The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

It was they who coaxed the people away before. If they go back, they will have to endure the stares of those people in the Bo's Mansion.

Forget it, he'd better hide.

Han Yang also reacted, "Then I'll go back and take a look. There's something I haven't taken yet. I'll go pack it up and bring it over."

By that time, the Bo family had probably vented their anger.

Kang Ge'er didn't expect the two to "defect" so quickly, and he felt very upset.

"God will kill me."

Kang Ge'er had never been so panicked when he was trapped before, but at this moment his heart was beating like thunder.

He was afraid of the disappointment in his grandmother's eyes, his father's reproach, and his mother's tears. He really couldn't bear it!

Bai Yi went to solve the problem and came back. He found it a little funny to see Kang Ge'er looking so disheartened.

"It's not that serious. At most, I'll just get hit a few times. It's not as serious as when you were injured."

Kang Ge'er didn't enjoy himself when he went to the border. The scars on his body were of varying depths, and some of the old wounds had new ones before they had healed.

There are even scars on his face, brow bone, jaw and ears.

He had planned to write a letter back home to ask for some scar removal ointment, but after thinking it over he decided not to write because he was afraid that his family would worry.

So even though the scars on the face have faded, there are still traces.

He always said that this was the best proof of him.

Kang Ge'er touched his brow bone. This was the place where the injury was most serious, leaving a scar that was concave and looked a bit ugly.

"makes sense."

Near the tent of the generals in the capital, someone saw Kang Ge'er and his group. One of the deputy generals pointed at Kang Ge'er and said to the person next to him, "Is that the guy who often sends intelligence to the army?"

A man threw a piece of wood into the fire, pried it twice with an iron sword, and looked over.

"He's just a stinky brat whose hair hasn't even grown out yet."

The disdain in his tone made the others silent.

It was this kid who hadn't even grown all his hair yet who passed them countless messages. In a sense, it was precisely because of these messages that they were able to predict the movements of Mo Sheng's army in advance.

"Do you know his identity?"

Everyone shook their heads, having never heard of such a person.

"I only remember my last name is Duan, and others call me Hero Duan."

The person who was speaking twitched his lips. It was the first time he was addressed like that.

"Looking at the white-haired and powdered face, he must be some rich young man from a certain family."

The person who spoke was the same person just now, known as Captain Shi.

Now everyone has distanced themselves from this person. This is obviously a sour remark.

The battlefield is not a place for show. What you do or don't do, whether you have the ability or not, are all determined by real swords and real weapons.

Although Hero Duan did not claim the official position, he had fought side by side with him during the breakout of Dahuang City.

Judging from the extent of his achievements, he should be promoted to a captain.

This is still not enough. After all, they don’t know that Kang Ge’er has done more in private, and all of this has been reported to His Majesty.

"Although he's young, he has real skills. This kid has a bright future."

General Han, who had been silent all the time, sighed in his heart when he saw Captain Shi like this. Captain Shi was capable, but his mind was too narrow.

He spoke to smooth things over, but Captain Shi was still obviously unconvinced.

"It's just some tricks, not worthy of public display."

"Hey, Lao Shi, you can't say that. Have you forgotten that when you led the troops to support Yuehu, if they hadn't spread the news that Mo Sheng had sent 10,000 troops to ambush on the way, you only had 2,000 men and horses, and you were almost ambushed. How could you have returned to the capital today?"

These people are all small leaders who have fought their way to the top, so they naturally understand how important intelligence is.

Mo Sheng is confident of victory over Da Chu, but they will have to pay a huge price for it.

Which soldier is not a son to his parents, a husband to his wife, and a father to his son?

Anyone who survives is lucky.

During these three and a half years, the casualties of the Chu State were far less severe than expected.

First, the reserve is strong and the food and grass are sufficient; second, the information is timely and the military movements of Mo Sheng can be grasped.

It is said that Mo Sheng has a high priest who does not follow the ordinary path and his way of using troops is also very strange.

The previous loss of two cities was closely related to this.

But I don’t know how that guy got so much information. He always appears and disappears mysteriously.

Captain Shi disagreed. In his opinion, real soldiers should fight on the battlefield instead of hiding behind and collecting intelligence.

Even if the enemy has many conspiracies and tricks, what does it matter? The iron must be strong before it can be forged. As long as you are strong, the enemy is like an ant. It is impossible for an ant to shake the Great Chu.

"When I return to the capital this time, His Majesty will probably lavishly reward me."

As a military general, to put it bluntly, I like troubled times.

In the prosperous times, not even a fifth-rank censor has the right to speak for the great generals. When they return to the capital this time, it is still unknown when the war will break out again. The status of military generals will rise, and His Majesty will definitely pay more attention to them.

They talked about other topics, and General Han felt bored and got up and left.

He entered the tent, where sat General Luo, also known as Lord Luo.

General Luo was adding a spoonful of hot sauce to his bowl. This was specially sent to him by his wife in the capital. This spoonful of hot sauce, combined with the three bags of instant noodles he had just made, was so fragrant that it was intoxicating.

He took a deep breath, then drank a mouthful of soup, and immediately felt satisfied.

Just as he was about to sip his noodles, General Han came in.

He casually pointed and asked him to sit down, and when he lowered his head, he heard a rustling sound.

"fresh!"

Steaming hot noodle soup is a rare delicacy on the road.

In recent years, women's schools have developed instant noodles of various flavors.

Flavors from all over the world are included. General Luo’s favorite is the spicy flavor. The spicy taste is paired with garlic, which is very refreshing to eat in winter.

General Han took a look and was a little puzzled.

"General, why is this different from what we usually eat?"

General Luo buried his head in his noodles, swallowed a mouthful, and then said, "Usually, the army uses the same oil, which is different from my special sauce. My wife bought this sauce from a shop in the capital. I also have other sauces here, which are made by my chef, but I always think the ones outside are better."

General Han understood what was going on. Looking at the noodles that looked like red oil, his stomach, which had just been full, seemed to feel hungry again.

Seeing that General Han was staring at him, General Luo said a little embarrassedly: "How about you join in?"

The people chatting outside only saw General Han fill a bag of hot water and then enter General Luo's tent.

General Luo was just being polite, but General Han took direct action.

Then he suppressed his heartache and scooped a spoonful of sauce for him. Looking at the little bit of hot sauce left, he calculated in his mind how many days it would take before he could go back.