Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

In the training room, Qin Xiuyuan, wearing heavy armor, fought with his bare fists, while Tang Bo and Zhang San were armed with weapons, performing a one-on-two close combat exercise.

The result is self-evident. He was both powerful and invulnerable to swords and guns. He knocked one person away and kicked another person over with his bare hands.

"Young Master, you are so imposing before heading into battle! Even before the battle, Old Tang was already thinking of retreating. This time, Young Master will surely return victorious and make another contribution!"

There have been quite a few armor combat drills in the past few months. Usually, they focus on practicing moves to resolve the situation. Back and forth, we fight to the death. In an instant, the atmosphere is murderous and the momentum is shocking, which is daunting. He and Zhang San have not even been able to exert half of their combat strength.

The dull sound of flesh crackling moved Wangshu, who was watching, and he couldn't help but think of the heroic spirit of a man fighting on the battlefield and his heroic spirit of maneuvering.

Some people are born for the battlefield.

"A true man, born between heaven and earth, is no different from rotten wood and rotten grass if he is idle and inactive. He must not remain depressed and inferior to others for long. He should be like the Yangtze River, which flows eastward day and night into the vast ocean. He should have the ambition to unite the nine provinces and swallow up the mountains and rivers!"

This is truly a great admiration for the general's lofty spirit!

After he finished sighing, Qin Xiuyuan, who was inexplicably excited, picked him up through his armor. He was cold and hard, and he had no idea where to start. He hit him twice, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and he was overestimating his own abilities.

Wangshu finally came to her senses. This iron giant warrior and she, a delicate human girl, looked so weird no matter how they looked at each other.

Seeing him unconsciously bringing his covered head closer for a kiss, Wangshu leaned back and hid far away, "Hey hey hey! Don't mess around!"

She doesn't want to be affectionate with this pile of fine iron.

Qin Xiuyuan then realized what was on his face. He took off his armor, put on a round-necked robe, and easily rescued the man. He then took advantage of him in this way and that way.

"Thank you, Wangshu."

This set of armor was Wangshu's strong recommendation last year. He and Tang Bo worked together on it, carefully considering the details and drawing on their experience. It cost a fortune. The adjutant's armor was just sheepskin and a breastplate, but this massive piece of armor is forged from pure iron and took two months to craft. It was only completed after I left my post, and after months of practical experience with Tang Bo, the results are truly astonishing.

Qin Xiuyuan placed a bundle of hemp ropes and the armor together. Wangshu, feeling dizzy and limp, couldn't help but wonder, "What is this for?"

"...for hanging heads." He said in a calm tone, leading Wangshu, who was terrified at the words, away from the training room. "Sometimes, when the head is heavy, we cut off the ears and hang them up as proof of the number of enemies killed. Brothers call it the military merit rope."

What? Oh my! It was across his head and hanging on his ears. Wangshu covered his ears in fear. His legs suddenly went limp. Qin Xiuyuan quickly picked him up and said, "What are you afraid of?"

What is there to be afraid of? She hates those bastards in the Time Travel Bureau. Now she is powerless and powerless. She has come to this broken dynasty where people are eaten raw and blood, and people are eaten as pie. What is there to be afraid of!

"Was I too bold towards the general last time..." She would be sent to meet the real King of Hell in a moment's time with the sword raised and fell.

Indeed. "You have made great contributions to grain production. The general appreciates your talent."

Wangshu was listless, pointing out that he was also somewhat discouraged by the previous operation of cutting off the arm to stop the bleeding. "You should first use a cloth strip to stop the bleeding near the heart, making sure the bleeding point is higher than the heart, and then disinfect and apply the powder."

She raised her palm and slid it across his forearm, then lifted his entire arm and made a gesture to tie it over the wound. She pointed to the left side of his chest and said, "Higher than this, water will flow to lower places, and blood will flow more slowly up there. The blood will flow out more freely from here."

As he spoke, Wangshu cheered up again, remembering the promise the person in front of him had made to him. At least he didn't give her the role of a husband who was drunk and violent, and a child who ran around.

I then told him seriously that bleeding from the head and ears couldn't be stopped. "The brain is the center of the body. If you push the blood back, it might cause problems elsewhere. Also, if you have an abdominal injury, you can't drink water or eat anything you want, even if you're thirsty!"

Wangshu asked him to bring Ji Laoer over, "If your throat is blocked and you can't breathe, this is how you can save others or yourself."

Rock-paper-scissors, Heimlich maneuver. Sorry, this might be too advanced. The pillar of this family can't fall. If Qin Xiuyuan is gone, then everything is gone.

Ji Laoer was so stimulated by the gentle pressing of his belly that he laughed. He put her on his knees and massaged her, and jumped for joy. "Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Wangshu couldn't see that she was innocent and had no worries, so he fanned her little butt left and right five or six times. "Haha!" Ji Laoer flapped her arms and turned over, then lay there, rubbing her butt happily.

"Why hit her!" Qin Xiuyuan memorized the movements in his mind, thinking of practicing them with Tang Bo and Zhang San in the afternoon. He saw the little fat boy lying on his stomach, propping up his little head and looking at Wangshu with a milky smile. He moved along her arm and into her arms, babbling, and his little forehead persevered in moving towards the granary.

Qin Xiuyuan: ...Hmm...

Wangshu was speechless and rolled his eyes. "What the hell is going on here?" she asked. "Even if there is, it's not your turn, little brat." He glared at the person opposite him.

Qin Xiuyuan took the fat baby away with one hand, and then put his arm around the fat baby's sister. He was very patient and rubbed the place in his heart that was full of twists and turns. "There is a bounty this time, and it's all given to you, okay? I'll give you the salary too."

Wangshu waved his hand away and jumped up in anger: "Qin Xiuyuan! Ji Laoer will learn!"

As expected, Ji Laoer, who was named, rolled his black eyes around, staring at Wangshu's chest with interest. He turned her little forehead away, and she giggled and turned back, her focus unchanged.

Qin Xiuyuan was sweating:...I was careless!

He quickly sent the cunning Ji Lao Er away, and when he came back he coaxed his fiancée with gentle words for a while, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "I have to prepare to get married when I come back this time!"

It is now the end of March. Last month, Ji's father compared the horoscopes of the two of them again and finally decided on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. The Feng Shui master fooled Ji's father into thinking that this day would benefit his official position and longevity... When he heard that it would bring him good health and longevity, and the last part about benefiting his descendants, he decided on the eighth day.

"Then you should come back soon. Well, it's best to bring gold back."

"it is good."

With Ji Lao Er away, his fiancée was gentle and pleasant, even... Qin Xiuyuan was overjoyed, but he kept his composure and didn't dare to say a word. Wangshu couldn't help himself, so he climbed onto his neck and let the chaos below him...

The man was excited and confessed everything.

He wiped her clean silently, helped her put on her clothes, and took away the handkerchief she was carrying. "Give this to me."

Wangshu had no talent in embroidery and did not put in any effort. His mother Ji took care of his daily clothes and even his wedding dress. The handkerchief he asked for was only for daily use. Sometimes he moved too much, and Wangshu was worried that the sound would be heard through the wall, so she could only bite it in her mouth to muffle the sound.

He wanted this handkerchief with ill intentions, and Wangshu rolled her eyes and indulged him. Until this guy was overjoyed, he pressed down on her again, squeezing and flattening it, and using his fingers to perform magic, she watched helplessly as the handkerchief she had given him was carefully wiped dry by the drunken shrimp Qin Xiuyuan, quickly crumpling it into a ball and stuffing it into his chest.

"Wangshu, you are so nice!" Zuixia was dizzy and highly appreciated her tacit consent to let her do whatever she wanted.

Being praised in this way, Ji Wangshu didn't even have the energy to roll his eyes:...shameless guy!

At this rate, she would never be able to clean this handkerchief in her lifetime. Indeed, as she had imagined, this handkerchief had been overworked in the deserted wilderness, in the makeshift tent... in various places and ways beyond her imagination.