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From Chengde to Yingzhou, from Yingzhou to Liaoyang, then from Liaoyang to Liaoyang, along the Liaoshui River, through Chenzhou to Kaizhou, and to Fuyu, then here they crossed the Shuangliao River, continued northward and reached Da'an. On this long road, they walked for several months. Since leaving the Liaohe River, they began to fight sporadically, almost all the way. Now, the long journey has long been abandoned in the clouds and mist behind them. Na Qibo wanted to recall what he saw along the way, but he couldn't remember the deep and coherent things.

From Chengde to Yingzhou, the road from Liaoyang is easy to walk, with a wide road, and even the section from Yingzhou to Liaoyang has been paved with tracks. There are many stations painted in red buildings along the way. Each station is a small town, with inns, hotels, and turret towers. A station is a small town and a small military fort. There are both station guards and nearby military treasury households, station personnel and post station personnel. As well as shop merchants and friends. Every twenty or thirty miles, there is a small town centered on the station, a lively place integrating townships, stations, military stations, stations, military stations, and commercial markets. These originally remote places outside the pass are now driven by the connections of these wide avenues, with villages everywhere and cultivated fields everywhere. Every evening, wisps of white cooking smoke rise, making people feel like they are inside the pass.

Apart from those very distinctive station towns, the only thing left in his mind was the four-wheeled carriage boards that clattered under the four-wheeled carriage boards along the way, the smell of horse manure and hay.

However, after arriving in Liaoyang, there was no such easy track to go north, although there was a horse carriage lane. But the road became much narrower. They changed from Liaoyang to the north. On the banks of the river, they saw the tall and huge Liaoyang City from afar, but the officers did not let them enter the city. They waited on the west bank of the Liao River for a day, and then a large number of ships drove up from the downstream. They were all huge ships, some even exceeded 10,000 stones, just like a water town. Under the command of the military police in black-clothed red armbands on the dock, they led their war horses and lined up on the boat with their own equipment. Na Qibo had been assigned to the Six Guards Army and were going to go to the training camp in Yanjing. But the war began. The Six Guards Army left behind in Yanjing were placed on the top. Some of them were also transferred to the front. Before he had been trained, he directly formed a new cavalry battalion with some other tribal cavalry recruits assigned to the Sixth Guards. More than 500 new recruits from Xi, Tatar, Tiel, Tuyuhun, Sogdian, Dangxiang and other tribes into a new recruit battalion. Then they were divided into five Du, and the division was very simple. The battalion commander sent from the above directly ordered the cavalry of light brown war horses to be divided into A Du, gray and yellow horses to be divided into Yi Du, and dark brown horses to be divided into C Du. Because the two horses were maroon, he was organized into D Du, and the horses of this new recruit were basically maroon and golden. The last light red and iron-green horses were organized into the Fifth Du.

Then, the new tribal cavalry of each capital were organized into teams, and some non-commissioned officers and sergeants were dispatched from above to each team, and among them, they served as non-commissioned officers at all levels of the team.

After the organization was allocated, their new recruit cavalry battalion of the Sixth Guards boarded the ship with the new recruit battalion of other troops. Like many partners, this was the first time they boarded the huge ship and advanced on the wide Liao River. At the beginning, many new recruits were very excited, but not long after, many people began to seasick.

The Qibo was also seasick. For several days, he vomited continuously until he felt his stomach vomited. He was extremely weak, and even the war horses had to be taken care of by several Han soldiers from the same capital from the gates. Some of them came from Cangzhou and Dengzhou, some came from the Yellow River, and one came from the Huai River. They grew up either by the sea or by the river, and they were not unfamiliar with ships. The Han soldiers were not new soldiers, but veterans. In their entirety, they served as team chiefs. The highest was the rank of the third-level sergeant commander, and the lowest was also the sergeant commander. Compared with the newly enlisted privates, the Qibo was a full-blooded bird. While they helped him take care of the war horses, they did not forget to make fun of him as a landslide.

"Where did you come from?"

"Red Fox Village in Chengde, Rehe!"

"Xi Man? No wonder!"

In their laughter, the Qibo felt some of their contempt for the tribal soldiers, and he couldn't help but swallow the contemptuous words with some insults.

From a flat track to a river, from a four-wheeled carriage to a larger river boat, even the two high-quality bay war horses that abandoned their erectile pricked their ears and sniffed, constantly stuttering their feet in the cabin, as if walking on the frozen river. It was not until a few days later that they slowly got used to the feeling on the boat like the abandoned erectile prick, and everything returned to normal.

After the ship arrived in Shuangliao, the Liao River had two sources here. One was the upper source of Huangshui, which was also called the Xiliao River by the Qin army. It leads directly to the depths of the Khitan grassland. The largest river in the Xi tribe is also a large tributary of the Xiliao River. The other source is the Dongliao River from Fuyu to the east.

But they had to go north, so they had to get off the boat. The territory of the Shiwei people was always north, but the long territory close to the Shuangliao line, the Shiwei people had already retreated further north. This was the Liaodong province of the Qin army and the unmanned garrison area of ​​the Shiwei people, a buffer isolation zone. Therefore, there was no big road here, so they could only ride horses forward.

After arriving in Shuangliao, they did not continue to move forward, but continued to open the way by the war troops transferred from behind, while the new recruits were stationed in Shuangliao on the spot for a wartime training camp.

The Qibo's new cavalry battalion was stationed in a Shewei ranch. It turned out to be the residence of a small Shewei tribe, but most of the Shewei people left, and only some old and weak people were unwilling to leave and continued to stay here.

The officers sent from above exhausted them every day with boring, monotonous and extremely intense training. It was not dark and the lights were blown out, so they had to train endlessly to change the firewood cavalry queue, and the infantry and cavalry fighting together. Cavalry and cannons fought together, and they had to carefully clean up, wash and feed the war horses every day. Even in their spare time, they had to recite the army exercises, horse sword manuals, military training regulations, Qin King's teachings and other messy words. They even had to endure mosquito bites at night, listening to the teachings to teach them where to learn Chinese characters, learn to draw military maps, and what reconnaissance skills. Battlefield first aid, battlefield communication, battlefield interrogation and other various things.

Until ten o'clock in the evening, after the arrival and dispatch, they had to gather together and line up under the white-faced eyes that were taught like a woman, and then sang the newly compiled "The King of Qin Breaking the Formation" with his hoarse voice like a duck and eunuch.

The next morning, it was another day of replaying the old tune.

Such a life made Na Qibo and other tribal soldiers look forward to going to the battlefield as soon as possible. They would rather fight with the coalition forces and seem to live such a boring and monotonous training life.

On the ranch where they were stationed, except for a group of old men and old ladies, there was only one young woman. She was an old man's slave and a Silla slave. She was not too ugly and everyone called her Aman.

The girl was like a lotus among the green lotus leaves. In this boring training life, the men in the battalion were staring at her, even the officers and non-commissioned officers were no exception.

When she was training for cavalry, she often ran out of her sick and dying master tent and watched the cavalry train from a distance.

The battalions and teams were practicing, but the young soldiers of each team always looked at the red spots in the green bushes from time to time.

Just as their one-month training period was about to end, something happened.

That day, the ragged horse was on duty in the horse shed. During lunch break, several officers' horses were very dishonest and biting their ears. He took the whip and drove away the horses at the head of the team, and then looked at his two red horses, which were chewing the hay with a scent. Because he had not been tired for several months, there were also battlefield materials supplied by the army, and they even grew fat. He gently touched the two horses. For a Xi warrior and a cavalry, the horses were their brothers. At this moment, he heard low shouts and messy footsteps in the dark corner of the horse shed, and he walked along the sound.

Then, his eyes turned dark and he was pulled up by several hands behind the haystack.

"Who?" he shouted.

"That Qibo, you are here too." A voice sounded low next to him. At this time, Qibo adapted to the darkness here and saw clearly that it was several soldiers from our team.

Their faces were a little nervous, a little covered. He became suspicious, and he heard the increasingly clear noise behind the haystack in the dark corner of the horse shed, and walked straight over.

"What are you doing?" He met a Dangxiang soldier from his accomplice, and his bald hair was very conspicuous.

"You kid is here too, go quickly." The new recruit from Dangxiang whispered, "It's so good, go quickly, brothers drag Aman there, that slut, that slut, show off all day long, let's make her happy this time..."

The Qibo's face darkened and he pushed Dang Xiangbing away and ran forward. Dang Xiangren covered his knocked knee and yelled and cursed, "Damn it, you're so anxious. You'll have a share in the meeting. Will you let me go if you come?"

Na Qibo ran to the corner, and in the corner, where the hay was piled up, a large group of tribal cavalry recruits gathered, all of them, with more than a dozen people. He squeezed out a few recruits and squeezed in front.

The young Silla slave Aman lay motionless on the ground, his head wrapped in a horse dress, his skirt had been torn to the collarbone above "rufang". A small Goguryeo cavalry lay on her and trembled a few times, then got up as if he was smiling, retreated to the wall, and gave the position to the person who was his turn.

"brute!"

The Qibo couldn't help but scold, then turned around and struggled to run out.

"This kid is going to report!" A Sha Tuo soldier who was still wearing pants.

A group of people blocked him in the room, covered his mouth, and dragged him back. The robber struggled, knocked down two people and kicked one again, but in the end he was still knocked to the ground. The men wrapped his head with horse clothes and tied their hands so that they could not tell who was hitting him. They threw him to the side of the manger, punched him and then ignored him. After about half an hour later, he heard a whisper and the sound of the new recruits coming in and out.

After a while, they let him go, and a vicious Tatar and two Dangxiang people were guarding the door.

"Don't say it out!" The tall Tatar man stared at him fiercely.

"Don't talk nonsense, or we'll cut off your big bird!" One of the two Dangxiang people next to him sneered and threatened.

Na Qibo watched the other two Goguryeo people carry Oman out, her legs exposed outside her skirt, drooping motionlessly. They quietly carried her to her tent, threw it directly from outside, and left looking around.

He followed him with some concern, opened the tent and walked in.

She lay on the ground. After a while, she got up, her arms were weak and she was trembling. He stood in a gentleman's open manner, watching her stand up shakingly, with her hair disheveled, completely transforming into a person. He reached out to help her, but she pushed away coldly. The eyes she looked at his face as if she was looking at a deep enemy, cold and resentful.

"I didn't bully you. I just wanted to save you, but I couldn't beat them." Na Qibo didn't know why he wanted to explain, but he only felt that his explanation was powerless.

Reluctantly exiting from the tent, on the way back to the horse shed, the Tatar hit him and warned him viciously again, "Don't meddle in other people's business, otherwise, if you dare to leak a little bit of the news... I dare to swear in front of the Heaven of Eternity that we will kill you and eat your meat, have you heard?"

During training, the team saw a scar on his eye socket and traces of his clothes tearing. He immediately asked, "Who did you fight with, what did it look like?"

The Qibo looked down at the torn clothes. When he thought of the incident, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his heart and almost wanted to cry. He lowered his head. But the light of his eyes had already felt that several of the same team participated in the incident were staring at him with vicious eyes. He could feel that if he dared to come out to correct him, they might really kill him in the future.

"What happened? Private, let's go out to report!" The young white-faced team, who was only in their twenties, stared at him fiercely with wide eyes.

He hesitated. Although those guys did something wrong, they were just a female slave of the Wei people. Even if he reported it truthfully, those Han officers would only scold them at most. In the end, the unlucky ones might be themselves. According to the words of the former father, they could not do anything to ruin women, but they should not care about other people's affairs.

"Then Qibo, is someone bullying you? Just tell me, the army will make the decision for you. The army under the King of Qin is strictly prohibited from bullying comrades." The voice of the team leader increased a little further.

For some reason, listening to the team leader's words, Qi Bo suddenly had an impulse, the impulse to say all of these. He felt that the Qin army should be different from the Xi army his father said, and he also felt this along the way. After struggling for a long time, he finally blushed, gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Report, I want to report that there are thirteen soldiers in total - raped the Wei slave Aman. I report..."

He finished a long passage in one breath and reported all the names of all the thirteen soldiers who participated in the ruin of Oman.

This was like a thunderclap that shocked the young team leader, and even the soldiers involved in the matter were shocked. Unexpectedly, the Qibo dared to report them publicly.

The team leader immediately sent a soldier to report to the capital and the battalion headquarters. Soon, the battalion leader and the capitals would arrive in person. The battalion headquarters, Yu Hou, personally led the military police to arrest the thirteen reported people as soon as possible.

Then he sent someone to invite Oman and directly formed a temporary military court on the training ground for a public trial. The thirteen people did not deny this matter, and they all admitted it directly. They did not even realize the seriousness of the matter. In their opinion, they were just a slave to the enemy. So what if it was bad? At worst, they could apologize for someone to accompany him, or be imprisoned for some salary, and at most they would be a military stick.

However, the consequences of the matter were very serious. To their surprise, when the battalion department asked them clearly, he immediately sent someone to report to his superiors. The superiors attached great importance to the matter. After reporting it layer by layer, they soon reported it directly to the Qin King Li Jing, Li Jing, the General Office of the Staff, the Governor's Office of the Five Army, the Ministry of War and other military yamen instructed to punish them severely.

Finally, Li Jing handed over the case to the gendarmerie troops for handling. The gendarmerie Corps quickly sent an investigation team and basically understood the matter before and after the shortest time, and obtained ironclad evidence of the case. After asking Li Jing again, the investigation team announced the verdict.

The thirteen people involved in the case were punished with multiple crimes such as "qianjian", gang rape, etc., and were directly executed by beheading on the spot and showing the public to the new camps. When the verdict was read, everyone was a little shocked. Everyone knew that this time the matter might be quite a matter, but they never expected that the thirteen cavalry would be executed for a slave to the enemy.

But after the thirteen people were executed publicly on the same day, and after they treated their heads with lime, they were sent to various battalions for public display, everyone was shocked. Especially for the newly recruited tribal recruits who had just been recruited, they finally realized that the military regulations and other regulations they recited all day were not boring. It turned out that each of the above was a real iron rule.
Chapter completed!