I was a young master in ancient times

In this battle, the northern Xinjiang soldiers suffered very few casualties.However, a few people were injured by explosives during close combat.There are those who lost an arm, and those who lost an eye. The most tragic one lost an arm and a leg, and half of his body was gone.

After half a month of raising these disabled soldiers, they were all transferred to the grain camp managed by Ankang.

Song Zhenwei patted Ankang on the shoulder solemnly, "Brother Ankang, I will leave all our good brothers to you."

Ankang looked at the disabled soldiers in front of him who were carrying their bags and their eyes were full of confusion. His throat rolled and he said in a low voice, "Don't worry. I won't treat my brothers badly."

Behind them were two soldiers carrying a stretcher, on which lay the half-dead man.

Huzi led the newcomers to settle down in the grain camp.

The newcomers had just arrived and tried hard to befriend the veterans of the grain battalion.There is another one who is rushing to curry favor with the tiger.

Only Sun Wulang, who was missing half of his body, lay motionless on a stretcher, lying in a corner of the room as if lifeless, looking a little creepy.

"Brother Wulang." Huzi boldly walked to the shop and called out.

Sun Wulang replied softly, "Yes."

"We're going to work in the fields, come with us and have a look."

Sun Wulang lay flat on the bed, only turned his neck, looked at Huzi and said, "You guys go."

"Brother Wulang, basking in the sun is good for the recovery of the wound." Ankang walked into the house and persuaded them together, "Now you don't have to walk on your own when you go to the field. We have raised a herd of cows, and they all go by bullock cart."

After exhausting his energy, he carried Sun Wulang into the bullock cart and pulled him to the field.After he was settled, Ankang told Huzi and Song Shitou to cook some eggs.

Ankang put the poached eggs in Sun Wulang's hands, "Brother Wulang, try the eggs laid by our own chickens."

In the eyes of the boss, eggs are good things.There was a little light in Sun Wulang's hazy eyes.

He took a bite of the egg cherishingly, chewing it slowly, trying to taste the deliciousness of the egg.

"In a few days, when the chickens get bigger, we will be able to eat chicken." This is the first time Ankang has actively mentioned eating chicken since he raised his own chickens.

Chen Ziche turned his head and saw beads of sweat on his head, and handed him a bowl of mung bean soup.Seeing that the bruise on Ankang's face was lighter than yesterday, Chen Ziche was slightly relieved.

Ankang, wearing a gray-blue coarse cloth bunt, sat casually in the shade of a tree, holding a bowl, and gulping down mung bean soup.I can't see the original young master's appearance at all.

Except for a few more people in the food camp, today's day is the same as usual.When the sun was in the west, the people in the food camp drove the ox carts and returned to the barracks slowly.Sun Wulang also said a few words together.

Back in the small courtyard where he lived, Pang Youde had already prepared meals.Zhao Qin was writing the manuscript in the house.

Huzi jumped into the yard and showed Pang Youde the three eggs hidden in his bosom, "Add some food tonight."

"Wow." Pang Youde patted Hu Zi's back vigorously excitedly, "I haven't eaten meat for a long time, and my mouth is so tasteless."

"Are eggs considered meat?" Qiu Yuan looked up after hearing his words, "Is it meat or vegetarian?"

"Whether it's meat or vegetarian, it's better than vegetables anyway." Pang Youde didn't argue with him, and shouted, "If you want to eat scrambled eggs, go to the kitchen and help me light the fire."

"Let's keep it simple, scrambled eggs with chili."

It was night, Ankang was fast asleep, a knock on the door woke up several people in the house.

"Is it an enemy attack again? Can't the damned Maozi calm down?" Qiu Yuan complained, quickly put on his clothes and jumped out of bed, opened the door, and ran to the courtyard door.

As soon as the courtyard door opened, it was Song Shitou standing at the door.The street outside was dark and full of lights, and there was no movement at all.

Fortunately, it wasn't an enemy attack. Qiu Yuan heaved a sigh of relief and asked inexplicably, "Brother Shitou, what's wrong? Why did you come here in the middle of the night?"

Song Shitou leaned on the door frame of the courtyard and panted heavily. He ran all the way in the dark.Just taking a breath, he hurriedly said, "Someone in our camp committed suicide. He was just rescued, but he still wants to die. I'll report to the battalion commander An."

"Who wants to die?" Ankang grabbed Song Shitou's hand and asked anxiously.He knew it well, probably the newcomer today.

"Sun Wulang."

"Go and have a look." Ankang followed Song Shitou and was about to run to the grain camp, Hu Zi hurriedly followed with a lantern.

A group of people lost their sleepiness and followed Ankang to the food camp.

On the way, Song Shitou briefly explained the matter. "Before going to bed, Wu Lang asked for a basin of water to wash his feet. Jin Xiaosan brought a basin of water and put it beside the bed."

"Who knows that Goro climbed out of bed at night and suffocated his head into the basin. If someone hadn't gotten up at night, he would have been smothered to death by the water."

"He's also a ruthless one. He didn't flinch at all. No one in the room heard anything."

When Zhao Qin heard this, he felt especially uncomfortable.

A few lights were turned on in the house, and through the window paper, people could be seen walking around in the house.

As soon as he approached the house, he heard suppressed crying from inside.

Ankang opened the door and walked in. Some people raised their heads to look at him with red eyes, and some looked anxious. Seeing him seemed to have found the backbone.

Sun Wulang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and by the light, he could see that his clothes were wet a lot on his chest.

"Brother Wulang, you, what are you doing?"

Hearing Ankang's voice, Sun Wulang opened his eyes.Tears flowed down like beads, "Battalion Commander An, how will I live next? There is still a mother-in-law and three children at home."

Sun Wulang thumped the bed board with his only remaining hand, and said heartbreakingly, "What use is there for me. It's better to die. Going home is also a drag on the mothers."

The author has something to say:

Everyone, I'm here, it's a little late today.I went to play with my little friend today.

Today's article is not long.

I wish you a happy tomorrow!