But My Fists don't believe me.

Tang Xiaoyu returned to the tent, perhaps the day's march had made everyone very tired, Xiao Wu and the others were already asleep.

Tang Xiaoyu sometimes wondered, did the army only march on foot? Why don't they recruit some horse carriages and ox carts to carry everyone? It was only today that he realized, the reason was because time was too tight.

After covering Xiao Wu and the others with blankets, as Tang Xiaoyu lay down to sleep, a paper crane fell in front of him.

Picking up the paper crane, Tang Xiaoyu looked around but didn't see anything special about it.

[This is the way of cultivators? Whatever! It should be that girl Wang Ziyan's doing.]

Getting up and walking to the bonfire outside, Tang Xiaoyu opened the paper crane.

The words on the paper made Tang Xiaoyu involuntarily admire it.

"The handwriting is good, just a little better than mine, not any more."

Seeing the words "bastard", Tang Xiaoyu was speechless.

Soon, Tang Xiaoyu finished reading the contents of the paper.

"Is this a threat to me? I, a seven-foot man, would be afraid of your threats? This is simply a joke."

After saying that, Tang Xiaoyu ran back to the tent to get a pen and started writing a letter on the back of Lin Qingying's paper.

[Sister San:

Seeing your letter, I was very happy, ......(omitting two hundred words here) Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of your threats! I'm just following my heart.

Also, can you use a bigger piece of paper next time? This little piece of paper, I can write so many words on it, it shows my good calligraphy.

Tang Xiaoyu]

In less than three hundred words, he wrote the most stubborn words expressing the most cowardly meaning.

After folding the paper back into a crane shape, Tang Xiaoyu was in trouble.

"How do I make it fly back?"

After thinking about it, Tang Xiaoyu threw the paper crane like a paper airplane.

The paper crane flew into the air and immediately came alive, flying towards White Tiger City.

In the Hundred Flowers Lane, Lin Qingying was drinking with Wang Ziyan and Sima Ruoxue. A paper crane flew into Lin Qingying's hand and she casually took it and would read it after returning.

Receiving Tang Xiaoyu’s reply, Lin Qingying was in an even better mood.

After leaving, Lin Qingying hurried back.

Entering the bedroom, she opened the paper crane, and saw Tang Xiaoyu's dog-crawl handwriting.

After reading the letter Tang Xiaoyu wrote, Lin Qingying couldn't stop smiling.

"This guy is still so funny, can't you pretend to be tough for once?"

"Also, what does your handwriting have to do with calligraphy?"

After tidying up her mood, Lin Qingying found a bigger piece of paper and started writing back to Tang Xiaoyu.

[Xiaoyu:

Since you're so sensible, I'll forgive you for now, ......(omitting four hundred words here)

I have face, if you make me lose face, there are only two paths waiting for you.

One is I beat you to death, the other is I get someone to beat you to death.

Think carefully about the rest yourself.

Right, you must follow your heart! I don't like forcing others.

That's it! I look forward to your reply not disappointing me.

Lin Qingying]

After writing, Lin Qingying folded the paper into a crane and threw it into the air before going to bed.

The next day, in order to complete the general's orders, Tang Xiaoyu was thinking about which songs were suitable for boosting morale.

After thinking all morning, Tang Xiaoyu selected several songs suitable for soldiers to sing.

[This must be taught! With so many people, it’s not realistic for me alone to teach, I can only seek the general's help.]

With this thought, Tang Xiaoyu told Wu Yong his ideas, and Wu Yong reported Tang Xiaoyu's ideas to the general.

The general said he would fully support it.

In the evening, the general called all the captains to the camp tent.

"Today, there's nothing else, just to teach everyone to sing."

No one showed dissatisfaction, they just quietly waited for the general to continue.

"Little Tang, come in."

Hearing this, Tang Xiaoyu walked in.

"Greetings, Generals."

"Alright, don't be so serious."

"Yes."

"Everyone is here, you can start!"

"Okay."

Tang Xiaoyu hung up the prepared cloth and turned around. He felt many people below were quite familiar, some even winked at him, glancing at the general from time to time.

Tang Xiaoyu understood the meaning in a second, then said, "I'll sing one sentence, everyone sings one sentence."

"The first song, 'We Soldiers' doesn't require any skills, just roar out loud."

Tang Xiaoyu pointed to the first line on the cloth with a stick and sang loudly: "We soldiers, what's so different about us."

"We soldiers, what's so different about us."

Just like this, Tang Xiaoyu sang one sentence, and the people below followed and sang one sentence. Of course Tang Xiaoyu changed some lyrics, this was no joke.

Then he also taught everyone 'Green Flowers in the Army'.

The sight of a group of burly men singing along almost made Tang Xiaoyu unable to hold back his laughter.

He also taught everyone the song 'A Young Man's Ambition'.

The songs Tang Xiaoyu knew were basically quite popular songs. For others he only knew a few lines.

So he only taught these three songs suitable for singing in the army.

After about an hour, everyone had basically learned it. Tang Xiaoyu handed out stacks of paper with lyrics to them.

"The lyrics are on it, go back and memorize them yourself."

"That's it for today! Thank you everyone for cooperating." Tang Xiaoyu bowed and said.

Everyone else also bowed in return.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Tang Xiaoyu went to read the letter.

Seeing everyone still there holding the papers and singing, the general started driving people away.

"Get out of here and go practice on your own, hurry and teach your own men while there's still time."

"Yes."

Everyone bowed and left.

On the way back, the captains talked with each other.

"Listen and see if I sang it right."

"Go away, you want to show off you sing better than me right!"

"Haha, you saw through me!"

"Humph!"

One person approached and asked, "You guys were quite cooperative today, that's not your style!"

Everyone looked at the person disdainfully: "Do you and that Wu Yong brat understand what mood is?"

"Those two don't understand that, they only understand pole dancing."

"Haha."

Everyone laughed for a while, then explained, "Xiaotang, you two may not recognize him, but we are all familiar with him, he is our little brother."

Wu Yong was also curious, so he walked over and asked, "How do you all know Little Tang?"

Everyone was a little embarrassed. One person said, "Don't worry about these details, we just know him, that’s all."

Everyone echoed in unison: "That's right, don't worry about these details, we just know him, that’s all."

After saying that, everyone fled like they were running for their lives.

Wu Yong and the other were dumbfounded, not understanding at all. Wu Yong felt he could ask his younger brother for more details.

He bid the captain farewell, and went to find Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu didn't know what was going on, he was just pulled aside by his older brother to a secluded corner.

"When you went out drinking and enjoying yourself, did you often run into those captains from our army?"

Xiao Wu seriously said, "How could that be! I've never run into them even once."

Wu Yong clenched his fist: "Oh! Is that so? But my fist doesn't believe it!"

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