All the soldiers and generals burst into laughter, but Ji Feng was not angry, and he was not qualified to be angry. Every laughter of these men was full of heroism and unruly. On the contrary, at this moment, he enjoyed such a voice very much.

"The general was joking, but when I saw the general and all the soldiers, I suddenly wanted to write a poem for you, and I hope not to dislike it." Ji Feng said seriously.

Houyi and others were a little stunned when they heard this. You ran far away to show off your talents in front of us? We can't understand even if you write poems!

But when faced with his sincere expression and writing poems for himself and others, he was embarrassed to refuse. No wonder he said that those literati would become knots after studying, and this is not as simple as becoming knots.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Feng held his hands behind his back and looked at the soldiers who were wearing bandages and were covered in dust and curiously surrounded him, and slowly made a sound.

“Grape wine luminous cup,

The pipa is about to drink and urges you to immediately.

Don't laugh at me if you are drunk on the battlefield,

How many people have returned from war since ancient times.

Yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles,

Every year, the bones are buried outside the wasteland.

I don't know where to blow the reed tube,

A night of conquest for people to see their hometown.

The mountains are high and the road is far away and the pit is deep.

The army was running steadily and storm.

Who dares to take the sword right away?

Only I, General Houyi!”

After reciting a poem, Ji Feng never felt so comfortable or happy. The thousands of soldiers gathered around him suddenly calmed down at this moment. Some people's eyes turned red and their bodies trembled, as if something had echoed, but none of them cried out because they were soldiers, and in the door behind them, there were their families, parents, and children.

Ji Feng's poem is not too profound, but easy to understand. They understand, they understand.

Houyi also fell silent. Every word inside seemed to touch his heartstrings. He originally thought that no one understood him, but unexpectedly, in the huge heaven, a scholar came and expressed his respect for them in the most simple poems.

Especially the last two lines of poetry, which almost serve as the finishing touch. Who dares to stand out from the sword? Only General Houyi!

On the one hand, this is a praise for him, but on the other hand, it is a telling him that the families of these brothers are waiting for them to go home and reunite, rather than burying the bones of war in this deserted depths in obscurity, and the only one who can lead them home and help them live better is Houyi.

Thank you, thank you for your understanding. Because of people like you, we know that our efforts have not been in vain. On behalf of the 30,000 Divine Arrow Camp brothers behind us, I thank you.

Houyi was about to bow, but he didn't expect Ji Feng to take the lead and salute to him and the brothers behind him. This is a kind of thanks.

Houyi smiled, nodded and accepted, and then saluted. The thousands of soldiers behind him also returned the salutation at this moment. The entire battlefield, except for the motionless black centipede, saluted them all.

After Ji Feng finished his tribute, his eyes turned red when he saw everyone like this.

"Thank you, General, to thank you, I want to hang your portrait in front of my new store, so that more people can understand you, know you, and admire you, is it okay?"

"Hmm?" The style of painting became a little faster. Hou Yimi reacted, but saw Ji Feng reaching out and a painting appeared. He called two brothers and slowly pulled it away...

When the figure wearing golden armor appeared in front of everyone with an unstoppable aura, Houyi took a breath, and thousands of soldiers were in an uproar, rushing to look at it.

"This, is this our battalion commander?"

"So powerful, so handsome, so handsome!"

"Look at the divine bow, look at the look."

"So our battalion commander was also young!"

"What a beautiful armor, there seems to be a stream of light moving on it. If the battalion commander really had such a pair of armor armed to his teeth, he wouldn't have been injured last time."

"Who drew this? It's simply, it's simply..."

…………

Houyi stared at his portrait in a daze, moved forward without hesitation, shivered, stretched out his palm, gently stroked the armor, and gradually smiled on his face.

Who has never been young, crazy, and amazed? Who doesn’t want to be a hero? That is the dream of many people when they were young. He has dreamed back and imagined this scene many times, but he didn’t expect that one day, his dream appeared in front of him so suddenly, even a little unreal.

He carefully withdrew his hand, for fear that his hands would dirty the painting, awakening the dream, and kept talking to himself: "It's so good, it's so good..."

"Who painted this?" Houyi was excited, then looked at Ji Feng and asked hurriedly.

"Han Xiangzi, one of the Eight Immortals." Ji Feng smiled and then hurriedly asked, "Is that OK?"

Houyi then remembered that he wanted to hang his painting in front of his shop and make himself famous. This is difficult for him. On the one hand, he doesn't like to be famous. On the other hand, such a good painting, his dream was hanging outside like this, and it was like a rainy day. What a pity, if he could stay...

Houyi thought of a possibility, and his heart suddenly thumped, but he quickly swept out his greed. He had just written poems for himself and his brothers, and wanted to make himself famous. How could he do that trick? Although this is a deserted place, his territory, his brothers are everywhere. As long as he has thoughts, everything will be...

Houyi looked at Ji Feng with expectations on his face and felt a little conflicted: "It's good, but..."

"Thank you for your accomplishment." Ji Feng hurriedly thanked, and when the soldiers heard this, they sighed, because after hearing such a good painting, their portrait of the battalion commander would be taken out and hung in the flower world outside. It was absolutely fake if they didn't feel sorry for it, because just looking at this painting made them excited and full of fighting spirit. For a moment, some people had treated it as their totem every time they went to war.

Everyone, including Houyi, had a hint of impulse at this moment. Although he did not hurt his life, he was just robbed. Ji Feng did not notice it at all. After hearing about Houyi, he was a little confused.

"but……"

"Battery Commander, the deputy battalion commander is drunk and falls from the stone. There is an abyss underneath!" Just as Houyi wanted to use the most gentle language to see if he could leave a painting, a soldier suddenly shouted, looking at him, and just saw the rolling curtain general fall down...

"Master--" Houyi rushed away without saying a word, and the soldiers also shook their armor and went away together...

Ji Feng looked at him in shock, then felt relaxed, and thought nothing would have happened, but today's trip finally got a perfect result. His new store, Zero O'clock Internet Cafe, is going to choose a good day and be ready to open it.

"Can you send me away?" Ji Feng turned around and said to a soldier who had brought him in before.

The soldier looked unwilling, but the general had already agreed. What could he do? He had to smile.

"Please, Immortal!"
Chapter completed!