Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chu Ziling closed the roster in front of him, and his face was not good-looking.

He has been in the Snap camp for two months, and on the first day he entered the Snap camp, he received a general order from Shi, and immediately started to buy horses along the way. Recuperate.

Although there were no wars in the barracks, they could not relax.

As soon as Chu Ziling opened his eyes, he had to be busy every day, and there were endless military affairs. He also had to arrange for training horses to make a horse smell.

Even if the residents near the camp lost a donkey, they would come to the camp to make a noise, insisting that the North Government Army had taken it away.

It is enough to cope with these bare poles to make Zhu Ziling burned.

He is thoughtful and smooth again, and has been dealing with celebrities and celebrities for more than ten years. Those exiles who deliberately seek help and food will not listen to him.

What made him intolerable was ...

"... Chu joins the army."

Another member of the army, Cen, opened the tent and shouted to Chu Ziling, who was counting horses, "Ink in the account is not enough. Get some."

In a Snap Riding Camp, there are often several soldiers with different responsibilities. Some accounted for deliberation, praised the drawing strategy; some arranged forages and in charge of chores; some wrote books, raised good and evil, and so on.

When Chu Ziling was first appointed, he was shocked.

He always thought that everyone called him a "deputy general", and he was already worthy of the name. Whoever thought that the scum was gone, he was still an obscure little puppet.

And when he shook his spirits and thought that he would at least become the Mu Bin to join the army, then he had refused to join the Northern Government Army, and today he was inexplicably the top boss of the tower, Han Lu Da Yuan, even arranged for him to be an assistant in charge of chores!

He had personally heard Lu Dayuan tell the army to persuade him to take more care of himself. "Yes, he is a red celebrity in front of Major General. That's right, but when he first arrived, I didn't know the core military affairs of our Snap Camp. Let him To give pointers, isn't it just a blind man trying to figure out what kind of things he can come up with? In addition, he used to do chores beside the major general. Starting from familiar things, it will never be worse. Wait for him to learn about Snap Riding Camp. I understand that it will not be too late to raise it again. "

Every word is correct, but it is also disgusting.

Chu Ziling swallowed full of resentment, piled a sloppy smile, and turned to get the ink ingots.

Along the way, junior officers kept asking him for chores, either when the next levy was to be collected, or where the patrol squad arrested a suspected spy, where to go.

It wasn't until he entered the military account where the debris was stored that he had a brief silence.

After quickly getting a low-quality ink ingot in a dry debris, Chu Ziling didn't even want to go out.

He sat down in his tent, leaning his head, and his ears seemed to be inquiring about "Chu Shenjun" and "Chu Shenjun".

Chu Ziling buried his face in the palm of his hand and cursed silently.

When Chu Ziling left, he stopped and went to the small town here to drink wind and drink sand. It has been more than three months.

He had no kitchenette shared with his son, no clothes that could be changed daily, no separate sheepskin tent, and even had to use the same roof as another soldier, planted in the main camp and several main cities. The confidant even broke contact with him.

The son did not account for anyone, so he must take care of Chu Ziling.

This is indeed the temperament of Xingyun Yun, acting smartly. If the mother-in-law explained this and told that, it would be inconsistent with his behavior.

But in this short period of two months, Chu Ziling has tasted what it means to worship high and low.

A person like Lu Dayuan who is upright in nature will not care about his spoils for his favor, such as treating him as an ordinary soldier; and those who intend to shoot horses please him for a while, and when they find that the cloud stops and does not touch Chu Ziling What he meant was that he suspected that he had offended his son, and then he would be ascended and thrown into the corner to do hard work, and gradually alienated him.

Fortunately, he brought the pigeon with a little gray neck.

After calming down, Chu Ziling found two letter papers in his arms, lay in a pile of wooden boxes, took out a bald pen, and continued writing.

His letter with Nanjiang can never be judged.

"Mr. Aisha, Ziling has not revised his letter this month, and here I pay my respects and plead guilty. General Wu Yichun's accidental death was not my wish, I pray ..."

At this point, Chu Ziling drew his pen angrily, scratched a big fork dripping with ink on the paper, and then rubbed the paper fiercely and stuck it in his mouth.

This hero, he deserves to be suffocated!

In the battle of Fusui, he just killed a grass bag general who wanted to escape. It was not a great achievement on the side of the Central Plains, and he got a position to join the army. It was indeed a great reward.

However, from the perspective of southern Xinjiang, they have lost Fusui and Weiling in succession, and more than 10,000 troops have been damaged. A large number of grains have fallen directly into the hands of the Northern Government, and the "Chu Ziling" has gained fame after this war. , As if the battle was successful, all on him.

What's more, this battle was indeed a letter he sent to Nanjiang to personally facilitate!

It wasn't him who aired and reported, and little Fusui, was surrounded, and he would never go into a Weiling and a whole grain transport army.

White paper and black words were placed there, and Chu Ziling could not explain what he said, and sorted out the whole thing, it seemed like he was inside and outside, and he wanted to help the Beifu army to plan the southern Xinjiang.

He used to cooperate with Nanjiang in the past, claiming to have the status of prince, which is not the superiority of controlling the whole with faint control. Now that he has such a thing, he feels guilty. He was a short head, and when he read it, he felt that Nu Yan was on his knees, and his heart was very hot.

And the letter he had not agreed to return in the past made him sleepless.

How would you look at yourself in Nanjiang?

Will they still believe in themselves?

But the situation was urgent at that time, then Wu Yichun was timid and afraid, and might not have recruited himself for his life.

Without killing Yichun Wu, he would have to die!

Chu Ziling was distraught. He simply took down the pen, picked up the ink ingot, got up and went out of the camp, intending to write a word carefully and write a letter again.

It took him nearly ten years to gain trust with the people of southern Xinjiang.

Out of the camp, he bumped into Lu Dayuan's lieutenant head-on.

Chu Ziling was thinking about his mind, only slightly nodded to the deputy, right after saying hello, right away.

The lieutenant was a little surprised.

When he first met Chu Ziling three months ago, he was clearly a young man who was quite interested.

At first, the deputy's impression of Chu Ziling was not bad.

He thought that at the age of Chu Ziling, he shot and killed a southern Xinjiang general with his own hands, not to mention pride and forgetfulness, but also to be proud of the spring breeze, but when he saw him, the lieutenant found that his expression was not very happy, and he frowned constantly, I don't like to hear others brag about his achievements, it should be a humble person.

In just three months, the sand on the border and the rough diet have roughened him, making his mouth corners blistering. The bubbles in the corner of his left lip have just dried up and a dark brown blood crust has formed. The corners of the lips swelled again, and a new aphthous ulcer appeared.

He has a heavy heart and does not like to talk to people, and he does not agree with the talkative laughter in the rumors.

Zhan Yuan's deputy was notoriously soft-hearted. He shook his head and thought, I heard that Chu Shenjun grew up with his son since he was a child, afraid that he had never been apart for such a long time.

Moreover, he was used to eating good rice noodles, living in a good tent, and suddenly fell to the side where the bird did not shit. It was normal for him to deal with a group of refugees all day.

Thinking of this, he called Chu Ziling: "Ziling, come here."

Chu Ziling turned back.

The lieutenant pulled him aside: "It's a good thing not to ask you to work. Just now there was news that we were in a camp and we were fighting."

Chu Ziling, who was full of blood bubbles and ulcers, gave birth to a disordered diet and a moody mood. Finally, a letter was drawn up a few days later and the pigeons were placed in the sky.

After a few days.

The letter tossed around several times and spread it over Pasa's desk case.

A pair of green eyes were staring at the yellow stationery, and their pupils were somber that they could not see what their master was thinking.

Pasa's lieutenant was extremely impatient: "General! You still have to believe his evil words ?! My uncle and General Wu died tragically one after another. Isn't it enough to wake you up?"

Passa coldly said, "Dead in battle? Wu Yichun was clearly stupid."

He pointed to the top of the stationery and said to himself, "... why did he write to Aisha? Didn't he know that Aisha was dead?"

The admiral only felt his head as big as a bucket: "General, I am offended by my subordinates, and my subordinates really do n’t know, how can you trust Chu Ziling?"

"People say that they killed pigs in their last lives, and taught them in this life; I think I killed them in my last life, and taught pigs in this life."

The Lieutenant closed his mouth for a moment.

After a while, he still couldn't help but rushed out: "Will you listen to the surname Chu and withdraw from Guining?"

Passa sneered and asked, "Do you really believe that the North Army dared to lift up its army and cross the river to fight Guining?"

The Lieutenant General was slightly surprised: "You ..."

"The Beifu army hit Guining? Joke, Guining has a natural danger. It is separated from the North Army by a Cangjiang river. It is one of the frontiers of General Timur. And whether the Beifu army has the courage to fight us directly, if we avoid Its sharp edge, withdraw before the war, how to explain to General Timur? "

"But Chu Ziling's letter made it clear ..."

Seeing that Pasha was so determined, the vice general was uneasy: "... the little thing when the surname was a secret tactic will cross the river to seize the city while night, and set a reward for your head in advance ..."

One hundred gold, Rao a series of specialty products of Cangjiang Shoal.

This reward sounds really impressive.

"Ha." Pasha wasn't angry. "Little shit, I can't believe it."

The vice general said, "The Chu Ziling suggested very carefully, that we should avoid its frontier and withdraw to Daocheng on the east side, merge with General Suo, make a gap, form a pocket array, and let the clouds stop at that time. Then take the opportunity to work with General Luka on the west side, echoing from east to west, and strangling the North Army ... "

Pasa's green eyes blinked slyly: "I ask you, if the Northern Army did not come at me?"

"Our and General Changka of Changling and General Suo of Daocheng have become a glyph of mutual protection. Changling and Guining are two hundred miles away. Guining and Daocheng are one hundred miles away. It was an iron bucket. However, if the North Government Army was heading for Luka ... "

The Lieutenant General suddenly realized: "Yes! The Central Plains Gouzi is really cunning! General Zhaka is in the west, just upstream of the Cangjiang River, and the Northern Government Army does not need to cross the river to sneak behind it. There were rumors of crossing the river and crossing the river, but where did they come from and they were against us on the river! If we heard the surname Chu, if we withdrew to the nearest General Suo, would n’t we have isolated General Luka? He broke our alliance? "

The more he said, the more reasonable he said: "Sure enough! That surname is Chu General!"

Passa said: "I think Chu Ziling is indeed blinded. Some people are afraid that he is using him to send us false information."

He ignored the questioning of the Vice Admiral, and pondered.

Pasha still believes that with interest driven, Chu Ziling will never betray.

But whether it was Aisha's death or Wu Yichun's death, there was no doubt that one person was using Chu Ziling.

Then why not make good use of this layer of "utilization" and make more profits for himself?

The lieutenant broke his mouth, and saw how Shasha had shaken Chu Ziling's "confidence", so he sighed, "... General, let's say how we can do it."

"Mo Yao asked him to ignore the letter, saying that the Beifu Army would 'come', then 'come'. Send more spies and watch over the Changling. If there are spies from the Central Plains, Mo must fight the grass and pretend to be ignorant and let them go. go back."

"Don't you know the two generals?"

Passa laughed: "If you don't ask the North Army to hurt the card, General Timur won't remember my achievements in helping the army. I can only take credit for it. I have a big appetite and I'm not afraid to hold on . "

Chu Ziling's chess piece is likely to have been discarded, so why not take this discarded chess and build a Qingyun ladder himself?

At the end, he laughed and said to himself: "Children of the same family, Wu Yichun hit the ball, and wanted me to get a shot once? I'm on my head, waiting for the drive."