Traveler Major League

Chapter 292 Different

It was a rainy day, the sky was gloomy, and when it was about to rain, the air was stuffy and dusty.

Cui Nengwu stood in the yard holding a spear, still not relaxing at all.

Li Yuanlin was standing by the door frame, eating melon seeds, and shouted directly to the shadow in the distance.

"Third kid! What are you doing all day long? You don't even know how to take a break. You're making our home restless."

The road was long and the wind was strong, so Cui Nengwu couldn't hear anything at all.

The second uncle raised his head and glanced at Li Yuanlin: "Don't yell, just let him be."

Everyone looked at him, then lowered their heads, waited for a while, and then stared at Li Yuanlin again. Everyone was waiting for his next answer.

"Oh, God finally opened his eyes. It has been a long time since it rained." Li Yuanlin changed the subject: "What did Lao Kong send someone to do?"

He looked at his second uncle's gloomy face and decided to control himself before talking to Cui Nengwu. "It's about to rain, why is he leaving in such a hurry without even taking a break?"

The wind brought sand and the sandstorm was even more violent than in the modern world. Cui Nengwu's figure could no longer be seen. He was fighting against the strong wind and stabbing the wooden target with all his strength.

Li Yuanlin's voice was full of sarcasm: "Isn't the person who delivered the letter also a little stupid?"

In his eyes, the man who delivered the letter was as stubborn as Cui Nengwu, and he couldn't stand this kind of stubbornness.

He took it for granted that he would hide when the weather was bad. "Everyone is stupid and just does whatever they are told."

"Shut up!" shouted my second uncle.

Li Yuanlin refused to give in: "Uncle, don't yell at me! They are just a bunch of idiots!"

"Fools? That idiot messenger told us to send two people to follow Liu Dangjia to attack Yijun County!" Second Uncle walked to the window and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Yijun County!"

Li Yuanlin simply opened the window that was tightly closed by the wind and sand: "This is obviously a way to get killed!"

Second Uncle: "It means death! Those who disobey the order will be beheaded!"

Li Yuanlin came over and pulled his second uncle aside: "Second uncle, squad leader, let's run!"

"Run? What will happen to the village?" Uncle sighed, "The monk can run away, but the temple cannot."

Li Yuanlin glanced at his second uncle and asked seriously, "Second uncle, are you planning to let Sanwa go?"

The second uncle nodded, looked at him, and said, "What are you worried about? Are you afraid that you will have to go? We are old, we can just take the third child with us."

Li Xiangping and Li Quan breathed a sigh of relief, while Li Yuanlin glared at them.

The second uncle sighed and said, "Be careful on the road, maybe there is still a chance of survival."

No one spoke, no one confirmed or denied. The question of selection did not require Cui Nengwu's consent, as he was destined to be that one half.

After hurrying all the way, Second Uncle and Cui Nengwu, together with militiamen from several other villages, finally caught up with Liu Ze, who had grown n times stronger, outside Wuli Town, Yijun County.

Cui Nengwu looked at the scattered crowds outside the town, all of whom were civilians cutting wood to make weapons. There was no end in sight, and he felt a little lost, as he had missed the period of great development.

The villagers who had never seen them before glanced at their group of people with unruly and arrogant eyes. They had no feelings towards these so-called reinforcements, young and old. The old and weak reinforcements, covered in dust and dirt, had no military prestige at all.

"Are these the militiamen that Liu mentioned?"

The pointing and talking around him and the faint voices of others made Cui Nengwu feel inferior again.

"It seems that Mr. Liu is not doing well." The second uncle said softly.

The voices of the people around him were not concealed at all, which made the old man's first impression that Liu Ze's prestige was not high among this group of people. The groups scattered here and there were all gangs composed of fellow villagers.

In other words, there are too many hills.

"Old Three, oh, Old Three!"

Cui Nengwu was so surprised that he opened his mouth. A young man holding a shield came running from a distance. He hung the rope diagonally, swung the round shield on his back, and rushed over, raising a cloud of dust. He was really a strong and fierce man.

Cui Nengwu was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly. He instinctively wanted to escape again. "It's me!"

Cui Nengwen shouted excitedly: "Third brother, you came at the perfect time!"

He patted Cui Nengwu on the shoulder and said, "Come on, report with me."

Cui Nengwu obediently followed the team to the town.

After being settled, I chatted with Cui Nengwen about each other's recent situation.

Cui Nengwen has been talking since the beginning: "The commander said that after we capture Yijun County, our company will be expanded and all the soldiers will be promoted. I will at least be a squad leader."

"Do you know how many of us there are now?"

"There are tens of thousands of people. You can't even see the end at a glance."

Cui Nengwu held his breath and listened to Cui Nengwen showing off, his eyes full of envy.

"Look, this is my sword, it's great. I'm now a sword and shield fighter, the most elite in the class, and I always walk in the front!" Cui Nengwen drew out a sword from his waist and handed it to Cui Nengwu. The slight gap could not hide the cold light of the blade.

"Touch it, touch it." Cui Nengwen straightened his chin and gestured.

Cui Nengwu touched the rope of the knife handle with his hand. His first feeling was like he was electrocuted. Then he felt that the rope was tied very firmly. After making sure that it would not hurt him, he gripped the knife handle tightly.

Cui Nengwen started to show off again: "Do you know what this is for? It's non-slip, and it won't fall off even if blood flows on it."

Cui Nengwu handed over the knife handle and asked, "Blood?"

"Second brother, did you kill someone?" Cui Nengwu only felt fear. He seemed to smell the blood on the handle of the knife and felt like vomiting.

"Go away, what's so strange about killing a few people?"

"What a loser!"

Cui Nengwu listened to the lecture with a helpless expression, showing both fear and terror, but without the usual excitement.

"Second brother, you killed someone."

Just repeating this sentence.

"As bandits, why don't we kill people? Even if the Ming Dynasty calls for peace, we still have to kill people. Let me show you something good."

Cui Nengwen took out a small package from behind his waist, "Look!"

Those were a few pieces of loose silver, weighing more than ten taels.

"Where can I get so much silver?"

"I stole it."

"The commander asked us to rob silver?" Cui Nengwu was a little puzzled. When they were training in Dujiazhuang, they were clearly taught that all the captured money should be turned over to the public and not to take even a single needle or thread from the people.

"Come on, how can we manage so many people? Those words can only be seen by people like you. If you have a keen eye, look, Brother Guo has grabbed more."

Cui Nengwu immediately realized that Cui Nengwen had done it secretly without the commander's knowledge, and that he was not the only one who did so.

The expected envy did not appear, and Cui Nengwu's reaction made Cui Nengwen feel a little puzzled.

Cui Nengwen seemed to understand something and sighed: "Old Third, when things are settled, you should go home. This place is not suitable for you."

The assembly whistle sounded, and it was time for lunch. One of the characteristics of the main force of the People's Army was that the soldiers of the entire company lined up in a long line, singing while gathering and waiting next to the cafeteria.

It was only then that Cui Nengwu discovered that the company of about a hundred people had expanded to about two hundred people, forming a sharp contrast with the other scattered and fighting groups of villagers.

"The commander has no control over those people." Cui Nengwen explained Cui Nengwu's doubts, "Don't just stand there, go to the assembly, I'm going back to the team too."

The order of the militia team Cui Nengwu belonged to was slightly worse than that of the first company, but much better than that of the villagers' team. Thinking of this, Cui Nengwu regained some confidence. After all, he was different from those people.

(End of this chapter)