ragginovel Chapter 48 Junior Flag Officer
Chapter 48 Junior Flag Officer
A nearby officer, seeing this, asked in confusion, "What are you doing? You're not trying to steal the commander's sword, are you?"
The others laughed along; stealing was impossible, with so many people watching.
The young corporal turned to them and smiled, "It's nothing."
The others didn't pay much attention, just thinking that the kid might have been frozen silly.
When Commander Qian comes out and sees the knife is gone, aren't you asking for trouble?
The young corporal offered no explanation, simply standing there with his arms tightly crossed.
The iron scabbard was frighteningly cold, and gusts of cold wind blew, making his lips turn blue.
But he remained unmoved, only tightening his grip on his collar.
After a long while, the discussions inside the tent finally came to an end.
Despite the objections of others, Marquis Anping insisted on finding the remaining main force of the Ma tribe and annihilating them in one fell swoop.
To draw a perfect conclusion to my life of military service.
Several lieutenant generals and adjutant generals remained, while the remaining captains, commanders, and guerrilla generals emerged from the camp.
The centurion and his sergeant rushed forward, eagerly inquiring whether the matter was to proceed with the mission or remain.
Zhou Dingyuan, a tall and dark-skinned commander, looked down at the ground with a puzzled expression.
"Where's my knife?"
At this moment, the young corporal, frozen stiff, shivered as he took out his goose-feather saber from his bosom: "Sir, your saber."
Zhou Dingyuan frowned, reached out and took the knife, and scolded, "Who gave you permission to take my knife? How dare you..."
He stopped halfway through his sentence, because the scabbard, which should have been icy cold, was surprisingly warm and comfortable to hold.
Zhou Dingyuan looked at the young corporal's open collar, then at his face and mouth, which were so cold they had turned purple.
"I've seen people flatter, but I've never seen anyone flatter like you. Do you think you can win favor this way?" Zhou Dingyuan said.
The young corporal knelt down, trembling: "Our troops have been on a long march and are already exhausted. If there is any further fighting, sir, you are truly brave and will be the vanguard."
"It's too cold, and your hands are stiff, so we'll have to kill fewer bandits."
"Once my hands are warmed up, I can kill a few more."
"This petty man sought recognition, and also for the sake of our army's victory."
It was obvious from those words that it was deliberate flattery. Zhou Dingyuan had been in the army for many years and had seen countless people like that.
The idea of holding a knife to one's chest is somewhat novel.
Zhou Dingyuan snorted and said, "Stop spouting such nonsense and say something you've never heard before, or I won't just not reward you, I'll have someone drag you away and give you a hundred lashes!"
The young corporal, prostrate on the ground, trembling, said, "An elder in my hometown once said, 'Those who carry firewood for the masses should not be allowed to freeze to death.' I'm carrying your sword, sir; I don't think I'll be beaten to death."
Zhou Dingyuan was taken aback; these words had never been spoken in Jing Kingdom before.
At first glance, it seems to make a lot of sense.
Upon closer reflection, it struck me even more as a wake-up call.
Zhou Dingyuan asked with a hint of curiosity, "Who are your elders?"
"He's a farmer from the village," the young corporal said, then quickly added, "but he's very capable; he's already a local celebrity."
Zhou Dingyuan was taken aback. Those who carry firewood for the masses should not be allowed to freeze to death.
If these words were spoken by a great Confucian scholar of the time, or even by a mere scholar, he would accept them.
But a villager, even with the title of a local guest, is not worth mentioning in the eyes of a captain like Zhou Dingyuan.
To be able to say such things requires a certain level of expertise.
He looked at the young corporal kneeling on the ground: "So you're holding my sword for me just to avoid being beaten to death?"
The young corporal clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and told the truth: "It's for the sake of becoming an official! I told my fellow villagers when I came here that I would return in glory! If you don't mind, sir, I will definitely be at the forefront, fearless and undaunted!"
Upon hearing this, the other captains and commanders around him burst into laughter: "At least you told the truth."
Zhou Dingyuan also smiled.
He disliked flattery and, as a military general, only appreciated two types of people.
One type is courageous and spirited.
The other type is ambitious.
"That makes some sense. If you don't want to make a name for yourself in the army and become a high-ranking official, what's the point of chasing after those cowards who only know how to run away?"
Zhou Dingyuan kicked the young corporal in front of him aside and strode forward.
The young corporal felt the pain, but it couldn't compare to the disappointment in his heart.
At this moment, Zhou Dingyuan stopped and turned to ask, "What's your name again?"
The young corporal quickly knelt down again: "My surname is Liao, Liao Shouyi."
The commander took another step, leaving behind words that the cold wind could not dispel.
"If you want to become a high-ranking official, prove your abilities. Start by becoming a minor officer."
"Whether you return home in glory or die like a stray dog in the northern desert is up to you."
As a junior officer, the rank of a junior officer in the Jing Kingdom army is the eighth rank, and the commander-in-chief has the authority to appoint them directly.
Although he only led ten soldiers, he was still a proper low-ranking military officer.
During wartime, low-ranking military officers and soldiers like these had an extremely high probability of dying.
It's possible that by the end of a battle, the junior officers in the same unit would have been replaced several times.
Therefore, throughout history, few important figures have cared much about military officers of this rank.
Young corporal, no, junior officer Liao Shouyi.
Overjoyed, he kept kowtowing to the departing commander.
Even when the other squad leaders, junior officers, and even centurions cast disdainful glances his way, he didn't care at all.
I didn't secretly leave home to join the army back then just to experience a few years of military life.
He wanted his image to be painted on New Year pictures so that millions of people could admire him!
To achieve this goal, what does it matter if we lose face right now?
His parents gave him the nickname "Stone".
A stone that can't be broken by dropping or boiling.
A stubborn rock from Pinecone Village!
Another year has passed.
Thanks to the governance and planning of two county magistrates, Tang Shijun and Zheng Xiuwen, a new area was developed around Pingshui Town.
The former migrants couldn't afford houses in town, but after years of renting, they had saved enough money to build two mud houses.
After the autumn harvest.
Chu Xun, who was thirty-seven years old, stood by the field.
With the addition of a couple of whiskers at the corners of his mouth, he looked more composed and mature.
He formed a hand seal, causing the soil beneath his feet to churn and churn.
Earth Magic +1
【Spirit Earth Spell 41449/100000: Changes soil quality over a small area, or controls soil movement and shaping over a large area】
In seven years, the progress has increased by 40%.
Based on this calculation, it will take about ten more years to advance to the next level, and by then it seems that the Spirit Pearl Grass will not be far away.
In the vegetable garden, several small field mice rubbed their heads in the rain, while two weasels squatted beside them, their heads held high.
A massive water buffalo, chewing its food, slowly pulls a plow alone in the field.
In comparison, the field mouse seems quite inconspicuous.
Originally, Chu Xun wanted to sell the water buffalo before the New Year, but Zhang Anxiu hugged the buffalo and cried her eyes out, refusing to let go no matter what.
After all, we've raised them for so many years, we have a deep bond.
A large snake, bluish-white in color and already three meters long, swam past the buffalo's feet.
The buffalo flicked its tail, showing no fear.
The green and white snake swam to Chu Xun's feet and started to climb up his legs.
Chu Xun felt an unbearable weight on his legs and couldn't help but laugh, "You beast, you're so big and you still want to climb on me, do you think you're still a little snake?"
"When you get older, you'll have to hide in the Songliu River too."