and greeted Xiaoqi and his brothers to sit back.

"Fujian people, they should be very drinkable, right?" Zhu Zhen said with a smile.

Lan Yu's eyes narrowed, but she saw that the prince's smile was still there, and he even bent down to help the young flag official. He then changed his words and spat:

He was so frightened that he kowtowed vigorously and shook his head like chaff: "The villain deserves to die, my lord, please spare my life."

"Go back to your lord, no need. I'll feel better after vomiting it out." The flag officer said sarcastically, "It's just a pity that all the food I ate was wasted..."

"These bastards can get so drunk even if they drink less alcohol than birds!"

He asked the little flag official: "What is your name? Where is your home?"

"Going back to the prince, my name is Yu Min. My ancestral home is Jinjiang, Fujian, and my home is in Nanjing." The flag officer is Yu Min who has returned from injury. I don't know if he is lucky or unlucky, but he has done such a job just after he was discharged from the hospital.

The generals had no choice but to hide away, leaving only Hu Xian to accompany the prince.

Zhu Zhen and the soldiers sat in a circle around the grill. He personally held a knife and cut off the roasted, sizzling and oily lamb legs, and distributed them to the soldiers to enjoy. While chatting with them cordially.

Lan Yu and others also wanted to sit down, but Zhu Zhen expelled them and said, "You guys go aside and don't stop us from talking."

"I don't know how to drink. I have embarrassed Hu Jianren." Yu Min said in shame.

"Hahaha, why don't you drink if you don't know how to drink? Could it be that the brothers insist on making you drink?" Zhu Zhen asked with a smile.

"Hey hey hey..." The soldiers smiled sheepishly, apparently letting Lao Liu say it. This kind of young officer is most likely to be teased by veteran Youzi. "No, it has nothing to do with them. I want to drink it myself." Yu Min refused to admit it. "It's what I want to drink..."

"Why, do you miss your mother during the Chinese New Year?" Zhu Zhen cut a piece of roast mutton and handed it to him.

Yu Min hurriedly took it with both hands, and after thanking her, she shook her head and said, "I miss my mother, but everyone hasn't been home for the New Year in two years. Who misses my mother? I, the flag bearer, can't take the lead in borrowing wine to drink. worry."

"Hahaha, quite responsible." Zhu Zhen couldn't help laughing and said, "Then why do you want to drink?"

"I drank it for the original Master Qianhu. It's the best for him..." Yu Min said with red eyes: "It's a pity that he can't drink anymore..."

The soldiers were also dejected, and many of them sobbed. Obviously, the Senhu-sama should have been popular at first.

"What's his name? Did he die in battle or from illness?" Zhu Zhen asked in a deep voice.

"Our Qian family, whose surname is Qi Taoxiang, died heroically in the battle." Yu Min shouted loudly.

"Qi Xiang..." Zhu Zhen always felt that the name sounded familiar, so he said to Yu Min, "Tell me about him."

"It's the prince. We, Qianhu, were once the emperor's personal soldiers. He led us from Guizhou to Kunming. He was also promoted to deputy commander for his merit. Last autumn, Yang Ju rebelled, and we, old Qianhu, were ordered to lead us. Dabanqiao used 3,000 troops to hold off 80,000 enemy troops for three days and three nights, buying time to rush to transport food."

Yu Min choked up and said, "But there were too many enemies, and we were about to lose our defense the next day. That night, Lao Qianhu led all the brothers who could still fight, and took advantage of the enemy's paralysis to cross the river and attack at night. As a result, It triggered the enemy to bomb the camp, and Yang Ju's group fled dozens of miles in a swarm. It took two days to regroup and fight back. By then we had completed the mission and withdrawn..."

Yu Min wiped away tears again and said: "It's just that Lao Qianhu and most of the brothers who crossed the river were killed in that desperate night attack..."

As he spoke, he slapped himself hard, and said with regret on his face: "I really deserve to die, really! Why did I have to get hurt in advance? If I wasn't hurt, I could have followed Lao Qianhu and the others, woo woo Woo..."

Yu Min must have been extremely sad. She burst into tears in front of the prince and almost collapsed...

The brother next to him quickly whispered to him that the prince was still there, so don't be too embarrassed.

There were also veterans who hurriedly spoke carefully for him: "Our Xiaoqi is usually very nice, but we can't mention Deputy Commander Yu and the Battle of Banqiao. In addition, this is the first time he drinks. Your Majesty, please don't be as knowledgeable as him..."

"It doesn't matter, it's good to cry out. How uncomfortable is it to hold it in your heart?" Zhu Zhen sighed: "And this is not a simple gaffe, but a lie... The sequelae of stress trauma are the result of that tragic war. , the psychological damage caused to him."

"Psychological damage?" The soldiers looked at Xiao Qi who was gradually calming down and couldn't help but think of his depressed state in the hospital.

"Yes, to put it simply, I experienced a tragic battle and witnessed the sacrifice of my comrades who had been together day and night, and we were separated from each other. The pain exceeded the limit of endurance and caused indelible psychological trauma. Even long after the war, I still feel the pain day and night. Suffering from mental torture. Even if you usually try to do nothing, once you encounter stimulation, your emotions will easily collapse."

Zhu Zhen let out a long sigh and said to everyone: "This is nothing to be ashamed of. Just like knife wounds and gunshot wounds, they are all scars caused by war on you."

"And I dare to assert that he is not the only one in the army who is like this... In the past two years of constant battles, many of your soldiers have more or less psychological problems of one kind or another. You must not hide it, but speak it out openly. I, the king, It’s good to prescribe the right medicine.”

(End of this chapter)