风刮得正紧，老张缩着脖子站在玉门关城头，脸都快被吹僵了。几百号兵丁挤在城头，像被塞进麻袋的耗子，大多 눈 practitioner practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing practicing马，眼神躲躲闪闪，一看就是没吃饱饭，更别说打仗了。

“都他娘的给我站直了！”老张扯着嗓子吼了一嗓子，声音在风中散得七零八落，“盯着城下那帮狗日的，别他妈走神！”

底下兵丁应了一声，声音更是虚飘，估计心里头都在盘算着晚上吃什么。