I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 387: After the War? Bloodline! Northern Expedition!
Champion City.

A cruel and bloody war finally came to an end.

The city, which was not affected much, became noisy again as soon as the fighting outside the city ended.

This is what happens to the people living in Youzhou, a bitter and cold place.

They are like weeds growing in the vast land outside the city; the cold wind may make them wither.

But as long as a spring breeze blows, they can straighten their backs again and stand between heaven and earth.

And bring green vitality back to this devastated world.

Although the warm spring breeze has not yet arrived, it is still cold and windy.

But this great victory, won by their princes and lords themselves, is better than any spring breeze in the world.

So when the cold wind from the northern grasslands blew through the open city gate and blew on them, they did not feel any bone-chilling cold.

Instead, he walked out of the city gate with a rosy face, facing the cold wind.

There is no need to be cautious, let alone to be nervous.

Because this is the pace of the victor.

Chen Da carried a shovel and strode out of the city with his head held high. Although he was thin, he looked quite majestic.

Others who saw him didn't think there was anything wrong with the way he looked.

After all, who made him have such an amazing friend?

Han Zhao, Han Sanlang!

That is the only clan member that the Lord currently recognizes!

This status might not be known in other places, but in Champion City it is almost the same as that of a royal relative.

Fortunately, Chen Da is a very sensible person. Although he always likes to talk about his past friendship with Han Sanlang, he has never really caused any trouble for his good friend who is no longer the same as before.

As for vanity? Who doesn't have it?
The old man who was also carrying a shovel nearby couldn't help but laugh at the ferocious look on his face.

"Alright! Hurry up! If you dawdle like this, are you worthy of the food and money your Excellency has given you?"

After World War I, many people unconsciously replaced the old title of "Marquis".

Instead, he was replaced by the less intimate [Prince].

Marquis is just a title.

But you are the master.

Although this change is subtle, it is a reflection of human nature.

"That makes sense, we need to hurry up!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Da hurried his pace.

Unlike other places, working for the government actually gives you food and money!
Even the shovels they used for work were made by a workshop in the city by melting down the weapons of the barbarians, and were rushed out and given to them for free.

This was a rare thing that they had never heard of before.

If this still doesn't make them work hard for something, are they still human?

Chen Da is different from those lazy guys. He has a sense of shame.

He does not repay others for their kindness many times over.

I always feel guilty.

The prince not only provided him with food, clothing and shelter, but also saved his life.

He would not feel that he was losing out even if he had to sacrifice his life to repay such a great favor.

It’s a pity that he has a bad fate and has no talent for cultivation.

I cannot lift a sword or a gun, and cannot go to the battlefield. Otherwise, I will sacrifice my life and fight bravely for you.

So when he heard the old man beside him looking at the bodies of the soldiers wrapped in white cloth on the roadside, he sighed with emotion.

"What a good boy, he died just like that..."

"What a pity!"

Chen Da couldn't help but retort.

"What's a pity?"

"To serve you faithfully and loyally! To die on the battlefield is the greatest honor in a man's life!"

"I want to die, but I don't have the chance yet!"

This is not the first time Chen Da has said this.

My father-in-law used to think that he was just trying to flatter the prince from a distance and had laughed at him a few times for this.

But after listening to him many times, I realized that this thief was serious.

Hearing him say this again, the old man couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, and said in a low voice.

"Why do you want to die? Isn't it good to be alive?"

Perhaps when he was young, he also despised life and death.

But as I grow older, I realize that being alive is more important than anything else.

But just as he finished saying this, before Chen Da could refute again, a voice that was once familiar but now somewhat unfamiliar suddenly took over the conversation.

"Someone has to die. If they don't die, you will die..."

Hearing this, the father-in-law was stunned and muttered to himself.

"So they died for us?"

After saying this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the armored figure in front of him.

"Saburo!"

This set of armor is matched with the Zhenliao sword at the waist.

If it weren't for that honest face that was too familiar, my father-in-law almost wouldn't have recognized him.

Han Zhao, also known as Han Sanlang.

Looking at the shocked and stunned look of his father-in-law, he chuckled.

"What? You don't recognize me after just a month of not seeing me?"

It's really hard to recognize.

Recalling the time when they were together, Han Sanlang was dull, honest, timid and fearful, and then looking at his sharp eyes now.

This change is really huge!

It is no exaggeration to say that it has been completely transformed.

Upon hearing this, the father-in-law gave an awkward smile.

For a moment I didn't know how to reply.

Han Zhao stopped teasing him and turned to look at Chen Da standing beside him.

He usually always mentioned "Sanlang" and showed off to everyone, but now he seemed a little timid and embarrassed.

It was not until he saw Han Zhao looking at him that he greeted him with a wry smile.

"San... Sanlang..."

Having said that, looking at Han Zhao's armor, which was obviously not that of an ordinary soldier, he quickly changed his words.

"Han Junhou!"

In just over a month, the former servant on the city wall has become a general of Qu Army, commanding 500 men!
In the eyes of ordinary people like them, this kind of experience can be called a legend.

But when Han Zhao heard Chen Da's call of "military officer", his eyes dimmed slightly.

The fact that he was promoted quickly actually had little to do with the fact that his last name happened to be Han.

But because too many people died.

The sergeant died, and the person who survived naturally became the sergeant.

The squad leader died, and the remaining one is the squad leader.

By analogy, it is obvious how he obtained his current position as Marquis of Qujun.

Thinking of the nine-day bloody battle that was like purgatory, Han Zhao subconsciously pressed the handle at his waist.

But when he saw the fear in Chen Da's eyes, he still showed his habitual honest smile.

"Brother Chen is being too formal. Just call me Sanlang. I feel more comfortable with that."

But some things have changed and they have changed. No matter how Han Zhao behaves, he cannot eliminate or cover up these changes.

However, it is rare for old friends to meet each other, and perhaps they will drift apart in the future.

Thinking of this, Han Zhao gestured to invite someone to the simple teahouse on the side of the road.

"It's cold, Sanlang, how about you two have a cup of hot tea?"

The two men held the shovels in their hands with hesitant expressions.

Han Zhao saw this and smiled.

"Don't worry, it won't take too long."

It's freezing cold today.

The mountains of barbarian corpses outside the city could not be cleaned up in a short time.

According to your Excellency, let them do this.

It's nothing more than finding an excuse to give them some money and food.

As for the deeper reasons, Han Zhao couldn't figure it out for a moment.

But these are not important for the time being. He just knows that the time spent drinking a cup of tea will not delay many major things, and that is enough.

Chen Da had a struggling expression. It was obvious that he wanted to get closer to Sanlang, but was afraid that it would delay his loyalty to the lord.

It was only until his father-in-law beside him pulled him that he gritted his teeth and said.

"Then drink a glass!"

The three of them took their seats.

The clanging sound of Han Zhao's armor attracted a lot of people's attention.

But there wasn't much real fear.

Instead, he bowed to him with a gesture of reverence.

Han Zhao smiled apologetically, "Sorry for bothering you."

The prince said that since some things are obtained with blood and flesh, they cannot be easily discarded and must be cherished.

The thought suddenly came to Han Zhao, and he subconsciously straightened his body.

Seeing this, the father-in-law standing by couldn't help but sigh.

"Sanlang, it's really different..."

Han Zhao chuckled and did not comment.

After ordering three or two side dishes of pastries, he personally served them hot tea, using tea instead of wine.

"I am deeply grateful for your care in the past. I am grateful to you two!"

Han Zhao had been weak before and had caught a cold on his way north.

If it weren't for the two of them taking care of him, he wouldn't have died, but he would have definitely suffered serious consequences.

As for other care, Han Zhao did not go into details.

In short, he remembered it all.

As they watched Han Zhao drink up the scalding hot tea without a care in the world, the corners of their mouths twitched.

I lowered my head and looked at the teacup in front of me, not knowing whether to drink it or not.

Fortunately, Han Zhao saw their embarrassment in time and broke the awkwardness after another joke.

At this time, Chen Da finally couldn't help but ask.

"Didn't I hear that you entered the Six Gates before?"

"How come in the blink of an eye..."

Han Zhao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Why? Isn't this armor more impressive now than when you were in the Six Gates?"

Chen Da smiled awkwardly.

"But I've been bragging about you in the Six Gates!" "Now that you've suddenly done this, I don't know how to brag about you anymore..."

Han Zhao naturally didn't know what Chen Da was thinking.

But he still recounted his experiences during this period of time.

I will not go into detail about how to confirm his clan relationship with the prince.

After all, there was nothing much to say. Except for the time on the city wall before, he had only seen that cousin from afar and had never spoken a word to him.

Just as Chen Da just thought in his heart, he wanted to brag but didn't know where to start.

Han Zhao smiled bitterly in his heart and changed the subject, talking only about how he transferred from the Six Gates to the army.

Actually, this matter is quite complicated.

At the beginning, relying on the gift of blood, he did go to Liushenmen to work as a leisurely clerk.

But he is really lucky!

A few days later, Zheng of Yuyang rebelled and the Six Gates were ordered to suppress it.

And because his surname is Han, the higher-ups would naturally not forget him for such a great thing.

Just like this, a clerk with no accomplishment at all actually obtained this incredible fortune.

Han Zhao, who instantly jumped from an ordinary person to a congenital master overnight, slapped himself several times before he was convinced that this was true.

After this, his mind became active.

After some struggle and hesitation, he finally made a difficult decision.

Give up writing and join the army!

There is no other reason.

It was because he had figured out that these six gates were the henchmen of his unattainable cousin.

Also because his last name is Han, he would never be allowed to do any dirty or tiring work.

So as to avoid tarnishing the reputation of his cousin in the future.

In this case, how can he achieve meritorious service? How can he climb up the social ladder?

How can we seize this great opportunity that falls from the sky?
So some choices become a natural thing.

Han Zhaoqian drank the tea.

Because many things involved secrecy and calculations of gains and losses, he spoke vaguely.

Therefore, this slightly tortuous process seems a bit thin.

This also caused his father-in-law to sigh for a while.

After all, in his opinion, how nice it would be to stay in the Six Gates and be an idle clerk away from the wind and rain?

Isn't it much better than the current situation where the knife is on the edge of a knife and blood is licking?

But he remembered that this kid was most afraid of death in the past.

He had noticed it when he was repairing the city wall before.

This kid is worried all day about the wild dogs heading south, and he's almost going crazy with worry.

Upon hearing this, Han Zhao just smiled and did not explain.

He is afraid of death.

But he was more afraid of continuing to be like before, living a mediocre life, like an ant or a weed, and losing everything in a moment.

Because he was afraid of death, he chose to hold the knife himself.

Because he is afraid of death, he can let others die first!
So when he faced the enemy on the battlefield, he suddenly realized that he might not be as cowardly as he thought.

But when Chen Da suddenly looked at him with burning eyes and made that request, Han Zhao was still stunned for a moment.

"Join the army?"

Han Zhao shook his head.

"Forget it, Brother Chen."

Chen Dayi couldn't accept Han Zhao's rejection for a moment and said with a red face.

"Could it be...Could it be that you look down on your brother Chen now?"

Thinking back to the beginning, if he hadn't protected him everywhere, how could he be where he is today?

Han Zhao was not surprised by Chen Da's disappointment and anger.

But he still said.

"Live with your good sister-in-law."

With a wife and children, you have concerns.

I hesitate when doing things.

On the battlefield, if the sword is slow for a moment, it can mean the difference between life and death.

Not everyone is as lucky as him.

Not everyone is the now unattainable prince.

The countless comrades who fell on the city walls for nine consecutive days and nights are the best proof of this.

Now imagine that if he had a wife and a pair of children like Chen Da, perhaps he would really be content to be a leisurely clerk and live out his life.

Seeing Han Zhao's firm attitude, Chen Da was angry.

The already poor quality tea in my mouth became even more bitter.

He took a big gulp and couldn't drink any more.

He stood up suddenly and said angrily.

"I know that you are rich now, so you don't look down on your brother Chen anymore!"

"From now on, we will go our separate ways! We won't rely on you anymore!"

After saying that, he picked up the shovel and left.

The old man next to him was fidgeting. After a moment, he finally sighed and stood up.

"That's just his personality. Don't take it to heart, Sanlang."

"I'll go and persuade him."

After saying that, he went straight to chase Chen Da.

Han Zhao, who was left alone, looked at the backs of the two people walking one after the other, without looking away for a long time.

It was not until he heard the gurgling sound of tea being refilled in the teacup in front of him that he was brought back to his senses.

When I looked up, I saw a man and a woman sitting at my table without me noticing.

In just a moment, he was completely captivated by the absolutely beautiful face that did not look like that of a human girl.

For a moment, I even felt a little ashamed of myself.

After a while, the stunning woman smiled gracefully.

"Brother, it is a bit disrespectful to stare at me like this."

Hearing this, Han Zhao's face, which was originally dull and honest, instantly turned red.

Just as he was about to explain, he was suddenly stunned.

Wait! Clan brother?
In an instant, Han Zhao, who had realized something, felt a chill on his back.

When I turned my head, I saw a face much more handsome than mine looking at me with a smile.

The figure that had been quite brave in front of the battle suddenly became limp.

"Han Zhao, I didn't know you were in front of me! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

After refilling the tea, Han Shao handed a cup to Chen Wenjun, then lowered his eyes to look at Han Zhao who was crawling on the ground.

After a moment, Han Shao smiled.

"This is my first time seeing my concubine, so it is normal for me to carefully identify her."

"Why are you so panicked?"

As he spoke, Han Shao fluttered his sleeves.

"We are a family. You don't have to kneel all the time. Stand up."

Han Shao was not so petty as to just look at his woman a few more times.

The fact that he disclosed the matter so lightly made Han Zhao feel warm in his heart.

She stood up with a bit of gratitude and fear, without waiting for him to speak.

Han Shao asked with great interest.

"How does it feel to see an old friend today?"

Han Zhao was silent for a moment, and finally said.

“Not really.”

Han Shao took a sip of tea and consoled her with a smile.

"Life is like this, some people come, some people go."

"Your future will be a long one, just get used to it slowly."

Han Zhao, who had never thought that the prince would say these to him, was at a loss as to how to respond.

In fact, the reason why Han Shao said this.

It was nothing more than this so-called cousin who really made him feel somewhat pleasantly surprised.

I'll just give you a few casual suggestions. If they are really worth cultivating, they may be of great use.

In addition, Han Shao also had a somewhat strange feeling towards this cousin who he picked up casually but was not out of the five generations of kinship.

"Is this the connection and fate hidden in our blood?"

Han Shao was feeling emotional, and suddenly looked towards the direction of the grassland.

Since even a brother of the same clan who is a generation apart feels this way, then...

What kind of wonderful feeling would it be to have a little thing that carries your direct bloodline?

At this moment, Han Shao suddenly felt a little regretful.

When the killing was completed a few days ago, perhaps I should have gone up the mountain to meet the mother and son in person, instead of being in such a hurry.

Thinking of this, Han Shao drank the tea in his hand.

Then she stood up and walked out of the teahouse holding Chen Wenjun's boneless hand.

Han Shao paused slightly when passing by this blood brother.

"Get ready, and follow me on my northern expedition to the grasslands soon!"

Just bring it with you if you can.

As for how far he can go in the future, it depends on him.

At this moment, Han Shao, who was somewhat concerned, finally softened his heart.

"Here!"

Han Zhao kowtowed excitedly and responded loudly.

"Don't worry, my lord! Zhaoduan will not let you down! He will not bring disgrace to the Han family!"

Not bad!

A clever one indeed.

As for...

Han family?

Han Shao smiled with interest.

"Try your best, try your best..."

After saying that, he took Chen Wenjun and disappeared into this simple teahouse in just one step.

From the beginning to the end, the tea drinkers in the teahouse had no idea that the unattainable prince had condescended to drink a cup of inferior tea in this simple teahouse.

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(End of this chapter)