A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Chapter Eight: Going to the Border

Wutong stood by the door, head down, saying nothing. Abuduo glanced at her and asked, "Have you ever been to the border?"

"No."

"Where have you been?"

"...I haven't been anywhere."

"Tsk tsk, a man can't act like that."

Abdo stood up, took a few steps, took a saber off the wall, and swung it diagonally, the long blade cutting through the air with a whooshing sound.

The sycamore tree felt the sharp wind and took a step back.

Abdo turned to her and asked, "What do you think a battlefield is like?"

battlefield?

Wutong recalled a poem he had learned and recited: "In my drunken stupor, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among my troops; fifty strings resonate with the sounds of the frontier."

The boy's voice was hoarse and androgynous, like a whirlwind sweeping across a sandy city, irresistibly penetrating people's hearts.

Abdo flicked his wrist, switching the knife to the other hand.

"I've never been to school, I don't understand, speak human language."

Wutong took a deep breath and said, "To die on the battlefield."

"Very good, lad." Abdo nodded approvingly and said, "With this kind of awareness and courage, follow me, and I guarantee you'll make a name for yourself!"

He patted her on the shoulder: "Pack your things, let's hit the road!"

Joy welled up on Abudo's face behind his beard. After idling away for many days, it seemed as if he had finally come back to life.

Having received the order, Wutong went back to her room to pack her things.

A few pieces of silver, a set of slightly worn military uniform, a large stack of copied documents, and a bolt of red satin to be given to Ruolan.

She originally intended to make the satin fabric into a ready-made garment, since her and Ruolan's figures were similar and the measurements would be easy to determine, but unfortunately, there wasn't enough time.

We can only hope that there are tailors in the other side of the pass, because even in war, people still need to wear clothes.

She asked the old soldier in charge of the warehouse for a waterproof leather bag, stuffed the documents and satin into it, and tied two bundles of her change of clothes with rope and carried them on her back.

Loose silver pieces don't take up much space; you can just wrap them in your belt and that's it.

Unfortunately, that golden ball... it hadn't even been used much before it disappeared somewhere...

Wutong wanted to find it, but after walking such a long way last night, who knows where it fell? Abuduo is about to set off, and time waits for no one.

Her dream of getting rich was just beginning to sprout when it suffered a crushing defeat; she was simply unlucky.

They walked out with those things, and everyone had already finished packing.

When Abdo came, he only brought a dozen or so soldiers with him. This time, he replenished his supplies and manpower at the palace, so when he returned, he had a full half-division.

Wutong stood at the front of the crowd, seeing that everyone was fully equipped and feeling the magnificent aura.

The soldiers sent by the Prince's Palace were different from her, who had joined the army later in life. Most of them came from military families, with soldiers serving since their grandfathers' generation.

Is she really going to the border?

Thinking about it, Wutong still finds it unbelievable.

Not to mention in ancient times, women had no connection with the battlefield, even in modern times, she never thought of joining the army.

For her right now, joining the army is just the best way to make a living; as for what happens next, it's hard to say whether it will be a blessing or a curse.

"Hey kid, are you staring blankly?"

Abdo strode in from behind, a horse-slaying saber tucked into his left waistband, a short sword tucked into his right waistband, and a large cleaver over two meters long in his right hand. Behind him were many soldiers helping him carry his weapons.

Wutong rubbed his nose, bowed, and said, "General."

Abdo glanced at her gear and said with displeasure, "Is this all you're taking on the road?"

"Uh...yeah."

"What if we encounter enemies on the way? We don't even have anything to defend ourselves. Here we go!"

Abudo waved his hand, and the large machete flew towards Wutong.

Wutong hurriedly dropped what she was holding and tried to catch it with both hands. She managed to catch it, but the machete was too heavy, as if a mountain had been thrown into her hands. She was pressed down by the knife and fell forward, landing face-first on the ground.

"Hahaha!"

The entire army burst into laughter, and Abdo was undoubtedly the one who laughed the most heartily.

He patted Wutong on the shoulder, lifted her up by the back of her collar, and handed her the short sword from his waist.

Wutong asked, puzzled, "This..."

Abudo generously replied, "It's yours."

Did the general personally present her with the sword?

Wutong could see boundless envy, jealousy, and hatred in the eyes of the soldiers behind her.

A sense of honor arose from the deepest part of my heart and quickly spread to my brain.

Wutong held the sword with both hands, knelt on one knee, and gave Abudo a deep salute: "Thank you, General!"

I thank him for taking me in, for his trust, and for his generosity.

Abudo and the people of Zhoujia Village are two extremes, so Wutong naturally loves him more.

Abudo was in a good mood, picked up his machete, and shouted, "Bring me my big yellow horse!"

The guards immediately brought over a large yellow horse with a white stripe on its head. The horse was tall and large, with well-developed muscles, erect ears, and a swishing tail. It was quite handsome.

It was the first time Wutong had ever seen his mount. She looked at it in surprise. When the big yellow horse saw Wutong, it walked over and sniffed her for no apparent reason. Then it sneezed loudly, spraying her face with saliva.

Wutong: "..."

She was stunned by the spittle, and Abdo chuckled, "You haven't had a bath in days, have you? Even my big yellow horse is disgusted with you, haha..."

After he had laughed enough, he mounted his horse, took his sword, and rode at the forefront of the army, which then began to move slowly.

A procession of over a thousand people, hundreds of horses, and dozens of wagons carrying military supplies completely blocked the main road in front of the mansion.

Wutong followed behind the group, preparing to take the same route as the other soldiers, when Lieutenant Li suddenly rode up on horseback, leading a horse by the hand.

Wutong said, "Commander Li."

Lieutenant Li nodded and handed her the reins: "Get on the horse."

"Can I ride a horse too?" She was just a guard copying documents, without any military rank, while those in the team who were qualified to ride horses were like Lieutenant Li.

"This is the general's order. He said he was too bored on the way and wants you to come and read the document to him. Hurry up, don't keep him waiting too long."

After Li Duwei finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Wutong standing there alone with her horse.

The foal was light brown with a long mane. It stuck out its tongue to lick the back of the sycamore tree, as if it were treating her change of clothes as hay.

Wutong waved his hand, grabbed the saddle, and mounted the horse.

Her legs were still a little sore, but after her previous riding experiences, her mounting posture had improved a lot, and she no longer had to worry about falling off as soon as she got on.

He squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the foal slowly walked forward.

Abdo yawned on his horse: "Why are you only arriving now? If we were on the battlefield, I would have been dead long ago waiting for you to rescue me."

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