Chapter 403
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 403
The station of the Shenji Camp by the Qujiang River was quiet. Only the logistics soldiers who stayed behind piled up the snow on the school grounds, forming "snow mountains" on the school grounds. The entire camp was quiet and empty.
The army still hasn't come back?
Fang Jun looked up at the sky in surprise, and felt a little surprised. After thinking about it, he did not enter the camp to wait, but turned his horse's head and went to wait outside the Golden Light Gate in the west of the city.
When Fang Jun rushed outside the Jinguang Gate, he happened to catch up with the Shenji Camp in the distance, walking on the snow.The long-awaited family members outside the city gate were crowded with people waiting for it. When the magic camp was near, the family members of men, women and children kept calling out the names of their sons. The scene was chaotic and touching.
It was probably news from the Ministry of War. Fang Jun was a little puzzled that the entire Chang'an City knew the arrival time of the Shenji Camp, but he didn't care.
That is, if they did not return to the camp to assemble, it meant that they were in the army at this time, and soldiers were not allowed to return home without authorization, otherwise they would violate military discipline and be punished severely.But not being able to go home does not mean that you cannot talk to your family members. Some family members shouted happily when they found their relatives in the queue of Shenji Camp. The soldiers whose names were called also smiled happily and waved to their family members. Indicate your own health.These actions often lead to a burst of cheers from the crowd, and the mood is very lively.
However, where there is success, there will be disappointment.
Those people who shouted the names of their relatives over and over again but could not get a response, their hearts gradually fell into despair, but they were still unwilling to give up, preferring to believe that their sons were just behind the big ones, and they anxiously looked forward to it. , Although they felt in their hearts that the worst might have happened, and their son was afraid that he would not be able to come back, he secretly prayed that the heavens would be pitiful.
When all the troops passed by in front of them at the end, these bereaved people had to accept the reality in front of them, and their son would never come back...
For a time, the sound of crying filled the entire West City Gate, calling out the names of their relatives, and crying out some mournful words, grief-stricken.
Gradually, those soldiers and relatives who returned safely to Chang'an, withdrew their joy and happiness, became silent, and expressed their sympathy for these relatives who lost their son.
Since the end of the Sui Dynasty, generations of Guanzhong Erlang have left their hometowns and fought in the Quartet. They wrote Guanzhong Jianer's heroic and fearless poems, but they also buried the bones all over the north and south of the river and outside the Mobei Great Wall.
Since ancient times, war has been so helpless. Some people live, some die, some return home, and some people bury their bones in a foreign land...
Fang Jun sat quietly on the horse, looking at the sadness and joy in front of this world, and said nothing.
War is the most stupid act in this world, but it is also the most inevitable means.Not to mention the Middle Ages when the people were ignorant and the society was backward, even in the 21st century when the economy is booming and the wisdom of the people is open, wars are inevitable.
As long as there are disputes of interests, there will be wars.Rather than saying that war is a continuation of politics, it is better to say that interests are the source of war.
Peace will never appear for no reason, and no one will give alms.
If you want to end this tragic human tragedy of losing your loved ones, you can only continue to fight one after another, until a peaceful and prosperous world can be achieved with illustrious military might!
*****
Wanggou Village, a small village at the southern foot of Mount Li, is also under the rule of Xinfeng. There are only a dozen households in the entire village, living in a low-lying valley between the mountains.The only connection with the outside world is a mountain road that resembles the intestines of sheep. At this time, the mountain is covered by heavy snow, and Wanggou Village has become a Jedi isolated from the world.
If it is placed in the future, such a place is the favorite of those "alpine friends". They climbed and waded to this place, prepared enough daily necessities, and then quietly enjoyed a secluded freehand brushwork, no network, no signal, It's like coming to another simple and primitive world, which is very interesting.
In this day and age, however, isolation means enormous difficulties.
Maybe because of lack of food and starvation, maybe because of illness but unable to heal, maybe because of snow disaster, the whole village was buried by thick snow, but no one knows...
Early in the morning, the chimneys of each household in the village rose one after another, and some low-rise houses were already collapsed by the snow, and the neighbors rushed to help. I had to go to a neighbor's house for the night.But every family is a low and dilapidated house, where is there any spare time to place others?
The arable land in the village is already scarce, and most of them are hillside hard fields with extremely low yields. They can't produce any food all year round, but they still have to bear various taxes and miscellaneous charges, which is extremely heavy.
In this case, being a soldier for food is the best way out.
All the men from the age of 16 to 50 in the village were conscripted to serve as soldiers in various guards, which not only reduced the burden on the family, but also reduced or exempted taxes. up.
It's just a pity that it is really difficult for a soldier to accumulate enough military merit on the battle formation.
Wang Dagen's family has three sons. Except for the eldest who served as a soldier in the Zuowei camp, the other two are young and help with farm work at home. After two years of adulthood, they will also embark on the path of the eldest.
The sun has not yet risen, and the valley where Wanggou Village is located is cold and snowy.
A small isolated village with no visitors, so as soon as this group of soldiers appeared, they were discovered by the villagers. It was like a stone was thrown on the calm river, and the quiet village became active in an instant.
A group of people came to a farmer's door in the east of the village and shouted loudly, "Wang Dagen! Wang Dagen! Come out quickly!"
The dilapidated door panel was pushed open from the inside with a creak. Wang Dagen muttered, and he didn't know who came to the door early in the morning. Both sons went to help the neighbors repair the collapsed house, and they didn't know. What else is going on?
Waiting for the door to be opened, and seeing the brightly armored soldiers in front of him, Wang Dagen was stunned for a moment, and then his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. Lang, suddenly looked at a middle-aged man in a commoner and leather jacket in front of him with disappointment: "Lizheng, isn't this my Dalang's army?"
Li Zheng was silent for a while, did not answer Wang Dagen's question, just sighed softly, turned to Fang Jun in front of the queue and said, "Master Hou, this is Wang Dagen, Wang Renjie's father."
Fang Jun took a deep breath, immediately knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice, "A certain is Fang Jun, who is the Marquis of Xinxiang and the Admiral of Shenji Battalion. This time he led the army to the west, and made his prestige outside the territory. Lang Wang Renjie is the Shenji Battalion Squadron. The leader, on the bank of the Puchang Sea, was unfortunately killed in the battle of sniping the Turkic wolf horse. However, Wang Renjie charged into the battle, and he was unparalleled. Of the five pieces of silk, Yinmeng is the captain of the school, and I am hereby honored.”
After saying that, the soldiers behind him took the jar containing the ashes, raised their heads with both hands, and held their heads high.
Wang Dagen's throat bulged, completely sluggish.
When he first heard that this was a prince, he was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground with his legs soft.This is Marquis. The biggest official Wang Dagen has ever met is the civil affairs clerk who collects taxes in the yamen. How much worse is this?
But when he heard what Fang Jun said behind him, he couldn't believe his ears.
Dalang... died in battle?
Two lines of turbid tears instantly poured out of Wang Dagen's eye sockets.
Even if you have prepared in your heart, you will have to go into battle to kill the enemy when you are a soldier, and you will have to die in a foreign country.But when things came to an end, that kind of heart-wrenching grief still made this simple old man who had just returned from the government to die.
How can a white-haired person send a black-haired person to take it lightly?
Just this jar...
Wang Dagen stretched out his hand to the jar tremblingly, and looked at Fang Jun suspiciously. Could it be that in this jar...
Fang Jun said solemnly: "Ben Hou is incompetent, he brought the brothers out, but failed to bring them back alive, I am ashamed of the brothers, and even more ashamed of your family members. How can I have the heart to abandon the brothers? The corpse is in the wilderness, and the soul cannot return home? All the brothers in the Shenji Camp will be registered and cremated after the death. My dear. These are the ashes of Brother Renjie!"
(End of this chapter)
The station of the Shenji Camp by the Qujiang River was quiet. Only the logistics soldiers who stayed behind piled up the snow on the school grounds, forming "snow mountains" on the school grounds. The entire camp was quiet and empty.
The army still hasn't come back?
Fang Jun looked up at the sky in surprise, and felt a little surprised. After thinking about it, he did not enter the camp to wait, but turned his horse's head and went to wait outside the Golden Light Gate in the west of the city.
When Fang Jun rushed outside the Jinguang Gate, he happened to catch up with the Shenji Camp in the distance, walking on the snow.The long-awaited family members outside the city gate were crowded with people waiting for it. When the magic camp was near, the family members of men, women and children kept calling out the names of their sons. The scene was chaotic and touching.
It was probably news from the Ministry of War. Fang Jun was a little puzzled that the entire Chang'an City knew the arrival time of the Shenji Camp, but he didn't care.
That is, if they did not return to the camp to assemble, it meant that they were in the army at this time, and soldiers were not allowed to return home without authorization, otherwise they would violate military discipline and be punished severely.But not being able to go home does not mean that you cannot talk to your family members. Some family members shouted happily when they found their relatives in the queue of Shenji Camp. The soldiers whose names were called also smiled happily and waved to their family members. Indicate your own health.These actions often lead to a burst of cheers from the crowd, and the mood is very lively.
However, where there is success, there will be disappointment.
Those people who shouted the names of their relatives over and over again but could not get a response, their hearts gradually fell into despair, but they were still unwilling to give up, preferring to believe that their sons were just behind the big ones, and they anxiously looked forward to it. , Although they felt in their hearts that the worst might have happened, and their son was afraid that he would not be able to come back, he secretly prayed that the heavens would be pitiful.
When all the troops passed by in front of them at the end, these bereaved people had to accept the reality in front of them, and their son would never come back...
For a time, the sound of crying filled the entire West City Gate, calling out the names of their relatives, and crying out some mournful words, grief-stricken.
Gradually, those soldiers and relatives who returned safely to Chang'an, withdrew their joy and happiness, became silent, and expressed their sympathy for these relatives who lost their son.
Since the end of the Sui Dynasty, generations of Guanzhong Erlang have left their hometowns and fought in the Quartet. They wrote Guanzhong Jianer's heroic and fearless poems, but they also buried the bones all over the north and south of the river and outside the Mobei Great Wall.
Since ancient times, war has been so helpless. Some people live, some die, some return home, and some people bury their bones in a foreign land...
Fang Jun sat quietly on the horse, looking at the sadness and joy in front of this world, and said nothing.
War is the most stupid act in this world, but it is also the most inevitable means.Not to mention the Middle Ages when the people were ignorant and the society was backward, even in the 21st century when the economy is booming and the wisdom of the people is open, wars are inevitable.
As long as there are disputes of interests, there will be wars.Rather than saying that war is a continuation of politics, it is better to say that interests are the source of war.
Peace will never appear for no reason, and no one will give alms.
If you want to end this tragic human tragedy of losing your loved ones, you can only continue to fight one after another, until a peaceful and prosperous world can be achieved with illustrious military might!
*****
Wanggou Village, a small village at the southern foot of Mount Li, is also under the rule of Xinfeng. There are only a dozen households in the entire village, living in a low-lying valley between the mountains.The only connection with the outside world is a mountain road that resembles the intestines of sheep. At this time, the mountain is covered by heavy snow, and Wanggou Village has become a Jedi isolated from the world.
If it is placed in the future, such a place is the favorite of those "alpine friends". They climbed and waded to this place, prepared enough daily necessities, and then quietly enjoyed a secluded freehand brushwork, no network, no signal, It's like coming to another simple and primitive world, which is very interesting.
In this day and age, however, isolation means enormous difficulties.
Maybe because of lack of food and starvation, maybe because of illness but unable to heal, maybe because of snow disaster, the whole village was buried by thick snow, but no one knows...
Early in the morning, the chimneys of each household in the village rose one after another, and some low-rise houses were already collapsed by the snow, and the neighbors rushed to help. I had to go to a neighbor's house for the night.But every family is a low and dilapidated house, where is there any spare time to place others?
The arable land in the village is already scarce, and most of them are hillside hard fields with extremely low yields. They can't produce any food all year round, but they still have to bear various taxes and miscellaneous charges, which is extremely heavy.
In this case, being a soldier for food is the best way out.
All the men from the age of 16 to 50 in the village were conscripted to serve as soldiers in various guards, which not only reduced the burden on the family, but also reduced or exempted taxes. up.
It's just a pity that it is really difficult for a soldier to accumulate enough military merit on the battle formation.
Wang Dagen's family has three sons. Except for the eldest who served as a soldier in the Zuowei camp, the other two are young and help with farm work at home. After two years of adulthood, they will also embark on the path of the eldest.
The sun has not yet risen, and the valley where Wanggou Village is located is cold and snowy.
A small isolated village with no visitors, so as soon as this group of soldiers appeared, they were discovered by the villagers. It was like a stone was thrown on the calm river, and the quiet village became active in an instant.
A group of people came to a farmer's door in the east of the village and shouted loudly, "Wang Dagen! Wang Dagen! Come out quickly!"
The dilapidated door panel was pushed open from the inside with a creak. Wang Dagen muttered, and he didn't know who came to the door early in the morning. Both sons went to help the neighbors repair the collapsed house, and they didn't know. What else is going on?
Waiting for the door to be opened, and seeing the brightly armored soldiers in front of him, Wang Dagen was stunned for a moment, and then his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. Lang, suddenly looked at a middle-aged man in a commoner and leather jacket in front of him with disappointment: "Lizheng, isn't this my Dalang's army?"
Li Zheng was silent for a while, did not answer Wang Dagen's question, just sighed softly, turned to Fang Jun in front of the queue and said, "Master Hou, this is Wang Dagen, Wang Renjie's father."
Fang Jun took a deep breath, immediately knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice, "A certain is Fang Jun, who is the Marquis of Xinxiang and the Admiral of Shenji Battalion. This time he led the army to the west, and made his prestige outside the territory. Lang Wang Renjie is the Shenji Battalion Squadron. The leader, on the bank of the Puchang Sea, was unfortunately killed in the battle of sniping the Turkic wolf horse. However, Wang Renjie charged into the battle, and he was unparalleled. Of the five pieces of silk, Yinmeng is the captain of the school, and I am hereby honored.”
After saying that, the soldiers behind him took the jar containing the ashes, raised their heads with both hands, and held their heads high.
Wang Dagen's throat bulged, completely sluggish.
When he first heard that this was a prince, he was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground with his legs soft.This is Marquis. The biggest official Wang Dagen has ever met is the civil affairs clerk who collects taxes in the yamen. How much worse is this?
But when he heard what Fang Jun said behind him, he couldn't believe his ears.
Dalang... died in battle?
Two lines of turbid tears instantly poured out of Wang Dagen's eye sockets.
Even if you have prepared in your heart, you will have to go into battle to kill the enemy when you are a soldier, and you will have to die in a foreign country.But when things came to an end, that kind of heart-wrenching grief still made this simple old man who had just returned from the government to die.
How can a white-haired person send a black-haired person to take it lightly?
Just this jar...
Wang Dagen stretched out his hand to the jar tremblingly, and looked at Fang Jun suspiciously. Could it be that in this jar...
Fang Jun said solemnly: "Ben Hou is incompetent, he brought the brothers out, but failed to bring them back alive, I am ashamed of the brothers, and even more ashamed of your family members. How can I have the heart to abandon the brothers? The corpse is in the wilderness, and the soul cannot return home? All the brothers in the Shenji Camp will be registered and cremated after the death. My dear. These are the ashes of Brother Renjie!"
(End of this chapter)
