"When you first joined the army, you were a seventh-rank lieutenant. Now, even though you are only a Dutou, you are still better than many others." Zhong Jiaqing stretched out his index finger and pointed at himself, "Thirty years ago, I As a result of the great victory at Huluhe, I killed thousands of enemies, and then I was transferred to the seventh-grade Wu Yilang, with an increased reward for commanding, and I killed fifty iron pagodas. Is it considered a great victory?"
Mo Yefeng shook his head in frustration: "That doesn't count."
Zhong Jiaqing smiled and said, "You kill enemies just for promotion?"
Mo Lingfeng said truthfully: "Yes."
"I heard that Commander Mo Jiedu was not in good health," Zhong Jiaqing said with a hint of a hero's twilight sigh, "Your Mo family has been withering away in your generation. You are worried that once Commander Mo Jiedu leaves, what will happen to you?" To be eaten dry and wiped clean?"
"No way?"
"Yes, so you want to do your job and keep the Mo family? Killing Tiefu Tu is a feat you handed over?"
"yes."
"It's useless," Zhong Jiaqing slowly taught her, "I don't know how Mo Jiedushi sent you here, but obviously there is a rift with Wang Zhizhou, and promotion is not easy, and Wang Zhizhou suppresses you , it’s really difficult for you to get promoted in real terms. I can decide who will be the leader, but I can’t decide how to lead a battalion with 500 people.”
"Is there no other way?"
"Yes," Zhong Jiaqing smiled kindly, "As loyal as I am, ready to die for the country at any time, sooner or later, you will be able to become a female general who will attract the attention of the world."
"Hey" Mo Lingfeng was neither loyal nor willing to die for his country, so he lowered his eyes, stared at his toes, and sighed regretfully.
A glimmer of light flashed in Zhong Jiaqing's smiling eyes, and he showed a little extra compassion for this poor little girl: "You will be promoted all the way until you are promoted to the fifth rank. Naturally, it will be known to the whole world. By then, who can suppress you? ?”
He put the teacup to his mouth again and took a sip - the military seemed simple, but in fact it was very complicated and intricate. Mo Lingfeng only occupied an inconspicuous corner among them.
"This time you have made great achievements in drawing the map and killed the enemy bravely. I will write to the army and request that you be transferred from Zhonghou to the sixth-rank Youwu doctor based on your merits. It is a meritless transfer. I believe no one will stop you."
Mo Lingfeng thanked Zhong Jiaqing, walked out of the tent dejectedly, and returned to his room.
She rubbed her heels together, threw her shoes to the ground, took off her light armor, and threw herself on the bed.
She stretched out her hand to wipe her sweat, turned over and lay down, squinting at the chess ceiling above her head. The wooden boards were one square after another, pieced together to form a simple but huge chess board.
There were black spots all over the chessboard. Mo Lingfeng stretched out his index finger and pressed the words "Zhong Jiaqing" on the chessboard in his mind.
The sixth-grade Youwu doctor was even better than she had imagined.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep without any worries.
Mo Lingfeng's sleep was turned upside down. In his dream, he vaguely heard the sounds of fighting and screaming, as if the door to hell suddenly opened at night, releasing demons and monsters, and taking away the ghosts of those who were unwilling to leave.
The sound only appeared briefly in her dream, and then she felt someone squatting beside her bed - there was the smell of Yin Nan's bloodlust, and the smoky smell of Nomad Qing's cooking.
So she calmed down and went back to sleep.
When she woke up again, it was already noon the next day.
She sat up in the steaming heat, dazedly hanging her legs over the edge of the bed, and inserted her bare feet into her shoes.
Yin Nan had been a maid for a long time and knew that she was still awake in this state. He brought her a cup of herbal tea from the table and then told her a straight story about the battle last night.
Just after midnight last night, the Jinlu army sent troops. Fortunately, the village was well prepared, and the two villages behind also sent troops in time, and they were able to repel the Jinlu.
Mo Lingfeng drank tea slowly and twitched his nose. He smelled the strong smell of blood and the grease smell of burning torches. He knew that last night was not a dream, but that there was a real enemy attack. He finally woke up. It was so dangerous. They were only better than Jin. The army of captives arrived half a day early.
She handed the teacup to Yin Nan: "Clothes."
Yin Nan first took two summer socks and handed them to her. She curled up one leg and stood on the bedside, put on the socks slowly, then put on the other foot, pulled off the shoes, put on a goose yellow cross-collar gauze shirt, and wore the same color The large gauze and silk ribbon tied up a thin waist.
After putting on this outfit, she had sweat on her forehead, and by the time she finished putting on the light armor, her temples were already wet.
Putting on the gold necklace, she stretched her waist: "What time is it?"
"It's just after noon."
Mo Lingfeng touched his flattened belly, stepped out, and opened the door. All he could see were soldiers in chaos. There were people from his own village and those from the back village. There were countless injured, sitting or lying down. Waiting for healing.
The military doctor of the medical hospital led his disciples to inspect them one by one. Those with minor injuries were given gold sore medicine. Those with serious injuries were first applied with medicine and then transported to the medical hospital in the rear for gradual treatment. Those who were seriously injured and without medical treatment could only apply a large amount of gold sore medicine and drink a bowl of decoction. The effect - leave it to fend for itself.
The intense treatment made people feel an unspeakable restlessness in their hearts. They could not stand or sit still. A large amount of sweat and blood poured out, and those who were seriously injured quickly withered and died.
Mo Lingfeng glanced past the injured and walked to the back camp.
There was a big stove in the back camp, and the pot was full of medicine. There was another small stove for cooking. The white heat burned like fire. Behind the pot stood a sweaty soldier. When he saw Mo Lingfeng, he immediately shouted. With a cry of "Modu Tou", he opened the lid of the pot at the same time, took out two of the best white flour steamed cakes, put them in a bowl, twisted out a pinch of sugar, and sprinkled them on.
The Zuo Route Army all knew that Xiao Dutou had to dip his steamed cakes in sugar.
Yin Nan took the bowl. Mo Lingfeng was so hot that he couldn't help but sweat. He also had no appetite for the two steaming steamed cakes. For the sake of the sugar, he managed to finish it and went back to drink a large bowl of tea. .
After drinking the water, she saw Zhong Jiaqing looking from the top of the fort and ran up like a little flattery.
Zhong Jiaqing was arranging the deployment of defenses. He glanced at Mo Lingfeng out of the corner of his eye. He was accustomed to her being around him, so he ignored her and continued talking to several commanders.
Mo Lingfeng wiped his sweat.
The undershirt was soaked in patches with sweat and clung to his back. After the hot wind blew, even the gauze shirt became damp. The sweat soaked into his forehead and made his eyelashes crinkle.
While listening to Zhong Jiaqing's words, she looked into the distance. As she was looking, suddenly a strong wind blew, stirring up the yellow sand and blocking the sun's shadow. Zhong Jiaqing shouted, and everyone on the top of the fort squatted down. Clinging to the stone wall, the people in the village hurriedly ran to cover the wounded soldiers.
The wind became stronger and stronger, turning into a violent wind. Every sand dune, large and small, disappeared, and the village almost shook. In an instant, everything was dim and yellow, making it difficult to move even an inch.
Mo Lingfeng buried her head to avoid the wind and sand. Suddenly she felt something fell on her head. She quickly stretched out her hand to grab it. Unexpectedly, what fell on her head was a living thing and it was still moving. She was startled immediately. She held on tighter and wouldn't let go. , want to see what it is.
