Fighter of the Destiny

The two paintings are signed with the same five characters.

A great general in Banya.

When Chen Changsheng saw these five words, his first reaction was that he was very energetic, but after a moment he felt so lonely.

I am a general, how proud I am.

Naihe is the general of the remote Banya Racecourse.

And he is a great general.

Vigor and loneliness, two feelings that are difficult to put together, come together like this and appear on paper.

Chen Changsheng looked behind the desk and saw books everywhere on the wall shelves. There were profound explanations of Taoism and ordinary Chinese novels. The common feature was that they were very clean. It was very difficult to do this in a place with constant wind and sand all year round. , but he can understand why.

——He used to use that method to clean the books in the library of the National Education Academy.

He had already guessed that this was Rob's room. He was even more curious when he thought that this person actually carried a rare space artifact with him. At this moment, he suddenly smelled a fragrance. He looked for it and found half a bowl on the bookshelf. The leftover yogurt was white and tender, with a cherry on top and some sesame seeds sprinkled on it. He couldn't help but pick up the half bowl of yogurt and inspect it, confirming that it was not the food in the military camp, but probably the snack Rob made himself last night.

At this point, Chen Changsheng was really convinced, and even felt a little ashamed of himself.

From Xining Town to Kyoto, he has seen countless young talents, monastic geniuses, senior brothers Yu Ren, Gou Hanshi, Zhe Xiu, Xu Yourong, and even himself, but he has never seen such an all-rounder - all Genius in the field.

Yes, in Chen Changsheng's opinion, this young officer named Rob can be said to be almost perfect.

——Fortunately, although this person's medical skills were good, he was still not as good as himself, he comforted himself.

The whistling and hitting of sand and stones outside the window gradually became quieter, and several sharp bamboo flutes could be heard faintly in the distance, followed by the sound of footsteps.

There were several pulling sounds outside the wall, and the springs of the crossbar machine behind the door and window automatically popped open, and Rob walked in.

The sun shines into the house again, and is dispersed by the remaining wind and sand, giving the whole picture an ancient flavor, which is very beautiful.

Everything happened too fast, and Chen Changsheng didn't have time to put the yogurt bowl in his hand back on the bookshelf.

Anyone who sees this picture will think that he is about to eat yogurt secretly.

Rob probably thinks so too.

The atmosphere in the room was awkward.

A moment of silence.

Rob turned and walked outside the house and said, I'm going to look at the grass.

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The reason why the imperial court of the Zhou Dynasty set up a horse farm in a remote mountain like Banya was because the meadows here were covered with the frost grass that Long Xiang horses loved to eat. As the chief official, Luo Bu went to see the grass after the sandstorm. It was a matter of course, but Chen Changsheng, who was holding the yogurt bowl at the time, knew very well that it was just an excuse. Just like when he quickly said that he wanted to watch the grass and followed the other person out of the house, he just found an excuse to put the yogurt bowl down as naturally as possible.

The wind and sand have stopped, but the traces of the ravages are still very clear. The camp and stable buildings have not been damaged in any way, but the two chain arrow huts in the distance need to be repaired. What is more troublesome is that the frost grass all over the mountains and fields is covered with frost grass. A thick layer of ash.

Except for having a slightly bad temper, the dragon horse can basically be said to be a perfect war mount, but no cavalry will ignore the importance they attach to the cleanliness of the forage. There is definitely no way for them to eat the frost grass in the mountains without cleaning it, and With the number of sergeants at Banya Racecourse, it is impossible to clean them manually. Both humans and horses can only wait for rain to fall from the sky.

Perhaps because of this reason, the hundreds of dragon horses on the pasture beside the stream were a little agitated. From time to time they made loud noises and kicked the stones in the meadow. The soldiers were cursing while cleaning up.

With the appearance of a figure, Long Xiangma suddenly became much quieter, and the soldiers were even more silent.

That figure was Rob.

Rob did not lecture, but waved his hand, indicating that everyone should continue working.

People knew that the general was not in a bad mood today and became relaxed again.

At this time, a soldier who had gone to deliver medicine saw Chen Changsheng next to Rob. He was very surprised and shouted.

Banya Racecourse rescued two drug dealer brothers and sisters who fell from the mountain. For these soldiers who had nothing to do all year round and had never even seen the demons, it was the latest thing in the past few years. Many people were worried about this. Knowing this, he even secretly went to that room to see Chen Changsheng. The soldiers who had chatted with Chen Changsheng were already familiar with him and came over to congratulate him.

Little cripple, can you finally get up?

The little cripple can finally go to the ground?

You little cripple, can you come out and bask in the sun?

The soldiers at Banya Racecourse always called Chen Changsheng Little Cripple because he was young, naturally tender-faced, and was seriously injured in bed. There is no malice in this title. Chen Changsheng has lived with the rest of his senior brothers since he was a child, and he does not have much resistance. He just feels that his meridians are only temporarily interrupted, not really disabled. This title is wrong, so he cannot accept it, so every day Each time I would correct the other person very seriously.

But the more seriously he refused, the more the officers and soldiers at Banya Racecourse liked to call him this, as if they wanted to tease him deliberately. However, what made the officers and soldiers feel a little helpless was that they could never see his face while lying on the bed. The angry mood is always so calm.

Just like now.

I'm not crippled.

Chen Changsheng looked at the people and explained, As you can see, I can get out of bed and walk around now.

Someone joked: Still limping? How about you take two more steps?

Chen Changsheng was very obedient and took two steps while supporting his body with a branch.

He had just been able to get up at night, and he kept moving around, which was a big burden on his still weak body. At this time, he took a few steps and became a little unsteady, which made the soldiers rush forward to support him.

A soldier yelled from the side: Don't be brave. Besides, what does it matter if you can take two more steps? We are the front line and the racecourse. When you can mount the horse, then it will be considered really good.

He meant well, but it sounded like a mockery to everyone, and they all laughed.

The dragon horse raised at Banya Racecourse is the main mount of the black armor cavalry. It is extremely brave on the battlefield, has a great temper, and is very resolute. Even the most elite cavalry wants to take a dragon horse as a mount. , and also needed to get along with it for a hundred days to establish a stable relationship. Now Chen Changsheng had to be supported by others to stand firm. How could he ride on the back of Long Xiangma?

Rob had been silent until this moment. The corners of his lips hidden in his beard raised slightly, and his eyes became a little indifferent. Only those closest to him knew that this showed that he was not in a very good mood at this time.

He was not satisfied with the jokes his subordinates made on Chen Changsheng.

What surprised him was that Chen Changsheng was not angry yet, and his face was still full of smiles.

Although the smile was faint, it was not fake, it was very real.

Hundreds of dragon horses walked from the edge of the stream to the depths of the pasture. Reflecting the growing morning light, they arrived near the crowd.

One horse suddenly stopped and turned to look at the crowd, somewhat confused as to what was going on.

Finally, its eyes fell on Chen Changsheng, as if thinking, why is this young man smiling so happily?

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(After half a year, I finally returned to Daqing. I am happy, and even more emotional. I have all kinds of emotions. I don’t know where to put them. I just hope that we are all well and wish you the best.)