The beginning of amnesia in the snow

Li Beibing has strong organizational skills, which is a valuable experience gained by a veteran.

In just one night, the injured defenders in the city were already receiving treatment and recuperation, and patrols and normal training in the city had already begun.

The sun slowly rose from the clouds in the east, and the soldiers began their morning training under the sun. In the general's mansion, Li Beibing was asking the original soldiers about the previous situation here, so as to judge the barbarian's action plan.

When he learned yesterday that the barbarians had suddenly retreated, he had already felt uneasy. He could conclude that the barbarians must have a big battle plan. This was the feeling of a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Combined with the previous question, Li Beibing already had a general idea in his mind.

From the sudden attack of the barbarians on Yingzuisha to the sudden retreat of the enemy, Yingzuisha was not an important city or a strategic location. If it was just harassment, it would be understandable, as it had happened frequently before, but why did they attack the city and then suddenly retreat?

Finally, Li Beibing decided that it was better to take the initiative to attack rather than sit there and wait anxiously. He sent Han Wei to lead a dozen riders to spy on the barbarians. Xu Ziyi and his group, who were training, were inexplicably called away by Han Wei.

Wu Qiyuan asked curiously, "What are we going to do if we don't train?" Xu Ziyi looked at him and said, "Just go and see, don't think too much, hurry up, or you'll be punished." Then he ran to the center of the martial arts arena without looking back. When they heard that they were going to be punished, their curiosity was instantly extinguished. They had experienced the punishment of this instructor, and it was the kind that hurt just by looking at it.

Several people quickly ran over, and Han Wei said seriously: "You have to follow me to gather intelligence at night. You should go back and rest immediately. This matter must be kept strictly confidential. If you dare to leak the information, you will be punished by military law."

Several people in the tent were discussing enthusiastically, completely forgetting Han Wei's instructions just now. Xu Ziyi also guessed the purpose of this investigation.

Xu Ziyi lay on the big bunk bed, closed his eyes and rested. Wu Qiyuan beside him patted Xu Ziyi and said, "Brother, what do you think?"

Xu Ziyi smiled and said, "Close your eyes and watch." Wang Sheng really couldn't stand his pretentious look, so he signaled them not to talk, and when he turned over, he kicked his butt. Xu Ziyi subconsciously touched his butt with his hand, turned his head and said, "Who did it?"

Everyone looked at his funny look and couldn't hold back their laughter any longer.

They laughed. Xu Ziyi saw Wang Sheng's guilty look and realized what was happening. He jumped onto Wang Sheng's back and pressed on the laughing Wang Sheng. Then he said with a smile, "Wang Sheng, you are such a bastard. Kick me now."

Then the laughter of several people became louder, and the two of them kept rolling on the bed.

At night, several people followed Han Wei and rode their horses quickly out of the city. The soldiers on duty under the tower saw them coming quickly and asked, "Where are you going, Centurion?"

Han Wei raised the token he had held in his hand for a long time and said seriously: "I will go to the main city to convey the order under the general's order."

The leading soldier looked at the token in Han Wei's hand, and hurriedly ordered someone to open the city gate.

The soldiers under the city wall were trained by Han Wei himself, and they already trusted Han Wei very much, but they only questioned Han Wei because of orders. Now that Han Wei is acting on orders, they will not have any doubts.

Seeing that the city gate was open, the few people did not waste any more time and drove quickly out of the city.

Under the dark night, the cold wind from the north blew quietly, carrying with it wisps of blood and resentment. When the cold wind blew onto people's faces, it would playfully leave scratches on their faces.

Fine grape wine in the luminescent cup, the pipa music urges me to drink

Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many people have ever returned from the battles in history?

The bright moon of Qin and the fortress of Han, the people of the Long March have not returned yet

But let Longcheng Fei will be there, and don't teach Huma to ride the Yin Mountains

These are true portrayals of the soldiers guarding the borders of the motherland.