Chapter 10 Central Plains bedroom...

Text/Ma Niu Open the drawer, take out the piece of paper, shake it, and there will be thousands of horses and horses all over the place. Our troops went from south to north, living in no fixed place.The day before yesterday I was in the south of the Yangtze River, and today I am in the desert again.The soldiers think of the rice wine in Wuxi from the yellow wind in the desert, and the shoulders of women in the water village from the hump. The team moved extremely slowly in the desert, only walking two or three miles in one morning, and there were still people left behind. The black dots left behind remained motionless on the grid of manuscript paper.Other neatly arranged black dots move on.They start from the left side of the first square, go to the far right, jump to the second square, and continue forward.If it was just dark when they went to the right, they pitched tents and camped.Immediately, dots of flames flashed on the manuscript paper in your hand.At this time, someone asks you to borrow fire. Don't give him the manuscript paper, otherwise a huge white cylinder will fall from the sky and destroy this army.

The night in the desert is very cold, and every soldier has a virtual stove in his heart, around which they kiss their lovers or roast sweet potatoes.Lovers are always late. Many nights, when there was only a faint light left in the stove, they suddenly hugged your waist and kissed your ears from behind, taking advantage of your unpreparedness.Sometimes they don't come at all.The soldiers who couldn't wait were crying around the virtual stove, and secretly erased the other virtual stoves in their hearts. You hold the paper in your hand, and every now and then a sentence describing a virtual stove disappears.When I just finished writing, I put it into a sealed glass tank, and I often heard something hitting the tank wall, humming and chirping.Knowing that there is no hope of absconding, they return to the original paragraph.In that way, the soldiers in the desert will still shed tears in the night to come.After a long time, they began to shoot at the stove.In those cold nights, the gunfire sounded like a battle.

The general organized a scouting party equal in number to the distraught soldiers.It didn't take long for them to follow the gunshots to find their corresponding soldiers.They locked their watches, patted the soldier's face and twisted the soldier's ear at the same moment.But the soldiers still closed their eyes and aimed at a certain place in the air with great precision, and pulled the trigger.Some scouts were wounded, and their blood circled the manuscript paper, like red handwriting left after a review. The general disbanded the scouting team.He thought that when the soldiers woke up at dawn, everything would be solved.He didn't know that at this moment a person from the Central Plains was walking into the bedroom and locking the dusty manuscript paper into the drawer with a click.

Now the desert night becomes endless. The general has not slept, he is waiting for dawn.The original scouts took turns accompanying him.While waiting, they also did some work, such as counting the wasted bullets, the number of soldiers accidentally injured in their sleep, and so on.He also planned to march south as soon as dawn. In the south of the Yangtze River where the seasons are like spring, the soldiers would never dream of the stove anyway.He opened the map and drew on it with a pen.At this time, they were surrounded by a small gang of bandits in the desert. The bandit leader was actually a southerner, and he spoke Wu Nong's soft language.His men are all descendants of the desert, with fierce eyes on their black and red faces, bloodthirsty.They were all eager to try, like mad dogs trying to break free from chains.The southerner waved lightly at them, and they calmed down.He told the general that he needed a batch of munitions and uniforms, and that he was going to organize an army to be invincible in the desert.The general agreed.After they exchanged clothes, the general asked a common-sense question in embarrassment. He asked the southerners, is every night in the desert as long as it is today?The bandit leader glanced at him, patted his ass with his subordinates, laughed and walked away.

As you can imagine, they wore military uniforms, rushed out of manuscript paper, out of drawers, out of the bedroom of the Central Plains people, and went to the south to be invincible.The general dressed as a bandit is guarding his sleeping thousands of horses and horses in the desert waiting for dawn.