There are many mountains and roads.

Today is the third day of the army's departing. After three days of walking, the army has only walked more than a hundred kilometers.

But as the army set off, Yang Fan gradually became miserable from his previous expectations and yearning for the battlefield.

The weather in March and April was shady and we marched southwest all the way, and a heavy rain stopped the army again.

The military tent was very damp, and the body was extremely sticky and uncomfortable.

Whether in the past or present life, Yang Fan, who lives a pampered life, is really not used to such difficult conditions.

Thinking about the remaining distance is more than a thousand kilometers, Yang Fan was immediately worried.

Originally, as he was, he could boil some hot water to take a shower in the military tent.

But the conditions are limited, so I can't wash it a few times a day, so I have to bear it until I'm going to talk about it at night.

As the saying goes, "Don't worry about being weak but not being equal." Yang Fan doesn't want the military soldiers to regard himself as an official who cannot endure hardships."

In this way, I can only endure it for the time being!

Since the army is still in the territory of the Tang Dynasty and there is no need to consider security, the current tasks of supervising operations are not very complicated.

Except for inspecting from time to time, Yang Fan threw all other things to his subordinates, and he was so tired that he felt so idle.

Taking advantage of the slight rain, Yang Fan came to the military account of the supervisor's office.

When I walked in, I saw that only Changsun was rushing inside, holding a brush in the military tent and counting the account book.

Seeing Yang Fan walking into the account with a bitter face, Budzuli twisted her body and scratched her, looking extremely uncomfortable, Changsun Chong asked in confusion: "Does Zhongyi Hou feel uncomfortable? Do you want to find a doctor to treat it?"

But I was secretly anxious. This guy should not return to Chang'an after taking leave because of illness.

Otherwise, Duan Zan and his friends would be in vain. This time, Changsun Chong risked his family to confiscate the family and exterminate the clan.

Yang Fan waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just that the moisture is too heavy, and my body feels a little uncomfortable... By the way, what about the others?"

Although it was a bit strange why Changsun Chong suddenly cared about him, Yang Fan didn't think much about it.

Putting aside this guy who wants to cause trouble for himself from time to time, this little guy has excellent abilities.

The accounts supervised and operated are sorted out in an orderly manner and you don’t need to worry about it yourself.

However, seeing Changsun Chong's calm and chic look, Yang Fan was upset.

Why is it that even a weak scholar doesn’t feel uncomfortable, but he is so uncomfortable?

I wondered if I had too many good days and could not bear the pain at all?

It is understandable to enjoy when you should enjoy it, but you cannot endure when you should suffer. This is not a good phenomenon.

Born in distress, die in happiness!

It seems that you have to hone your mind and not to erode your sharpness because of a comfortable life.

Hearing Yang Fan's answer, Changsun Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and even looked down upon him. He couldn't even bear the pain. He was such a playboy.

But he said, "Everyone went down to patrol. The heavy rain just now may cause a landslide..."

Yang Fan yawned: "Oh? OK, I feel uncomfortable all over. I will go back to the account to go to bed first. Just supervise the transportation affairs and the Chief Secretary will deal with them by themselves. Thank you for your hard work."

Yang Fan had nothing to say about Changsun Chong, a young man. As he said that, he stumbled on his back while swaying out of the military tent.

As Yang Fan left, Changsun Chong and Xi's expression suddenly collapsed, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he said indignantly: "You, a chief officer, do nothing, throw everything to me? Sleep... Let's see how long you can sleep... It won't take long, so that you bastard will never wake up!"

But no matter how angry he was, he had no choice. Yang Fan was the highest commander in charge of the operation and the chief secretary. These affairs of the supervision of the operation were originally a matter of duty.

Gorgeous

Thinking of the advance arrangement, Changsun Chong's depressed mood suddenly turned from yin to sunny.

Yang Fan walked out of the military tent. The light rain had not stopped completely at this time, and the entire military camp was shrouded in the drizzle.

Perhaps because the heavy rain just now was too heavy, many soldiers were digging trenches to prevent the rain from flowing into the barracks. The scene was noisy and seemed chaotic.

I looked at the sky and it was approaching dusk. Because it was raining and the sky became darker, it seemed that I could only set up camp here today.

When he walked to the barracks of the soldiers in Zuoying, Yang Fan saw the original original barracks of the Tang Dynasty for the first time.

A leather felt inside was spread on the ground, and a group of soldiers sat on the ground, some soldiers were biting with black dry food.

Yang Fan frowned. The conditions were too bad.

This is not a barracks. It is so wet inside, not much better than outside. There are vast oceans outside, and there are small rivers and streams inside.

What's even more nonsense is that these soldiers were eating cold dry food.

Yang Fan then recalled that no soldiers had set up fires in the past two days, and it was obvious that they used such dry food to satisfy their hunger.

Yang Fan felt that if these things were eaten into the stomach, their lifespan might be much shorter.

Obviously, these dry foods have been left for several days.

The soldiers of the Heavenly Dynasty had a difficult living conditions so much that they did this, and before the war began, half of the soldiers might get sick.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan waved to the personal soldiers who were following him: "Call General Zhai, Changsun and Changshi and others to someone..."

"I've seen the general!" Some soldiers in the barracks also found Yang Fan and quickly stood up to salute.

Several soldiers who had just eaten dry food were so scared that their hands shook and dropped the dry food directly on the skin felt.

Yang Fan bent down and picked up the dry food and asked, "Ele.me, are you here to eat now?"

Several soldiers begged pale: "General, please spare the young men, we will never dare to do so again!"

The soldiers thought that Yang Fan asked Zhai Changsun and the others to come to punish them.

After all, it is not yet time for unified meals to start, and even the dry food you bring cannot be eaten at will. This is to prevent the soldiers from not enough dry food.

Yang Fan waved his hand and let them not worry, and picked up the dry food in his hands to bring it to goodbye.

It turned out that the color of the dry food was not black, but was burnt black on the outside.

On the other side that had not been bitten, Yang Fan took a light bite and almost broke his teeth.

Frowning and swallowing the bitter things in his mouth, Yang Fan asked, "Do you usually eat these things?"

Seeing that Yang Fan was not angry, several soldiers became bolder. The owner of the dry food said proudly: "General, this is our military food for the next half month. This is the one that my wife personally baked me. Isn't it delicious? I have it, should the general try it?"

Yang Fan was speechless, and it was not easy to disturb the soldier's interest, so he waved his hand to refuse.

This is so hard and dry and hard to swallow. If it were placed in later generations, you might not even be able to eat pigs!

At this moment, Zhai Changsun hurried over, and as soon as he entered the barracks, he cursed indiscriminately: "Did you bastards collide with the general? Why don't you apologize quickly?"

After saying that, he turned to Yang Fan and smiled, saying, "I will definitely teach these kids a lesson in the end. Please don't be surprised by it."

He looked at Zhai Changsun with a smile, but he didn't expect that this guy who looked big and thick was not only very thoughtful, but also very protective.

Zhai Changsun’s actions seemed to be trying to punish these soldiers, but in fact they were to protect them. It was so responsible that no wonder they could train such a powerful soldier.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan waved his hand and said, "Okay, put away that fake move and call you here. If you wait for the first time, Changsun Changshi and the others."

The trick was exposed, and old Zhai Changsun's face turned red. It turned out that he was self-indulgent!
Chapter completed!