I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 275 Whether he is a hero or not, we will discuss this winter!
Time always requires reference.

Just like when you see the grass in the wilderness outside the city turning yellow and green, green and yellow again, you know that in the blink of an eye, more than half of the year has passed.

'It's already October...'

Sanlang Han, who was working on the city wall, sighed in his heart.

Looking back on the past year, I felt resistance and anger from the very beginning when I learned that my family was assigned the residence registration of the champion Hou’s family.

Later, he was forced to go north by the general government to suppress his fear and panic.

And now, I have spent ten months in this Champion City without even realizing it.

Han Sanlang was in a trance, feeling as if he was in a dream and felt unreal.

"Sanlang, what are you thinking about?"

As if he noticed that Han Sanlang was in a daze, an old man next to him gave him a gentle push on the shoulder.

Han Sanlang exhaled a breath of white air and finally came back to his senses.

Smiling at his father-in-law, Han Sanlang said in a loud voice.

"I miss our hometown."

Hearing Han Sanlang's words, the old man sneered.

"Missing home? Isn't this our home?"

After saying this, another lean man who overheard the two of them talking also laughed.

"Yeah, what's there to think about back home?"

"Guarding those dozens of acres of thin farmland, let alone my wife, I can't even feed my mother-in-law and children."

"There are also the three or two shabby houses in our house. Whenever it is windy or rainy, it will either be strong wind outside and light wind inside the house, or it will be heavy rain outside and light rain inside!"

"It will be even worse when it snows! I'm afraid that one day the roof will collapse and our whole family will be buried alive."

"It's good now! Not only do my family have a house to live in, but they've never been hungry again!"

As the lean man spoke, his expression couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"So, if anyone asks me to go back to my hometown, I will be in a hurry!"

People are realistic.

Although the Yong people have been difficult to move from ancient times, no one would be willing to stay away from their hometown unless absolutely necessary.

But I am afraid of comparison in everything.

When you are used to living a hard life, you still don’t think it’s a big deal.

But as long as we live a good life for a few days and then go back to live a hard life, who would be willing?
Ordinary people like them don't understand any big principles, let alone what it means to "change from frugality to luxury, but from luxury to frugality is difficult."

They only know that today's days are much better than those in the past.

I only know that as long as I follow the champion and become his people, I will have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a house to live in. This is enough.

Hearing what the lean man said, the old man beside him nodded in agreement.

"Chen Da's words really speak to the old man's heart."

As he said this, the old man sighed.

"I remember that when the General Mansion asked the old man to go north, he still refused ten thousand times. Now the old man is just happy in his heart."

"Otherwise, how can I live such a good life now?"

"After all, we all have to thank our Lord Marquis!"

When they first came to Champion City, they were anxious and uneasy.

It was Lord Marquis who established trust in the city gate and reassured them.

After entering the city, they had no food or clothing.

It was the Marquis who sent people to build workshops and houses and open warehouses to store grain, so that they could not only settle down and live in peace, but also live better than before.

Now nearly a year has passed.

Not only did the Marquis never exploit them in any way, but even if there were warriors in the city who violated the ban, the Marquis would always favor the common people like them and impose severe punishment on those warriors who were once superior in their eyes!

All kinds of things are countless.

When it comes to gratitude, is it just an old man?
The lean man beside him, Chen Da, was like this, and so were the other people on the city who heard their conversation.

People's hearts are made of flesh. Unless they are born with a bad heart and a dog's lungs, who can really not tell the difference between good and bad?
Han Sanlang was naturally grateful.

But this gratitude, as he looked beyond the city to the endless grassland to the north, was gradually diluted by the fear and fear rising in his heart.

He was different from Chen Da and others. He had read a little in his early years.

Although he was limited by his talent, he was unable to achieve anything, let alone enter the path of spiritual practice.

But after all, I still think more.

Chen Da and the others will forget everything because of the comfortable and prosperous life in front of them.

But he won't.

It was like he knew exactly where the house they lived in now came from.

Those were the previous batch of people like them in the city who stayed behind after they all died.

He also knew why in the past year, the entire Champion City did not farm or raise livestock, but there was never a shortage of food.

Because they eat military rations!
It is thanks to the continuous supply from the entire Youzhou that their hundreds of thousands of people and tens of thousands of troops can have enough food and clothing.

And how could military rations be so delicious?

The tens of thousands of troops who turned around could pay back with their own lives, the lives of the barbarians, and their military exploits!

And what about them?

What do they get in return?

Just by repairing the city wall today, doing odd jobs for the rich merchants in the city, and doing simple tasks such as running errands and processing, can this be repaid?
not enough!
Seeing the satisfied expressions on the faces of Chen Da and others around him, Han Sanlang smiled helplessly.

There is a kind of pain in this world called "Everyone is drunk and I am alone."

Han Sanlang felt like this at this time.

And this feeling becomes more and more intense as the weather gets colder.

'It's October! '

Han Sanlang sighed in his heart.

At this time last year, those wolf-like barbarian cavalry had already broken through the city at their feet.

Almost overnight, everyone in the city was massacred.

If it comes again this year and the champion is unable to resist, all the current comfort and prosperity will be in vain.

And they will be like the original owners of the houses in this city.

Become a sacrifice!

Realizing this, Han Sanlang became more and more homesick.

It’s not the so-called missing homeland.

But fear, fear.

But Han Sanlang didn't speak, looking dull and stupid.

The lean man Chen Da gave him a blow and cursed with a smile.

"Look at what a bastard you are! You've been in a daze all day and don't know what you're thinking."

"Thankfully you still have the same surname as our Marquis!"

At this time, it was time to take a break from work.

When the bored people on the side heard this, they couldn't help but come forward.

"Chen Da, don't mention it, maybe Ersanlang is really the same clan as our Marquis."

Hearing this, the other person immediately became interested and said to Han Sanlang.

"That's right! Saburo, we can't say for sure. Why don't you go back and ask your parents to look up the family tree?"

"If we can really get in touch with the Marquis, you will be very prosperous!"

After hearing what everyone said, before Han Sanlang could answer, Chen Da had already laughed.

"You guys have to take it! What kind of hero is our Lord Marquis? How can a guy like Saburo reach such a high level?"

In fact, Chen Da didn't really belittle Han Sanlang deliberately.

It's just that the champion was too unattainable in his mind.

Secondly, he was also afraid that under the instigation of these bastards, Saburo would get mad and do something stupid.

But his words were a bit harsh in Han Sanlang's ears.

'Gao Pan? Who knew that the champion was just a soldier in the military a year ago? '

Han Sanlang was unhappy.

The words he had suppressed in his heart for a long time suddenly blurted out.

"Whether he is a hero or not, we have to wait until after this winter!" If he can survive this winter, the reputation of this champion will naturally reach a higher level.

If you can't survive it, it will just add to the laughing stock of today's world!
In his early years, Han San did not like poetry and books, but only loved reading history books.

Throughout history, there are many talented people who have become famous at a young age and are above the elite.

But those who are truly consistent and prosperous are very rare!
It's just that Han Sanlang said this happily, but he immediately regretted it after saying it.

As far as he could see, everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.

Among them, his father-in-law and Chen Da, who had always been good friends with him, couldn't help but said in hatred.

"Sanlang, what are you talking nonsense about?"

"Yes! You... are you suffering from nightmare syndrome?"

In this city of champions, leave aside the illustrious reputation of the Marquis.

These people occupy the residence of the Marquis and are considered his subjects.

At this time, Han Sanlang said this as a common man, which is tantamount to slandering the emperor!
If word spreads, I'm afraid I will have to shed several layers of skin even if I don't die.

Obviously, not only Chen and the two of them understood this truth, but also the few people who had just been joking with them on the side.

At this moment, they distanced themselves from Han Sanlang without leaving a trace, and the smiles on their faces became dull.

When Han Sanlang saw this, his heart suddenly sank.

He opened his mouth and was about to explain a few words to prevent these guys from running over to 'snitch'.

But at this moment, he heard an interesting chuckle coming from his ear.

"That's good, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this sudden sound, Han Sanlang was obviously startled.

Looking at the direction where the sound came from with a pale face, he saw a young man in black brocade walking up to the city surrounded by several black-armored soldiers.

In an instant, Han Sanlang's already pale face turned as pale as paper.

He didn't recognize the handsome man in robes, but he had seen one of the people behind the man in robes.

The commander-in-chief of the five thousand city defense battalions, Jiang Hu!
Han Sanlang considers himself smart, and his mind naturally moves very quickly.

Almost instantly, he realized the identity of the person coming.

It was the master of this important border town at his feet, General Dingbei, and the champion of the current dynasty.

And this champion now also has a famous identity, the number one immortal in Jiazi!
Realizing this, Han Sanlang knelt down and kowtowed.

"Han San, a common man, has spoken unscrupulously and offended the Marquis. He will die in all circumstances! I just ask the Marquis to let Han San's old parents and mother go..."

After saying this, Han Sanlang had sweat pouring from his forehead and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

This is the sorrow of grassroots people.

Life is as cheap as grass, one word can kill it.

Just like at this moment, after Han Sanlang finished speaking, even Chen and Da, who were friends with him, just looked at him with regretful eyes.

Didn't notice anything wrong.

Offending the Lord will only lead to death. What is there to say?

What's more, he was caught red-handed by his master.

But just when everyone was looking at Han Sanlang with pity and joking eyes, they heard a faint sigh.

"Okay, don't beg for death at every turn."

As he said that, everyone was shocked to see that the 'Marquis' who had only existed in their word of mouth actually stepped forward to help Han Sanlang up.

"Didn't I say that? You are right."

"Whether he is a hero or not, we have to wait until this winter to decide."

Han Sanlang got up from the ground, his mind went blank.

When he reacted, his knees suddenly weakened and he almost fell to the ground again.

When Han Shao saw this, he used his magical power to support him, and then laughed.

"I have some knowledge, but I'm just a little timid."

It must be said that Mr. Han's evaluation has always been spot on.

This Han Sanlang is indeed not very courageous.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be looking at the grassland outside the city with fear every day.

Han Shao patted him on the shoulder and smiled softly.

"Your surname is Han too?"

Han Sanlang nodded slowly.

Han Shao looked at him for a while and joked.

"You look a few years older than me. If you are really of the same clan as me, I will inevitably call you my clan brother."

After saying this, several people who were still watching the show fell to their knees with a plop.

"Forgive me, Lord Marquis!"

But this time, Han Shao was too lazy to help them one by one.

With a wave of his hand, they stood up.

"Uncle, does he know if there are any remaining gems in my lineage?"

As far as Han Shao knows, there is no big surname or family named Han in Dayong today.

But now that he has gained momentum, people with the surname Han naturally respect him.

This lineage of his Han is naturally the main lineage.

It's just that this was a casual question on his part and he didn't really take it seriously.

On the other hand, Jiang Hu, who was following Han Shao step by step, seemed to think about it seriously before hesitating.

"The eldest brother left...too early. He only told Wan Niang's father about some things, but the general didn't know much about them."

"But the Han family genealogy is still in Mo Jiang's home. When Mo Jiang has time, he can help the Marquis to check it out."

When Han's father died in battle, Han Shao was still young.

Some important things have always been kept by Jiang Hu in order to avoid accidents.

When Han Shao heard this, he smiled lightly and shook his head.

"No rush, we'll talk about it later."

After saying that, he looked back at Han Sanlang, who was in shock, with a playful look on his face.

"Are you also a Confucian disciple?"

Hearing Han Shao's words, Han Sanlang blushed, full of embarrassment.

"Hui Hou...Master Hou, Sanlang doesn't dare."

"I just read some ancient books and recognize a few words."

He has not even touched the threshold of entering Taoism, how dare he call himself a Confucian disciple!
Han Shao couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

"In this way, it is somewhat similar to this prince."

"They are all rotten wood that cannot be carved."

It's just that Han Shao can laugh at himself.

Others couldn't even respond, and even if they wanted to laugh they had to hold it back.

Even Jiang Hu couldn't help but turn his face away, for fear of showing something strange.

No one understands their prince better than him.

Before becoming successful, if you study literature, you will not be able to write it.

If you learn martial arts, you won't be able to master it.

It can be said that except for a face, it is useless.

Seeing that the situation was a little embarrassing, Han Shao was also a little bored, so he simply encouraged Han Sanlang.

"But there's no need to be discouraged."

"As the saying goes, my talents are destined to be useful, but maybe it's just that the time has not come, just like this prince..."

Han Shao originally wanted to use himself as an example, but when he thought about it, he was an out-and-out wall hanging, and there was no comparison with ordinary people.

I can only shut up forcibly.

After all, his status is different now. If he says something, it will be really ugly if he is slapped in the face in the future.

So after a pause, he turned to another topic.

"Do you think I have a chance of winning in a battle this winter?"

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(End of this chapter)