From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 11 Letter from Jiang Qiyu

January flies by.

During this period, Wu Fengdeng's life was monotonous and repetitive but also rewarding.

He practiced shooting during the day and martial arts at night, devoting himself to becoming stronger. He became more and more proficient in "The Art of War", and basically he could feel a slight improvement in his energy and blood every five or six days.

Even without the blessing of Zhu Yan's blood, this progress is quite gratifying.

Unfortunately, it was very difficult to obtain points for the [Lancer] class. After a month of hard training, I only obtained four points.

It's just enough for [Dragon Thorn] to advance to minor success. As for the remaining skills, I'll have to work on them slowly.

It can be said to be both liver and krypton.

Fortunately, Wu Fengdeng successfully ranked first in the assessment at the end of the month and won a piece of the long-desired Zhu Yan's blood!

With it, the practice of "The Art of War" can be further improved!
That evening, after carefully putting away his military tactics, he came to the training ground with his gun.

I heard that there seems to be extra practice tonight.

The sky gradually darkened, with a faint smell of blood, and the atmosphere seemed to be much more solemn than usual.

Sure enough, Wu Fengdeng discovered something was wrong as soon as he arrived at the training ground.

All the wooden stakes they usually used for training were replaced with real people!
Those people were wearing simple white clothes and were tied tightly to the rack with ropes. There were both men and women, with a big word "prisoner" printed on their chests.

It was winter now, and their thin white clothes had long been frozen solid, so it was better not to wear them. Their noses were running, and the snot mixed with blood had frozen into ice cubes, and their exposed hands, feet and faces were all red.

"This, this is..."

Wu Fengdeng was stunned.

"Brother Wu."

At this time, Qiao Li came over with a complicated look in his eyes, frowned and said, "It seems that the coach is going to play with us for real."

"What does this mean?"

Qiao Li took a deep breath and said, "I heard this is called 'breaking the courage', and it is a process that every new soldier must go through."

"Using the bodies and lives of these death row prisoners, we can let the new recruits experience the feeling of killing someone for the first time and face death directly. This way, they will not be frightened on the battlefield and thus not affect the entire battle."

After listening to his explanation, Wu Fengdeng's eyes suddenly became relieved and he understood.

For a new soldier who has never been on the battlefield and has never faced death, it is easy to be frightened by the cruelty of the battlefield, thus losing morale and greatly reducing his combat effectiveness.

What’s more serious is that nowadays, wars require coordination of formations. The missing of one link is likely to affect the whole and cause immeasurable consequences.

So instead of being frightened by the enemy, it is better to scare the recruits in advance, so that at least they will not lose their composure on the battlefield.

"These are the prisoners who will be executed next spring. It is a good death for them to be used here."

When Qiao Li said this, his hands were still shaking and his expression was a little nervous. It was obvious that he was still afraid of the murder that was about to happen.

Wu Fengdeng seemed calm. After all, he had killed a thief last month and had a strong mental state.

In the white snow, screams were heard continuously.

The tip of the gun pierced into real warm flesh and blood, and blood gushed out like a fountain, spraying onto the red tassel, wetting it into strands, and then dripping onto the snow.

The recruits held their spears, some calmly, some nervously, and some with pale faces.

Wu Fengdeng looked at the death row prisoner who had died in front of him. The bloody hole in his heart was as big as a bowl, and it went straight through and killed him with one blow.

It can be considered as a quick death for him.

That night, Lao Hu came looking for him.

Standing on the bloodstained snow, he sighed: "It seems that you have just experienced 'fear breaking' today. How do you feel? Are you scared?"

Wu Fengdeng shook his head and said honestly, "I'm not afraid. In these chaotic times, our lives are our own as well as others'."

"If you want to hold on to your life, this is the only way to go."

Old Hu glanced at him. Although he was only seventeen years old, he looked a little mature. It seemed that... he didn't need to be guided by him.

He smiled dumbly, then said in a deep voice: "You are right, especially for someone like me who was forced to join the army after my family was destroyed and my loved ones died. I have no one to care about me, so I have to live a good life for myself."

"We are the same."

"Xiao Wu, you are different."

Wu Fengdeng raised his eyes and saw a piece of blue coarse cloth, neatly folded, lying in front of him.

"This is……"

"A maid from the Liu family in the city sent her to the blacksmith shop."

"The Liu family."

Wu Fengdeng's memories surged and he remembered after a moment.

Jiang Qiyu was the one who was sold to the Liu family as a servant, so I think it was her.

"Xiao Wuzi, it's very rare to have someone who cares about you. To be honest, I envy you."

Lao Hu patted him on the shoulder, and there was a rare glimmer of light in his eyes, and then he walked away silently.

Wu Fengdeng unfolded the piece of cloth, and saw a few lines of crooked words written on it. The handwriting was very sloppy and twisted, and there were even many typos at a glance.

[Brother Fengdeng, I haven't seen you for two months. How are you doing? I'm working at the Liu family's dyeing workshop now. I have food every day, so I'm not hungry. I've also learned a few characters. The Chinese New Year will be here in two months. Can I go to the army to see you?]

It took Wu Fengdeng a long time to read just a few dozen words before he could recognize them, and his heart felt slightly warmed.

The original owner and Jiang Qiyu met while fleeing, and they wandered together for more than a month, supporting each other before arriving in Guyang County.

Although Wu Fengdeng himself had not experienced it, he was instinctively touched when he saw this short letter.

We share the same suffering and adversity.

The previous month of getting along had made them regard each other as their only relatives now.

"It's rare to find someone so pure."

Wu Fengdeng sighed sincerely, and then without stopping, he went to the military postman's accounting office to borrow paper and pen to draft a letter.

Fortunately, he had learned ancient Chinese in college in his previous life and knew some writing skills in small seal script. The postman took a rough look and nodded after making sure there was nothing suspicious.

"I'll send it tomorrow. It's one cent short."

"Yes."

Wu Fengdeng took out the money he had saved over the past two months, including the military pay for the vanguard battalion that had just been issued, totaling more than three hundred and fifty copper coins.

He stuffed two hundred copper coins into the envelope, and then, in the extremely astonished look of the postman, he took out another fifty coins and stuffed them into his hand.

"Sir, this small amount of money is not enough to show respect. I am sorry for bothering you to come here. I will treat you to a drink when the rations for the vanguard camp arrive this month."

Wu Fengdeng said with a smile.

The postman weighed the heavy bag in his hand, and his eyes changed, especially when he heard that he was from the vanguard camp, and suddenly he smiled, showing his yellow teeth.

"You're a good young man. Don't worry. I'll deliver your letter tomorrow."

"Good work."

Wu Fengdeng nodded and said goodbye.

After he left, the postman slowly leaned back on his chair and turned his eyes to the bulging envelope tube.

Greed flashed in his eyes, but disappeared in a flash, and he shrank his neck.

You can’t mess with the vanguard camp!

(End of this chapter)