The Book of Heaven

Chapter 24

A stone's throw away from the camp gate, there was movement on the watchtower, but the entire camp was still silent, and the scene Ma Zheng expected of the camp gate rushing out of Qingqi never happened.

"Is it because you and I look too imposing?" Ma Zheng turned his head to ask first, and then saw Ma Zhao's attire, and immediately understood that in the Northern Barbarian Land, who else could be dressed like the Ma family?

Zhuangziying looks down on Ma Zheng, but Ma Zheng is heartbroken for Zhuangziying.

This place is really barren and wild. The mountain where the Zhuangzi Camp is located faces the border of the empire and faces the desolate north. The camp wall is actually made of huge stone bricks. It is more than ten feet high. However, there are quite a few spears and halberds.

Ma Zheng also saw the head of a crossbow looming, so it can be seen that if the Northwest Twelve Barbarians dare to tease them, they will definitely not get well.

"Stop coming."

A figure finally appeared at the gate of the camp, carrying a stick at a slant, with a bun tied on top of his head. The armor on his body not only looked dirty, but was also damaged. Looking at his feet, the boots should be made of yak leather. , I am afraid it is the most complete piece of equipment.

With an unshaven beard and sleepy eyes, Ma Zheng really didn't know that Zhuangziying would use such a person to guard the door, and it seemed that there was only such a person?

There were people on the watchtower, but they just looked at it, and there was no movement, ignoring Ma Zheng, the two big living people, and the string of heads strung together by trees and vines.

"The four horses of the Ma family are under the order of the master of Jiazibao, and they will come to Zhuangziying to practice fighting for three months."

Although it is quite inappropriate to be in charge of the door, Ma Zheng still has to follow the rules. He handed over and said, he turned to Ma Zhao, "This is a follower of a villain, and there is a certificate of honor."

"Followers, vote for a certificate?"

The army man blocking the door glanced at the group of heads, and the corners of his unshaven lips turned up in disdain. Only when he looked at Ma Zhao did the army man's eyes light up slightly, and the long stick in his hand was flattened, and he said loudly :

"This person is not bad. It's a pity to be your follower. It's almost the same if you switch."

The meagerness of the military man failed to anger Ma Zheng. If he didn't have this kind of self-cultivation, then Ma Zheng would call himself the second generation in vain.

What's more, what they said is correct, Ma Zhao is more suitable for fighting in battle than Ma Zheng, who looks like a white-faced scholar, no matter what he looks like in terms of appearance and momentum.Even though Ma Zheng's body was full of blood at this time, there was always less of a boldness and more of a gentleness.

"Bring the badge, bring the map!"

These two things are the most able to identify the identity, especially for the children of the Ma family who are going to Zhuangzi Camp. Finding the camp is the first test. Therefore, when the map is distributed, there is actually a secret mark indicating the departure time. Once the deadline is exceeded, they will go to Zhuangzi Qualifications for word camp.

"Things are good, but it took two and a half days in three days, it's terrible!"

The soldier muttered in his mouth, crumpled the plain silk and stuffed it into his dirty belt, Ma Zheng wanted to stretch out his hand to get it back, but he heard the soldier say to himself:

"It's useful when shitting, it's more comfortable than bark."

A chill came to the bottom of his heart, Ma Zheng turned his head away and looked towards the camp.

There is no drill queue, no shadows shuttle, and although the wooden houses are neat and orderly, they seem to be uninhabited and lifeless.

Fortunately, cooking smoke can be seen in the distance, and there are bursts of horses neighing, and the stench of horse dung is coming, which adds to the popularity of the camp.

In fact, there are also people, but there are too few, and they all perform their own duties, so Ma Zheng feels empty.

And at the gate of the camp, there was really only such a soldier who didn't know the so-called soldier.

"Identity confirmed, come with me."

"Then these heads?" Ma Zheng pointed to the string of "pearls", thinking that he could at least get a good word.

"Throw it away, worthless waste, just like you!"

The military man rolled his eyes, and swung out the long stick in his hand, neither Ma Zheng nor Ma Zhao had time to react.

More than 20 heads are strung together by mountain vines, shaped like pearls.

But at this time, pearls burst open one after another, and blood stains appeared one after another.Ma Zheng's eyes hurt a lot, with tears streaming down his face, he was almost blind.

Before losing sight, Ma Zheng only saw one move, the "sweeping thousands of troops" he is most familiar with.

Only the Ma family's frightening stick technique has such a distinctive ability to sweep thousands of troops. However, in the hands of that soldier, the realm is undoubtedly higher than Ma Zheng's by a few mountains.

More than 20 heads, all of them exploded in a single sweep, and the military man did not know how many times they rose and fell in one move. Ma Zheng only saw three of them, his eyes couldn't bear the speed, and he went blind.

In contrast, Ma Zhao was much more normal, but he was a bit stupid, as if his hands were light for some reason, and he pulled the rattan helplessly, so naked that people couldn't believe it.

After making a move, the military man seemed to be doing only ordinary actions, turned around and walked away with his neck tilted, and said, "Can't see clearly? That's right."

Although his vision was hazy, Ma Zheng didn't dare to stop, following in the footsteps of Jun Han, his heart pounded:
Who is this soldier?Can't it be said that any random gatekeeper in the Zhuangzi camp has such skills?Isn't the Ma family going against the sky?

In Zhuangzi camp, the tents are scattered all over the place. The army man led the two people around, and finally came to the door of a simple army tent. With a long stick pointing, the army man said:
"Second whistle and three teams, the corps leader Lin Shiba, it's time to return tomorrow, you live in first. This is your military card."

The military man shook his hands and threw an iron plate to Ma Zheng, then shook his head and left. Ma Zheng just opened his mouth to speak, but the military man raised his voice as if he had eyes in the back of his head:
"If Lin Shiba comes back, he can teach you the rules. If he doesn't return at noon tomorrow, the corporal leader of the second sentry and the third division will be yours."

"What?"

Ma Zheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the iron plate in his hand was cold.

The tent is spacious, but it can be described in a few words: dirty, messy, and poor.

The mattresses on the bunk are scattered all over the place, and the clothes, shoes and hats are even more scattered, but there are no weapons, and I am afraid that they will all be taken away.

Ma Zheng counted the mattresses, and there were thirteen beds.

"Yeah, I forgot to return my disciple's badge!"

Thinking about where he would sleep at night, Ma Zheng remembered that the military man had taken away the waist badge and the plain silk map. The Su silk soldier said it was used to wipe his butt, so what was the use of the waist badge?

If Ma Zheng still can't guess the real identity of the soldier, he is really stupid.

The camp is very large, Ma Zheng guessed that he would not be able to find the soldier at this time, and running around in the camp is a big taboo for soldiers, so he had no choice but to settle down first, it was just a mat that someone else slept on, how should he choose?
"Sit down and rest, and wait for dinner later."

Ma Zheng decided not to choose a mattress for the time being, and it would be too late to meditate for one night and wait until Lin Shiba, the chief of the army, came back tomorrow.As for Ma Zhao, where to sleep is not a problem.

After his mind settled down, Ma Zheng carefully observed the tent that was half a foot above Ma Zhao's head.
(End of this chapter)