That night, outside Danyang County, the army camped on the spot to reward him. The army killed pigs and sheep, and the wine was uncontrollable. The fire sticks were red everywhere. The sound of shouting and punching, accompanied by laughter and joy, resounding inside and outside the gate.

"drink!"

"We are fighting to the death, and they have never seen the faces of the rebels. The ones who make the most contributions every time are those of them!"

"Li Bianmen, brothers, I'll take you to honor! Do you dare to answer?"

In an inconspicuous corner of the camp, the fire stick was wrapped in tung oil, and it was burning. The jumping flames reflected the red faces that smelled like alcohol.

A group of low-level officers and soldiers in the army were surrounding Li Mu, rushing to toast him. Looking at him, he was even more indignant.

In every battle, rewards will be awarded according to merits in the army. This is a convention.

In the previous battle, the King of Linchuan knew that he had no way out, and was like the last fight of trapped beasts, and he became increasingly stubborn.

His subordinates still have 20,000 troops who have been in operation for many years and have occupied the advantage of the territory.

If Li Mu hadn't had a cavalry like lightning, his magical weapon came into the enemy formation like a sky, bringing back Gao Huan, who was about to become a ghost under the sword, completely disrupting the formation of the Linchuan King, and making the court army strong. He seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack before the other party formed a formation. The rebels' fighting spirit collapsed and their troops were defeated. Originally, this would have been a bloody battle.

Until the end, no one dares to decide the outcome.

That day, in the endless ancient battlefield, between the two armies, he held the strong and sharp edge, and used a long sword and an iron shield tore open the flesh and blood wall in front of him, causing the horse's hooves to walk forward, and taught the enemy to lose their courage and retreat, so that no one dared to stop him in the end. He could only look at him in horror as the crossbow and arrow behind him, and brought Gao Huan back among thousands of horses.

Anyone who has witnessed this scene with his own eyes that day, even if more than half a month has passed, it is still exciting to think of it at this moment.

Although Li Mu was only a Sima of another family and was young, he had been in the army for many years. He was born in troubled times and was in a war in the world. It is no exaggeration to say that he had experienced many battles.

From the lowest-level soldiers when they first joined the army, to the sergeant commander, the commander, and the generals of a hundred people, two years ago, they were promoted to Sima, who could own a private barracks, who was less than 20 years old. What was the military merits accumulated in one battle.

In the army run by Xu, who was originally stationed in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, almost everyone knows about Li Mu, who was brave and good at fighting. In addition, he was very appealing among the lower-level officers and soldiers in the army.

Since he served as Sima of another department, all soldiers were proud to be able to join his other camps and become his private soldiers.

The three hundred soldiers under him were all iron-blooded and warriors, sleeping in the same tent and dressing in the same comrades. Every time he fought, he sacrificed his life with him and charged in the battle.

However, it was not until half a month that the battle truly established his unparalleled status as a god-man in the minds of the soldiers.

The hero's blood gallbladder shocked the three armies.

Not to mention the merits of taking the lead in this battle, it is not an exaggeration to call it a battle to become a god.

But today, he only promoted from Sima of other departments to the right Sima of the Five Divisions. The position of the chief lieutenant who was second only to the general, fell to the head of the gentry who had only arrived several months ago.

When the commendation order was issued, the 300 battalions led by Li Mu were upset, and the other soldiers also discussed it, which was quite unfair.

A few brave men wanted to go to Yang Xuan to reason, but were stopped by Li Mu. Everyone gave up when they saw that he didn't care at all, but they felt uneasy and never took it. They still called him with the old name of "other division" tonight to show their strong dissatisfaction.

Li Mu smiled and refused everyone, drinking with the soldiers who were competing to toast him.

"You are taking the car, I will wear Li, and we will get off the car and bow to you next day."

"You are carrying a stool, I will ride a horse, and we will meet you next day!"

"Don't say that the young man is poor in the alley, the wind and clouds will turn into a dragon!"

Gradually, some people started to sing this song of Yuedi, which started to sing the ancient Yue Kingdom by hitting each other with the backs of the swords.

There were more and more people joining together. The singing and the sound of swords that made people bloody were magnificent and passionate. As the night wind spread throughout the camp, it attracted the group of officers from the gentry who gathered to drink and have fun in the distance to laugh.

Amid the singing, Li Mu sat alone beside a fire, pouring and drinking on his own, with a calm expression.

Suddenly, the singing around gradually disappeared and finally became quiet.

Li Mu turned his head lightly and saw a young man holding a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, walking towards him, which attracted the soldiers around him to look sideways and countless pairs of eyes.

Gao Huan knew that in the army, he surrendered out of thin air like himself, at least a young gentry who was at the position of Sima, was not popular with ordinary soldiers.

The soldiers below did not dare to do anything on the surface, but behind their backs, they were very repulsive to them.

He was extremely envious of his uncle. He was born into a first-class gentry in Dayu, but when he led the army, he was extremely motivated by the lower-class soldiers, and he was extremely supportive of him and he practiced everything he ordered.

It is said that his last Northern Expedition was helpless due to the situation and returned halfway. A hundred thousand troops returned to cross the Yangtze River. The autumn grass and yellow reeds were yellow, and my uncle stood on the north shore and was reluctant to board the ship. When he looked back and burst into tears, all the soldiers behind him followed him and bowed one after another, vowing that if he wanted to launch a northern expedition again in the future, he would be willing to be his army under his command.

At that time, Gao Huan was not born yet, and he naturally had no chance to see the generous and tragic scene that day. But this did not hinder his yearning for it.

After coming here, he had thought of getting close to them. However, due to years of habit and the eyes of others, he never dared to put down the airs that he should have as a child of a gentry.

But Li Mu is different.

That day, when he was tied to the formation, he suppressed his fear and decided not to beg for mercy in exchange for his life. He would rather separate his body and head than fall into the name of Gao because of himself, he was saved by Li Mu in such a way that he had never dared to imagine before.

Survive in a desperate situation!

At that moment, the sword and horse were covered with blood, and his body exuded a bloodthirsty and fierce murderous aura. He killed the Sima of the other troops who came to him, and became a person in his mind who could be compared with his uncle.

Even though he was born into a commoner, his status was far less than that of himself.

Gao Huan came to Li Mu under the gaze of countless eyes, poured wine into the cup, served it with both hands, and said respectfully: "Li Sima, I will never forget the kindness of saving my life! Please drink this cup."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the man in front of him, feeling a little nervous.

After being rescued, out of gratitude and admiration these days, he has always tried his best to get close to this young military officer.

He had a feeling that Li Mu did not despise him like the poor military officers in the army who were promoted through accumulation of military merits.

Even that day, when he was just rescued, he was just out of control of his emotions. When he hugged him who had brought him back and cried bitterly, he raised his hand and gently patted his back, as if comforting him. The tenderness of the iron man was probably nothing more than that.

But Li Mu's attitude towards him was not considered close.

At least, it is far from reaching the level that Gao Huan expects.

Tonight he had been trying to find him to thank him again, but he was pulled over and said that he had a banquet for him to be shocked. He was finally able to escape and immediately came over.

He held the glass with his hands in the air, motionless, waiting for Li Mu to receive the wine. He looked expectant and nervous, but he saw him staring at the wine glass he presented with, his eyes were quiet, and there seemed to be an undercurrent in his eyes, as if he had been trapped in some distant meditation, and the person was motionless.

There was a silence around.

"Li Sima?"

Gao Huan was a little puzzled, became more and more nervous, and called out again carefully.

Li Mu's eyes moved slightly, and he came back to his senses. He smiled, took the wine glass from his hand, and drank it all in one go.

Gao Huan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the soldiers around him, and saw countless pairs of eyes looking at him, suddenly getting hot all over. Without thinking, he filled another cup, raised it to the people around him, and said loudly: "You are all warriors who have lived and died with Sima Li! I, Gao Huan, respected the warriors the most in my life, I would like to honor you all!" After saying that, he raised his neck and drank it in one gulp.

That day, he was escorted by the rebels in front of the formation, under the sword, without any fear, and never beg for mercy. Many people here also saw it with their own eyes. They admired this noble son of Gao, who was usually very lonely.

Although the children of the gentry were superior, even if they joined the army, most of them just followed the family arrangements and used this as capital for future advancement.

But among them, there may not be people without backbone.

This young man from Gao is an example.

It would be fine if he toasted Li Mu to thank him, but it was really surprising that he took the initiative to toast to others like him.

Everyone was a little surprised, looked at each other, and finally looked at Li Mu.

Li Mu smiled slightly and nodded.

Everyone followed the wine in the glass and said in unison, "Thank you, Young Master!" The voice was like thunder.

The atmosphere that had just passed quietly returned to the enthusiasm, and the sound of laughter was endless.

Gao Huan came over, and in addition to expressing his gratitude, he also had something else in his heart. He respectfully invited Li Mu to a place where young people were, bowed to him to the end, and looked solemn: "Li Sima, can I join your Sima camp? I am willing to help you, let me be driven! Please Li Sima accept me!"

Li Mu glanced at him, turned around and left.

Gao Huan was anxious and chased him, saying, "I am not a person who is afraid of death! I am not the only one who is captured this time! I am determined to serve the country. As long as Li Sima nods, I will definitely convince my uncle."

Li Mu stopped and pointed to a huge rock at his feet that touched his arms around him: "Move it up!"

Gao Huan was stunned.

"If you can move it away from the ground, I will accept you." Li Mu said lightly.

Gao Huan was overjoyed, his eyes lit up. He immediately stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, stole his horse, and hugged his hands.

But the stone seemed to have a root. No matter how hard he exerted his strength, he would not move at all. Finally, he used his strength to suffocate his face and turned red. He could only move it slightly. His feet were unstable, but instead sat on the ground. Finally, he had to let go, get up, and keep breathing.

"Liu Yong!"

Li Mu called out loudly.

A young soldier of the same age as Gao Huan was extremely thin, shorter than Gao Huan. His eyes were circling around and like a monkey, ran over quickly and saluted Li Mu: "What order does Li Sima have?"

"move!"

Li Mu pointed to the stone.

The young man glanced at Gao Huan, laughed, squatted down, roared, and asked him to move the stone that was at least 100 kilograms.

Not only did he move it up, he also hugged it in his arms, and walked back and forth several times in front of Gao Huan, with a very relaxed look. Finally, he threw it back to the ground, clapped his hands, bowed to Li Mu, and retreated.

Gao Huan's face was red and his ears were frozen there.

"Young Master Gao, I heard that you are skilled in calligraphy and are famous. But here I only accept people who can move Junshi. You should go back so that your family will not be worried."

He said in a gentle voice, patted Gao Huan on the shoulder and left.

Gao Huan froze in place, staring at Li Mu's back in a daze, and was dejected.

"Zi Le! Why are you here?"

A sound suddenly came from behind.

Gao Huan turned around and saw that Lu Huanzhi, who came here to reward the army today with Jiankang officials.

"Yiting!"

He called out his friend, ignited the frustration just now on his face, and smiled.

After Lu Huanzhi put his hands on his back, he looked at the departing back in front of him.

"He was born into a commoner, but he was just a Sima. Even if he saved you in front of the formation, it would be natural. What's more, he could still claim credit to your uncle. Why do you have to demote yourself and be so close to him?"

When Lu Huanzhi spoke, his voice did not lower his voice at all, obviously he didn't care whether he was heard.
To be continued...