Chapter 352 Wild Stream!

The wind rolled up the sand, and another dawn came.

In addition to the sudden indifferent wind, the inside and outside of the barracks are awe-inspiring at this moment, and everyone is moving tightly.

The golden soldiers are coming.

The war has begun in front of us. The main battle is Hancheng, but the Jinren is led by a female general. It is said that he is the king of Nanyuan...

"Aren't we going to the front line?" Song Yi asked in surprise.

Wang Kui stood on the sand table and pointed to somewhere and said, "We rushed from here. When we arrived in Ruzhou, I'm afraid that the victory or defeat was divided. What we can do now is to dispatch resources for urgent need, or go to Youzhou to prepare defense!"

"I'm going to Youzhou." Song Yi asked for his life.

"Hey hey, of course I have to go to Youzhou, and I will also go... Only a small number of people will be left here, which is only used to gather food and grass needs!" Wang Kui said with a smile.

"Do you mean that the Zhao army may not be able to defend it?" Song Yi was surprised.

Wang Kui said with a slightly solemn look, "Han Cheng is still not suitable for the war in the north. His soldiers are used to fighting, and the Jin people are standing with iron horses. Who can stop him?"

"How many golden soldiers are there?" Song Yi asked.

"It won't be too much. It's just a female general. I guess it's an army of tens of thousands of people at most. There should be a more fierce attack after this female general!" Wang Kui said solemnly.

"In Ruzhou, we are hundreds of thousands of Chen Bing?" Song Yi said in disbelief.

"Go ahead, put on your armor, and we're ready to camp!" Wang Kui sighed coldly.

Song Yi's mood was slightly turbulent and took the lead.

After coming to the barracks for a long time, Song Yi wore some heavy armor for the first time. Unlike ordinary soldiers, he was qualified to wear the black armor of the mighty army as soon as he entered the mighty army.

The thick black wears Song Yi's body with his handsome face, as heroic as the figure in the painting.

It's just that Song Yi's eyebrows were indeed slightly wrinkled. With the running of the horse's hoof, he felt the pain of his whole body as if he was bumping with a weight of 20 pounds.

But looking around, the soldiers around him, even those who are thinner than him, put on this heavy armor with a proud face. No one frowned and showed a difficult color, but only an indifference.

"Aren't you used to it?" Wang Kui rode a horse and shouted side by side.

"Maybe you should adapt me to the barracks for a while!" Song Yi replied helplessly.

Wang Kui smiled coldly and then roared, "Adapted? No... You are just beginning to experience the life of soldiers now. At any time, soldiers will not adapt to the time on the battlefield!"

Song Yi was slightly shocked and showed an understanding expression to Wang Kui.

"You are good at riding!" Wang Kui said with a smile.

Because they are all on the horse, the way they speak is almost roaring. Song Yi also had to shout and answer, "Fortunately, my riding skills are not bad, otherwise I'm afraid that wearing this heavy armor on the horse will kill me!"

"Quickly get used to it, because you haven't seen your weapons yet!" Wang Kui grinned, showing a bloodthirsty sneer, and his white teeth were dazzling.

Song Yi's heart was a little complicated. Since he felt that the heavy armor of the mighty army was so heavy, he already knew the legendary mochi and hook sickle gun of the mighty army.

There are only 50,000 mighty forces in the State of Zhao, and the number of people who can be added every year is actually very small. Although tens of millions of people want to join the mighty army, it is extremely difficult to squeeze into the mighty army because of the very small number of soldiers killed in the mighty army! And even if there are tens of millions of people, there are only a few dozen who can be admitted in the end, which shows the strict requirements of the mighty army.

This is a team of martial arts, and it is also a team of virtue!

There is no shortcut to anything in the world. Even if it is a war, life and death are naturally more unlucky. The so-called battle case of winning more with less, outsiders only know the legendary color, but they don't know that even the few people who win more with less are definitely the minority selected from tens of millions of people.

The forced army for a few days finally arrived in Wanping outside Youzhou. Although it was an iron army, the mighty army had to camp outside Youzhou for a while.

A cold moon in the sky is sometimes blocked by floating clouds, and sometimes reveals a cold glow.

The inside and outside of the barracks were busy. Some people were helping to rebel. Some people were scrubbing their sweaty bodies that had not been scrubbed for several days in a row in this short time. Even Wang Kui did not mind scrubbing his body with a group of ordinary soldiers.

Although Song Yi didn't mind scrubbing his body with everyone, looking at those people's bronze or dark black bodies, or staggered scars, Song Yi was naturally embarrassed to expose his clean and white body. He was afraid that it would provoke everyone's jokes in vain.

Because everyone was busy, Song Yi talked to Wang Kui and then took the initiative to take on the task of the scouting and rode out of the barracks to visit nearby. In fact, Wang Kui also trusted his riding skills, so he often went out with the scouts...

The field was dark. Fortunately, the moonlight could still illuminate the scene in front of him. Song Yi rode slowly, but not long after, he found a lonely old house in the field. The faint light in the house proved that it was a farmer's house.

Song Yi naturally prepared to bypass the old house to avoid disturbing the people, so he walked around a more remote path on the side of the old house.

Not far away, there was a sound of silence everywhere, but it was this silence that made Song Yi hear a sound of a small stream...

Is there a river here?

Song Yi suddenly overjoyed, and then carefully followed the faint voice to lead the horse forward!

Sure enough... The sound of water became clearer and clearer in his ears. Song Yi was overjoyed. After a while, he finally condescendingly saw a big stream under the place where he was standing.

In surprise, Song Yi tied the reeds of the horse to a tree, and then carefully followed the path and picked open the thorns with a knife to the stream.

After a while, he finally stood on the edge of the stream. Song Yi had already taken off his heavy armor in the barracks, so he easily took off his few clothes, and then jumped into the stream with a crash...

"It's so cool!"

Although the stream was a little cold, Song Yi, who had not taken a shower for a long time, couldn't help shouting comfortably, and then wandered in the spacious stream.

Butterfly, breaststroke, dog planer... In this uninhabited corner, Song Yi showed all his swimming skills. In this dark night, he freely enjoyed the joy that others could not enjoy...

Does your neck seem to be resisted by something with thorns?

For about a moment, Song Yi thought it was something like thorns or branches in the stream, but in the next moment, Song Yi felt that his neck seemed to be wrapped in something as smooth as a snake...

In an instant, the roots of the hair stood up.