The Book of Heaven

Chapter 32 Disaster
"I know, this matter has nothing to do with you, Ma Zhao, what do you think?" Staring at Ma Zheng with sleepy eyes, it was Ma Zhao who asked.

Ma Zhao, who had been squatting as soon as he entered the camp, just hummed and continued to hang his head, as if counting ants. Only Ma Zheng knew that this idiot was probably hungry, how could he get enough to eat in the water prison.

"Although things happen for a reason, we are here as a military camp, and we don't look at the process to see the result. Are you convinced?"

"Lin Shiba is dead." Ma Zheng nodded.

"Zhou Tong is about to die too, you go and see him first." Ma Detu took a sip of his drink.

"Good! When will I die?"

Ma Zheng was not restrained, seeing a wine gourd in the cabinet at the corner of the tent, he also went to pick it up and take a sip. This was his first time drinking, drinking wine from this world.

"You want to die?"

"Pooh!"

A sip of wine powder was sprayed on the wall by Ma Zheng, can this thing be called wine?Carry a tall gourd and take a closer look. It's no different from the one in Ma Detu's hand. A dignified school lieutenant, a third-rank military officer, drinks this kind of wine?

"Don't want to die?"

Ma Detu waved his hand, signaling to Ma Zheng not to waste things, this is his treasure, just being sprayed by Ma Zheng already made his heart ache, if he wasted another sip or two, he might not be able to control himself to shoot.

"Who wants to die? Does Lin Shiba want to die? Does Zhou Tong want to die?" Ma Zheng spat out the remaining liquid in his mouth, shook his head and said, "But if you drink too much of this thing, you will die."

Ma Detu, who was laughing loudly, obviously regarded Ma Zheng as a half-grown child who didn't understand the benefits of alcohol. It was normal to think about it. How could ordinary people in the Ma family have the chance to drink alcohol at Ma Zheng's age?That's not a catty of rice chaff, but five catties of Hebei Qiushao, and a catty of wine actually costs five catties of grain.

Calling Ma Zheng here was not just to play charades. Although Ma Zheng is a serious Ma family child, military regulations cannot be violated, and Ma Detu can only try his best to find a chance for Ma Zheng in the imperial military regulations and disciplines.

Just like he told Ma Zheng, if it wasn't for the fact that there were three people who came to say hello, which was enough to make him interested in Ma Zheng to a certain extent, he would be lazy to worry about a child and throw it directly to the front line, so that He fends for himself.

Whether Ma Zheng will be grateful or not, Ma Detu doesn't care at all about this. Would it be a big joke for him, a dignified captain of the empire, to expect a half-old child to repay his kindness? What Ma Detu really cares about is whether he can recover Ma Zhao.

Even in front of Ma Zheng, Ma Detu didn't hide his thoughts, and said bluntly that if there is a future war, if there is an entourage taller than a horse to resist the stick and lead the horse, it will really be a face.

"Guan Wusheng's Zhou Cang is somewhat similar to your follower."

In these words, there is no lack of the meaning of Ma Detu's own martial arts competition. Ma Zheng turned his head and pretended not to understand.

"No matter what race?"

"in spite of!"

"Must be the whistle chief?"

"En." Ma Detu squinted his eyes, thinking that Ma Zheng was going to bargain, if that was the case, he would look down on this kid.

"The head of the military marquis is not good?"

Ma Detu's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head, "I need two."

Military marshals are one level higher than postmasters, regardless of martial arts, the commander has nearly 500 people. In this era, he can be regarded as a military officer who can show off his prestige.

"Where's Sima?"

Ma Zheng frowned, and asked again.

"Unless it's my head, it's two!" Ma Detu waved his hand to set the tone for this matter. For the captain's head, one is exchanged for two. So simple.

So Ma Zheng didn't ask any more questions, and turned to the map hanging on the wall of the tent, squinting his eyes as if trying to memorize the map firmly.

"If you get one more head back, I can give you one, but only the map over there, not ours."

Obviously, Ma Detu would never give Ma Zheng the map of the imperial intelligence, and the map of the Twelve Barbarians in the Northwest does not matter, but he still charged Ma Zheng a high price.

"If there are any other good things, take them out together. Anyway, it's the head. I will naturally bring it to you."

Looking at the map that obviously crushed the twelve barbarians, and the vast area occupied by the big "Han" characters, for some reason, Ma Zheng felt a sense of pride in his heart.

Apart from a map, Ma Detu didn't provide Ma Zheng with much. It's not that he is not generous enough, but that in Zhuangziying, almost everything is standard, either provided by the Imperial Army or by Ma's family. Provided that what really needs to be specially made may be a pair of armor on Ma Zhao.

The suit worn from Majiabao is no longer usable. Not only is it embarrassing to wear, it is more likely to cause Ma Zhao to lose his life.Ma Detu waved his hand and asked someone to give him a set of exquisite leather armor that was enough to fit Ma Zhao inside, so that Ma Zheng could see that this guy's heart for Ma Zhao would never die.

Ma Zheng also has his own way, he looks far less refined than Ma Zhao, when compared between the two, Ma Zheng is more like leading a horse, the premise is that there is such a big horse for Ma Zhao to ride.

"Only three heads in total?"

"Tell me first, which one are you going to find?"

"Who killed Lin Shiba?"

"Oh, okay, then go see Zhou Tong. I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for you to come back, or, um, won't be able to see you back." Ma Detu nodded, and then he lay down and drank. Look at Ma Zheng again.

After Ma Zheng and Ma Zhao walked out of the tent, they poured several sips of Ma Detu in a row, then sat up, shook his head and said:

"These days, a human's life is worse than a dog's." As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed himself. He was afraid that thinking about this scolding, he would not only scold himself, but also scolded the Ma family and those rich and famous families. went in.

Ma Zheng bumped into that Mongolian doctor again at the entrance of the medical hall, this time the old man's face was even uglier, and he almost rolled up his sleeves to fight Ma Zheng.

Even though he didn't fight and Zhou Tong was not his son, the people in Zhuangziying shared the same hatred. There were hundreds of thousands of troops in the entire empire, and there was no place for deserters. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why the empire was still invincible despite being surrounded by enemies.

"I'll come and see Zhou Tong, and then I'll go kill people, take Lin Shiba's life in exchange for my own."

"That's still a man." The old man's face turned slightly better, but he looked at Ma Zheng's face again, and let out a low sigh, brushing against Ma Zheng's shoulder, and muttered in a voice that Ma Zheng couldn't hear:

"Damn it, my grandson is only this old, and he still plays with mud at home"

Entering the medical hall and finding Zhou Tong, Ma Zheng almost thought that he had found the wrong person, a handsome man, why is he as thin as a monkey at this time, a monkey that just passed the winter.

"Hey, pony."

"Shameless, here I come."

Ma Zheng smiled, and stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Tong's shriveled right hand.

He didn't need to lift the mattress to know that this man named Zhou Tong was probably due to the loss of blood. If there was no great opportunity, even if he didn't die in the hospital, he wouldn't be able to live for a few years.

(End of this chapter)