In the southwest of the county town, seven camps were built, each with 10,000 to 20,000 people. The seven camps had at least 100,000 people. They looked like the mountains and fields were everywhere.

The Red Eyebrow Army battalions live in one place, both men, women, young and old. Of course, most of them are young and middle-aged people, because they are in good health and are easier to survive in their long collective wandering careers.

Wang Hu is only eighteen years old this year, but he has been traveling with his parents for seven years. There are many children like Wang Hu in the army. They have grown up little by little during the march with a large group of people. They see battlefields, killing and death, so they are naturally more fierce than ordinary children.

Wang Hu's father is a small leader in Taishan Camp, with hundreds of people under his command, which gives him some privileges when robbing property. Except for some things that really have nothing to grab and have to starve, generally speaking, the family of three can live a good life.

The past half a month has been very peaceful and comfortable. Although the weather is hot, it is not unbearable. There is enough food and you can eat it with almost open stomach. Wang Hu was not thin originally. After eating for more than ten days, he weighed about ten pounds. He looked very strong and looked like an adult.

His mother has been looking at her son recently and said, "How great would it be if life was like this, without fighting and killing, and just lying in the camp to eat every day!"

His father sneered and shook his head repeatedly. The Red Eyebrow Army has always been like this. If you do a big business, you can eat a few more days and live a comfortable life. After you have eaten it up, you will have to set off again and find the next prey.

The things you stolen are also free to use, spend money at will, and eat food at will, so you don’t have to save up to live. No one can tell how long they can live. If they die on the battlefield one day, it will be useless to save more things.

Wang Hu is a young man who is a little older than a half, and he is already energetic. In addition, he has food in his stomach, so he feels endless energy. He runs in and out of the camp every day and hangs out with a group of friends.

On this day, he and a few brothers discussed going up the mountain to play. He left the Taishan Camp and headed east. After passing the gate of Nancheng Camp, he suddenly saw a small camp building on a gentle slope, neatly clustered new tents, and bright flags, which looked particularly eye-catching.

"Where is this team? Why don't you look like us?" Wang Hu asked suspiciously.

The friends all shook their heads. No one knew the origin of this team, but they all saw that this team was unusual.

The general Red Eyebrow Army has no flags or orders, and camping is quite casual. Those with homes basically eat and live as a unit, while those without homes can squeeze in a tent. No matter how the tent is supported, they are all casual. Each Red Eyebrow Army camp is equivalent to a temporary residence, full of the atmosphere of life of pots and pans.

I am used to living in a messy residential area, and the regular military camp in front of me suddenly makes people shine. Looking at the flags fluttering in the wind, all kinds of colors fluttering in the wind, it is so exciting!

"There must be a big shot here." Several teenagers came to the conclusion unanimously.

They guessed it right, and soon the big man came out of the camp.

More than a dozen horses ran out, each holding a flag. The knights on the horse were all young and strong young men. They wore uniform red tops and dark pants, and looked fierce.

This posture suddenly shocked Wang Hu and others. The Red Eyebrow Army almost all had torn clothes. Even if anyone dressed better, it was still mixed. Wear whatever he wanted. Have you ever seen such unified clothing operation?

Behind a dozen people was a particularly cool carriage, pulled by four snow-white horses, with red curtains on it. A young man was sitting upright in the car, wearing black clothes. Wang Hu had sharp eyes and found that the man had a dragon embroidered on his black clothes.

"It's Your Majesty!" Wang Hu shouted excitedly.

"Really, it's your majesty!" Several young men's faces were red.

Behind the emperor's carriage was a team of cavalry, all wearing bright short-sleeved tops and dark shorts. More than a hundred people let go of their horses' hooves, and smoke and dust rolled in, and the sound was amazing.

"Your Majesty's personal army!"

"It's so beautiful, so majestic!"

"If I put on that dress, it would look good!"

"Follow up and take a look!"

A few teenagers spread their legs and ran behind the team. I don’t know how much dust they ate. After finally getting rid of the dust, the team was gone.

Wang Hu felt excited and melancholy, and was full of envy for those people. His mood was equivalent to the first time Liu Xiu saw the Emperor's Guard traveling, and he made the sigh that had been passed down through the ages: "Officials should be regarded as holding Jinwu."

At this time, Wang Hu also wanted to be a member of the Emperor's Guard instead of following someone else's butt to eat dust.

A young man shouted: "Looking at the direction should be to Wenyang Camp, let's go and see the fun."

These half-aged men were idle and had nothing to do, and they were busy wherever they could get busy. After finally meeting this opportunity, they all wanted to go there enthusiastically, and even forgot what they had originally done.

The young man had the greatest enthusiasm and the most abundant physical strength. A few people chased each other and rushed to Wenyang Camp. They didn't see the emperor's guards, but encountered a large number of young men running out of their own camps. They all ran in a hurry and shouted: "It should be going to Puyang Camp!"

The more people there were, the more excited they were. Everyone ran, screaming and venting their infinite energy. They ran away again. They suddenly saw the emperor's ceremonial guards coming towards them, with smoke and dust rolling, flags flying, and horse hooves roaring.

The young men dispersed and made a way out. They watched the emperor and his group pass by. The guards rode on high-headed horses, with solemn faces, raised their heads and chests, and their eyes were not slanted, as if they had not noticed the existence of these spectators.

The boys of various camps who were ignored became more and more envious, and could be called jealous. They looked at their majestic peers on horseback, and looked down at their tattered clothes, and felt a little uncomfortable.

At this time, the emperor's carriage suddenly slowed down, and the cavalry quickly sorted out the queue and lined up in four rows. Following the captain's command and the flags waving left and right, they advanced forward and left and right, changing their formation.

This is the first time that the teenagers have seen military training. They usually don’t practice at all. Occasionally, some people can attract a lot of spectators by waving a few swords and guns, let alone such a queue of more than a hundred people.

"After all, it's the emperor's personal soldiers, look at their military appearance!"

"Yes, how neat! Order left, then turn left."

In fact, they were very inconsistent in their rotation, both fast and slow, and arranged in a bad manner. They were not considered anything in the eyes of any modern college student who had undergone military training. But in the eyes of these young men who had never seen formal training, these unified military uniforms, loud commands, and unified actions all had great visual impact. Just like a person who was hungry every day, eating something casually was delicious. The team was not very good, but they couldn't stand these young men who had never seen the world and started too low. The queues that Liu Penzi and other guards trained after several days were already the most awesome in the army.

The young men were watching with relish, and suddenly heard someone shouting, "Draw the sword!" More than a hundred cavalrymen all pulled out the ring-headed swords. They all held the swords in their right hands, erected in front of their chests. The blades were shining with cold light, and the soldiers' straight backs and firm expressions were so handsome.

The sword was unsheathed, the military power doubled, the spectators exclaimed, and the atmosphere on the scene reached its peak. No one noticed that one of the people in the team accidentally scratched their hand when they drew their swords. They were now grinning secretly, while the other person's sword accidentally fell to the ground. He did not dare to get off the horse and put it on his chest, so he clenched his fists. A considerable number of people held the swords in their left hand because they couldn't tell the difference.

Wang Hu felt like he had drunk wine, and his every move was a little dizzy. He felt that his head had stopped thinking and his legs were not under control. He followed the crowd in a daze and followed behind the cavalry team.

The dazzling sword lights were like candlelights, and he had turned into a moth. He wanted to fly wherever the candlelight was.

The cavalry team trotted forward, and more than one hundred people shouted the command rhythmically: "Go forward, show off! Go forward, show off, show off!"

The teenagers behind all inquire about each other, "What are they shouting?"

"What does it mean to be pretending?"

"It's so stupid, it means moving forward and charging."
Chapter completed!