After Fujiko Jin's explanation, the four finally understood that the two siblings had been expelled from the family.
Qu Xiuwen touched his beard, "Young Master Qian is indeed thoughtful and very good. Go and tell your sister. I believe that my people in Daxia are definitely not greedy for life or fear of death, especially when it comes to dealing with foreign races."
After receiving the support of several people, Fujiko Jin became more confident and went to find Fujiko Yun boldly.
After a while, the whole Zhuangzi was in a panic. After a loud noise, Fujiko Jin ran out of the Zhuangzi on horseback alone.
"The eldest brother is like father, and the eldest sister is like mother... The young master's literary talent is getting better and better. It seems that in the future in the temple, he should not be afraid of the verbal battles between the aristocratic family."
"Zhao'er will be king one day, he should be able to do better than me." King Xia Wen said calmly.
The three of them were shocked: "My lord, you are in your prime."
"Ahem~~~!" King Xia Wen took away the handkerchief, revealing a bright red color on it.
"I know my body well. The doctors can't tell the cause of the disease. How many years can I survive?" King Xia Wen's eyes were dim. After being a king for decades, who would want to die right away, but his body won't allow it.
I still remember clearly a few decades ago, when I first succeeded to the throne, he was so energetic and young, and time flew by. Decades flew by like a white horse, too fast, too fast.
"Dong dong dong~~~~!"
"Come in~~!"
Fujiko Yun came over with a few tenant farmers carrying the stove. "Yang Gan said, let General Tian Zong take these things to the military camp. They may be put to some use in the next winter."
Tian Zong noticed her strange behavior, "Does it give you a headache to ask your brother to join the army? You must be reluctant to do so."
"Only we, brother and sister, depend on each other for life, but if he is a man, the man should go out and plunder the Huns. This is a matter that I, the people of Daxia, will do my duty to do, and there is nothing I can't bear to do."
The four people's eyes lit up, such a woman is not usually seen.
Compared to Fujiko Jin's excitement and Fujiko Yun's worry, Yang Qian was unlucky today. He had just arrived at the camp on horseback when a dog ate shit and his horse fell to the ground.
Yang Gan was thrown into disgrace and quickly looked at his horse, which had been following him from Shoucheng.
He is a nostalgic person and will not change weapons, equipment, or mounts unless necessary.
Weapon replacement was not easy in the past, but the mount saved his life in the Battle of Shoucheng. Yang Qian would not abandon it unless necessary.
The two women dismounted in panic and started to investigate. Groups of soldiers from the military camp also ran over. The blind man couldn't hear such a big movement.
"General Yang~~~~"
"General Yang, why did you fall off your horse?"
"What are you looking at? Go and help him up."
"Please, General Yang is so powerful that even if his horse falls to death, he will be fine."
When they saw two strange-looking women beside Yang Gan, the soldiers immediately panicked.
"Oh my God, how can there be such weird-looking people in the world?"
"Could it be a monster?"
"Blessed by my ancestors, I never want to see them like this again."
"Why is the hair red and yellow?"
After checking the condition of the war horse, Krisna said clearly, "The hoof of the war horse is cracked. I can't tell what the specific situation is."
"You haven't studied war horses?"
"We have almost no cavalry in this country."
Yang Qian twitched the corner of his mouth and could only ask a veteran to come over and check. With just one glance, the veteran understood what was going on.
"General Yang, how much did you carry?" the veteran said with strange eyes.
"What's the meaning?"
"The war horse's hooves cracked because it couldn't bear the weight."
"This is a war horse. Can't it carry this little thing?"
Yang Gan couldn't understand. He liked cold weapons and would look up historical documents and techniques, but he had no research on war horses.
In his impression, the carrying capacity of war horses is very amazing. Take the heavy cavalry as an example. It should not be a problem to carry three to four hundred kilograms. The things he carries don't seem to be that heavy.
"Reporting back to General Yang, this kind of war horse is the worst. Moreover, this war horse is too old and its carrying capacity is obviously insufficient. Now that the hoof is cracked, the horse is useless. Even after it is cured, it cannot be a war horse."
He lifted the horse up, took off the weapons on it and threw them on the ground. A bronze shield, a folding halberd, a hard bow, two bundles of arrowheads, and a box of books. It seemed that the war horse was really not good, and he only had two weapons. More than three hundred kilograms.
"Come, take it to the tent for me, general." He ordered the two women and walked towards the tent.
A veteran tried to pick up the bronze shield on the ground, but heard a "click", and the veteran immediately covered his legs in pain.
"My old waist."
"What's going on? What's going on?" Several soldiers came over with concerned expressions on their faces.
The veteran bared his teeth and said, "Be careful when you take it. General Yang's things are too heavy."
A new recruit smiled and said, "Tsk, you are old." He was about to pick up the bronze shield.
"Huh?" After using some force, the recruit was stunned for a moment, and then he really used his strength to pick up the bronze shield.
"Ah~~~General Yang's shield is solid?" He said with a surprised expression while holding the bronze shield with both hands.
It's not that the soldiers couldn't pick it up. The veterans used the wrong strength. The strength of the new recruits was very good, but the shields of the same size were at least several times worse than expected.
After all, soldiers still have armor and weapons when they go to the battlefield, so it is indeed too heavy.
"What's the weight of yours? Come and see General Yang's halberd. It's five or six times heavier than an ordinary halberd."
The surrounding soldiers were dumbfounded for a moment. How could they still fight with these two weapons? An ordinary halberd is actually only about five kilograms.
Yang Qian's halberd has reached an insane thirty kilograms. We don't have the concept of kilograms, but for people who have been exposed to weapons for a long time, they can accurately detect it after weighing it a few times.
A soldier murmured, "Don't make the general angry, otherwise we will all be beaten to death by him."
The soldiers nearby nodded in unison.
After Yang Gan came to the camp, he immediately found someone to make the military tent bigger.
"General, general, there are no tents." Ran Jing said helplessly, holding up his hands.
Yang Gan said in disbelief, "You, you told me that there are no military tents in the military camp? Do you think I'm stupid?"
He sat down in his seat with his feet on the desk and looked unbelieving.
"General, due to the continuous recruitment of new soldiers, there are not enough military tents. Originally, there were only ten people in each military tent, but now many military tents are filled with more than a dozen people. Just wait for Yuntong to transport the military tents."
Yang Gan was helpless. God's calculations are not as good as those of others. He originally planned to let Krisna and Belika share a military tent, but Tian Zong disagreed and had no choice but to live with him.
I like to keep it simple, so I make the military tent smaller, get some cabinets, and a big wooden barrel. I can live comfortably and won't have trouble finding things because of the large space. Now I'm fine. What should I do? ?
Krisna now understands the language here and understands what Yang Gan is worried about, so she can't help but speak.
"We are all loyal to you. There is no inconvenience in living together. In fact, strictly speaking, we are your people."
"Oh~~ I know, but you have to understand that our country is not as open as your country. We are based on etiquette, and etiquette is the most important. Even if I go beyond some etiquette, I will be criticized and cause unnecessary trouble. "
"Don't worry, since we live here, we will also follow the etiquette and rules here, but do you really think we are ugly? Don't you even have the idea of living with us?"
"I'm still a child." Yang Gan showed an innocent expression.
"Too bad you're not cute at all."
Yang Qian, who pretended to be cute and innocent, suddenly had a frozen expression, "Oh my god, this is a chat terminator."
"Here comes someone."
"General~~~!"
"Are you a veteran?"
"Yes, General."
Yang Gan took a sip of water and asked, "Tell me, why is it that no one talks about me bringing women into the military camp? I remember, Da Xia Lv, anyone who enters the military camp will be killed?"
"Back to the general, this refers to the ordinary and middle-level officers. According to the general practice, there is no problem for the general to bring a few concubines. As long as they do not leave the military tent, no one will take care of them."
Yang Qian and Ran Jing suddenly realized that Ran Jing was also a new recruit and didn't know the key.
Seeing Ran Jing's expression, Yang Gan smiled and said, "What, you also want to bring a woman into the military camp?"
Ran Jing's heart trembled, and he cupped his hands and said, "Don't dare!"
Yang Gan stood up and hugged his shoulders warmly, "Don't pretend to be cool, train your troops for me properly, and follow what I gave you. Don't you have a separate tent? How about I let you take a woman with you after you perform a meritorious service?"
Ran Jing had a panicked look on his face, but Yang Qian didn't notice it.
"Thank you, General."
If the previous military tent was slightly spacious, when the two military couches were moved into the back tent, the space suddenly became smaller. There were cabinets and barrels on one side, so the military couch could only be placed together with Yang Qian's bed. The person who arranged it He is also a veteran, and he understands what General Yang wants to do.
After asking the two women to clean up, Yang Qian covered his head and carefully dug out the memories in his head. Not to mention, at a young age, his memory has doubled. It will take him a lifetime to have such a good memory.
Except for weapons, the usual drawings are almost full of bumps and bruises, but this time it is something related to your life, so you must not be too careless.
"Master Ouye, Master Ouye~~~" Yang Qian walked towards the blacksmith camp.
A dark-skinned old man came out and bowed his hands in a formal manner, "Hey, General Yang, is there anything you want to build?"
Yang Qian was stunned and smiled, "You still understand me."
"That's not true. When General Yang meets me when he has nothing to build, he will only call me old guy. He will only call me master when he wants to build something."
"Pfft~~~! This old boy is very vindictive."
Yang Gan put on a smile, and he had to be more attentive when asking for help, otherwise he would be in trouble if he was dissatisfied with something.
"I have a big gift for you."
