Chapter 348: Lord General, fortune telling (8)
However……
A certain strong general inserted the nails in the tent last night. She used all the energy to eat and breast, and she couldn't pull them out.
The little guy can only sit on the ground, blushing his little dumpling face, and sullen his head against those ground nails.
"Little Guoshi, let us do this kind of hard work..."
Seeing this, the little soldiers discussed last night subconsciously wanted to help.
But before taking two steps, a few people quickly brushed a tall and long shadow on their sides.
Yes.
It was their dear general who passed by again!
Several people stared in surprise, and watched Yan Heng step forward.
Apart from anything else, like a rabbit, he picked up the little Guoshi sitting on the ground and put it aside.
After that, he quietly pulled out his masterpiece of last night, one by one, and threw it on the ground with a few clinks.
"..."
Xiang Xing put his hands in his hands and looked at the expressionless man in astonishment.
This strength is too much, right?
Last night, she looked at him and used her feet to nail the ground into the ground...
It didn't take long before Yan Heng even folded the tarpaulin of the tent for her, and packed it into a small package.
Afterwards, holding the tent in one hand and people in the other with a calm expression on his face, under the astonished eyes of the lieutenant soldiers of the whole camp, he threw the people into the carriage with the tent.
"Time is running out, the whole army will set off immediately."
The man glanced at everyone indifferently, and turned on his horse first.
The lieutenants of the soldiers suddenly realized that they continued to work on their lives.
Yuan, the general is just in a hurry...
Scared them to death!
...
The support army continued to advance north.
Over a stretch of mountains, the large group of people came to a large cable bridge that straddled the cliff and deep valley.
"Brothers, cross this cable bridge, and we will officially enter the Northern Territory!"
The lieutenant turned his horse's head, pulling at his loud loud voice, and yelled in front, "The destination is right ahead, so I can cheer up Lao Tzu!"
"Drink! Drink!—"
The lieutenant's shout greatly encouraged the morale of the entire army. Apart from the excitement of the soldiers, they also followed him to chant slogans quite frequently.
The shouts resounded through the mountains and forests, but almost no one noticed it. In the loud shouts, there were also several relatively weak "Stop!"...
Soon, the team moved forward again.
But before taking two steps, the soldiers saw a small hand suddenly stretched out of the national division carriage, grabbed the rein from the soldier's hand, and slammed.
"Call!—"
The horse neighed and raised its front legs high, causing the carriage to abruptly stop.
After that, their little country teacher jumped off the carriage lightly and ran towards the front of the team.
He ran to Yan Heng's horse hoof, opened his slender arms, and stopped him with his horse.
"……what are you doing?"
Yan Heng frowned and glanced down at her with a slightly displeased look, his tone of voice was slightly deep, "We are on the way, what's the matter with the national teacher, please wait until the soldiers cross the bridge."
"It's too late after crossing the bridge."
Xiang Xing curled his mouth, gave the man a gloomy look, and quickly recovered.
She straightened her body, her soft voice was milky with milk, but her expression was extremely serious, "This bridge is strange, you just passed by. There is only one dead end."