Chapter 1605 Sadness

Modila took out the wine he had collected at home. The wines from the Western Regions were all passed down from them. They had been stored for a long time and he was reluctant to drink them at ordinary times. Now that his son was about to go on an expedition, if he didn’t take them, If you go out for a drink, you may not have this opportunity in the future.

The younger son is in his thirties this year and is in his prime. If the court recruits people, such people will definitely be at the front of the queue. Moreover, the younger son has served in the army and is among the people the court needs most.

"Father."

Modila's youngest son raised his glass and wanted to have a drink with his father before leaving. However, Modila did not raise his glass. Instead, he stretched his head and looked outside. There were two soldiers standing at the door. It's impossible to run there, so now I have to say something important.

"Remember, what I told you before, about the things on the battlefield, forget everything now. Those words are useless now. You have only one purpose now, and that is to live well. I No matter what your situation is on the battlefield, you must stay away from danger."

Hearing Modila say this, his youngest son was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that such words came from his father's mouth. You must know that his father was the great hero of the empire and the former caliph. If it weren't for the fact that his father liked this kind of life, he would have no problem becoming a general.

When the two brothers went to war, what their father said was different from these. They were all about fighting the enemy bravely and serving the Caliphate. But why are you telling yourself this now? Is it because I am too incompetent? That's impossible. During the years when he was a soldier, he was still very good. At least no one in the whole village was better than him. Although it was impossible to recreate the glory of his father, he was not afraid of death. , find a place to hide, right?

"Father, do you look down on your son so much?"

The younger son looked anxious. Modila quickly suppressed his son. He couldn't speak too loudly at this time. The two soldiers at the door could hear him, and there were some neighbors nearby. Outside, if they heard about it, he wouldn't have to live a good life.

"Our whole family has done enough for the empire, but in the end we can't even save your bloodline. Look at how old I have become. I can still live for a few days. Now my face is of no use. I can only Try to buy one night, but your son can’t run away yet. Do you think if something happens to you, what else will our family have? "

Modila stretched out his hands. They were a pair of skinny hands. Although life at home was pretty good, people were old after all. No matter what kind of good food they ate or drank, their whole body couldn't hold on anymore. One thing Modila is very clear about.

Look at his grandson again. He can't even walk now. If he relies on such a child, I'm afraid the whole family won't be able to support him. The son in front of him is his only hope. He must not have any chance on the battlefield. If something goes wrong and cannot come back, the whole family will be ruined.

The youngest son also looked stunned. He had never thought about such a thing before, but now after listening to his father's words, he did have other thoughts in his heart. When his father came back from the army, he There was still some dissatisfaction in his heart, but now after listening to his father's words, he indeed believed that what his father said was correct.

Two members of the family have already died for the country. According to the previous laws of the court, he did not need to go to the battlefield. However, the court did not care about this at all. At the critical moment, he evaporated onto the battlefield. The court did not consider their How does the family hold on?

"Would you like to tell the people in our village that they are also the breadwinners of the family?"

The younger son suddenly thought of another thing. The dozen or so people who set off together this time were all from childhood to adulthood. The relationship between them was very deep and could be said to last for two or three generations.

"You idiot, if everyone is afraid of the enemy, the general will find out soon, and if they all want to escape, then your chance of survival will be even lower. You must tell them more on the way, so that They fought as bravely as before and wanted to repay the kindness of the Caliph, that’s what you should say.”

The old man's expression changed, and he immediately took out the Hou Hei Xue. The younger son had never seen his father like this. All the education he received today seemed to have subverted his entire life's knowledge, even since he was a child. Can’t even your grown-up brothers believe it? Didn't I say it before, these people are my back on the battlefield, and now I have to guard against them.

Modila knows that it is too difficult for his son to accept all this, but he must understand it now. If you still can't understand it, your chances of surviving on the battlefield will continue to decrease. This time our enemy It's not someone else, but the Tang Empire, which is more powerful than us. If you don't make preparations from now on, what you will be waiting for will be a corpse, and the court will tell you the news of your death in battle.

"You don't need to look at me like that. I guess other people in the village think so too. Our relationship may be strong at ordinary times, but when it comes to the real battlefield, who will not do it for themselves? Who will give up a chance to survive to others? This is the real battlefield. We were all smooth sailing in the previous battlefields. When you fight such a headwind battle, you will know the sinisterness of human hearts. I just hope you can come back alive."

Modila sighed. He didn't want to say too much of this thick black stuff. He picked up the wine glass and drank it heavily. His son also drank this glass of wine beside him, but everything in his mind was different. It turned out that the enemy had appeared before he went to the battlefield, and these enemies were brothers from the same village who grew up together.

At dawn the next day, all 19 people in the village came out. Whether these people were willing or not, they had to organize their camels and weapons and equipment, and then follow the army to go to war. They had to assemble in the north of the city and wait for people from the surrounding villages.

After the nineteen people left, Modira looked back at the remaining people in the village. The youngest adult was in his forties... (End of this chapter)