After leaving the Japanese pirates' Zhenhai base camp, Yan Zhuo led the team of Jingkou guards towards Lianjiang City.
Lianjiang City is half a day's journey from Zhenjiang, so Yan Zhuo and others deliberately took a long detour to avoid running into the Japanese bandits returning for reinforcements.
Along the way, the colonel and the Jingkou guards were talking and laughing. Yan Zhuo looked at them and had a strange feeling in his heart. The battles for several consecutive days made the relationship between them even closer.
The school captain and Yan Zhuo, who were originally stoic and kept away from strangers, started talking more.
"General, this battle was fought so happily. First, I killed the general on the opposite side, and then stole the camp on the opposite side. The attack was like thunder and lightning, and the force was like a mountain torrent. This is the superior art of war." The captain said like this.
As he spoke, he raised his head and laughed, revealing a row of yellowed teeth and bright red upper teeth.
Yan Zhuo looked at the captain and remembered what he had said before about the way of national war. He vaguely felt that this captain was not simple. How could an ordinary soldier say such a thing? He couldn't help but smile and asked: "Colonel, you
Have you studied the art of war? From what you said, he looks more like a general than a captain."
When the captain heard this, he laughed even louder, bared his yellow teeth and said, "That's not true. When my mother was pregnant with me, she had a fortune teller tell her that I could become a general!"
As he said this, his expression suddenly darkened, he smacked his lips, and said helplessly: "Who would have thought that I had been serving as a captain here for twenty-three years, and even after my mother died, I was not able to become a general.
"
"What about your father?" Yanzhuo asked.
"He is dead. He was also a soldier of the Beifu. When I was sixteen, he violated military law in the army and was beheaded. He was a general, but it doesn't matter if he became a general. He was still beheaded."
As Wei said this, he touched his waist as a habit, but the water bag originally hanging on his waist was nowhere to be found.
When the soldier named Wang Mancang saw the captain touching the water bag, he hurriedly ran to him, handed him his water bag, and said with a smile: "Uncle, drink mine. I just put it in the Japanese bandits' camp.
Fuso wine is quite fragrant.”
The captain grabbed the wine bag and glared: "You are very smart, if the wine hadn't been lost, I wouldn't have drank the wine from the Japanese pirates. I don't care! Keep an eye on my armor!"
"Yes!" Wang Mancang grinned and backed away.
The captain took a sip of Fuso wine, smacked his lips, and said without interest: "Damn, it's tasteless, it's like a fucking knife mixed with water."
Yan Zhuo heard his complaint and said with a smile: "That little soldier named Mancang has been following you for a long time."
"Ah, him, he has been with me for three years. When he first joined the army, he was like a fool. Every time when the farming was busy, he always wanted to go home to help his parents farm and harvest rice." The school captain added.
He took a sip of wine and said, "Damn, this Japanese pirate's wine has no taste at all."
Although he said this, he still put the wine bag on his belt.
Yan Zhuo tightened the horse's bridle and said, "You don't want to go home?"
The school captain waved his hand, with eyes that were both strong and helpless, and said: "It's not easy for a person who has left home to go home again. Once you've done well, you'll be able to return to your hometown. Your neighbors will all look up to you."
At first glance, if you don't get along well, those seven aunts and eight aunts may not be sure how to arrange you. After all, people don't live for themselves, they live for others to see."
Yan Zhuo frowned as he listened to what the captain said. He thought that what the captain said was very different from the way of the saint. However, he then thought about it, how many people in this world can do that so-called
In the way of saints, ordinary people do not live in the worldly way: "Yes, this person lives for others to see after all. By the way, you said that your father is the general of Beifu Bing, then have you heard of Yan Guyuan?
Name?"
Upon hearing the words "Yan Guyuan", the captain's expression suddenly changed and he stared at Yan Zhuo. He was very familiar with these three names. His father had mentioned this in letters to him more than once.
Name: "How do you know this name?"
"He is an old friend of my father's. My father said that he died unjustly and asked me to investigate." Yan Zhuo said this and looked forward, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
The captain pulled off the water bag from his waist again and took a big gulp. He wanted to burp the wine, but he never thought that the wine of the Japanese pirate was really low in alcohol content, so he just let out a sigh of relief.
Not even smelling the smell of alcohol, he said helplessly: "I only heard my father talk about him. What I said was also what my father heard from General Yan. However, I can't remember exactly what he said.
What, I just remember that in his last letter he talked about the darkness of officialdom, saying that Zhongliang was framed, and later my father was sentenced to military law for deserting from battle."
Yan Zhuo originally wanted to ask again, but after hearing that his father was engaged in military law, he was embarrassed to ask again. He just nodded and said nothing. The captain, on the other hand, looked unconcerned and said: "I
If you don’t believe it, my father became a deserter, so it doesn’t matter what you say, I won’t care.”
Yan Zhuo glanced at the captain and said, "It's been so long and I still don't know your name."
The captain smiled bitterly and said: "Wang Zhanjin, it's a pity that I have such a good name. I was only promoted to captain at the age of eighteen in my life, and the remaining twenty years were just wasted."
He took another sip of wine. The wine was still the tasteless wine of the Japanese pirates, but his face couldn't help but turn red, and he looked a little drunker. Sometimes, it's not the wine that's intoxicating, but sadness, the past, and the past.
The past that is unbearable to look back on is an endless frustration.
Yan Zhuo looked at Wang Zhanjin with concern but no sympathy in his eyes.
He understands wine and men. For a depressed person, sympathy is the greatest insult to him.
"Then my name is Zhao Gongdao. My name is not bad, but I still haven't found where the word "justice" is. In this way, I am a little more miserable than you."
Yan Zhuo said this, and Wang Zhanjin couldn't help laughing, and said with a hint of drunkenness: "If you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have heard that there is such a meaning in your name. It's funny! It's funny!
Interesting! Interesting!”
Wang Mancang looked at Wang Zhanjin as if he was drunk, ran over again and took out a bag of dried meat from his arms: "Uncle, dried meat."
"This was also collected from Japanese pirates?" the captain asked.
Wang Mancang nodded and said: "The Japanese pirate's wine is not good to drink, but the Japanese pirate's meat should not be unpalatable, right?"
The captain smiled, snatched it over, and said with a smile: "I'll tell you if it tastes good or not! By the way, do you have any more? Have you tried it yourself?"
Wang Mancang grinned and looked honest, patted his bulging belly and said, "I still have some. I'm not in a hurry to eat. I'll wait until I'm hungry."
The school captain looked at Wang Mancang, smiled and cursed: "You idiot, go back."
Wang Mancang nodded again and stepped back.
The captain looked at Yan Zhuo, grabbed a handful of dried meat and stuffed it into his arms. Then he threw the remaining dried meat to Yan Zhuo and said, "I think this kid is a fool. The general is here.
If a child doesn’t know how to honor the general, he will have no choice but to go home and farm."
Yan Zhuo took the dried meat and took a bite, saying, "Why do we need so many smart people in this world? What's more, there are not so many smart people in this world. There are just people who think they are smart."
"Hahahaha, general, what you are saying now, let alone a general who leads three hundred people from the second rank, you cannot be a corps commander who leads ten people. Why are there no smart people in this world? This boss is
The most shrewd person!" The captain said this. Although he laughed loudly, his eyes showed indescribable loneliness and sadness. The tears reflected a round of bright moonlight, twinkling with regret.
All sorrow.
Wang Zhanjin understands the principles of these officialdoms and sees the secular world clearly, but sometimes people are like this. You will fawn and want to fawn. You try your best to please your master, but your master just doesn't like you. He doesn't even like you.
I don’t want to give you the chance to be a dog. What dreams can this little soldier have? He just wants to live and be less bullied...
After drinking too much wine and meat, the man is tired and the horse is tired.
Yan Zhuo looked around and after confirming that the surrounding area was safe, he ordered to set up camp and set off for Lianjiang City early tomorrow morning.
But this person was strange. When he was not in bed, he wanted to have a good sleep in bed, but once he got to bed, he couldn't sleep anymore.
This is exactly what happened to Wang Zhanjin, the captain of the school. He had a water bag at hand and two or three large pieces of dried meat in his arms. Although the wine of the Japanese pirates was not very good, the dried meat they made had a unique flavor. But now Wang
Zhan Jin lost all interest in drinking, eating, and sleeping. He just lay on the bed and let his mind wander.
"You should keep an eye on Zhao Gongdao and report to me any abnormality in him. If you do well this time, I will give you a great credit and promote you to a general..."
The voice of his boss echoed in Wang Zhanjin's ears. He turned over and thought of his mother's appearance and his wife's disgust with him. He thought of a voice appearing in his ears: Investigate Mr. Zhao Yan Guyuan
Report the matter to the authorities. This is a big deal and the higher-ups will definitely be satisfied. When you are promoted to general, your mother’s soul in heaven will be able to rest in peace, your wife will be able to look up to you, and your neighbors will be able to look up to the general.
, say good things about you!
This voice made Wang Zhanjin a little excited. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he had made a very difficult decision. Suddenly another voice sounded: Wang Zhanjin, this Mr. Zhao is investigating the affairs of your father's friends.
, are you doing this worthy of your father and your father's expectations of you? The position of general can take away your innocence and your dignity? The title of general should be earned by your military exploits on the battlefield.
, not what you got by betraying your colleagues!
Wang Zhanjin turned over again, and the hands he held were a little loose. He wanted to take a long breath, but another voice sounded in his ears: The opportunity is already in front of you, as long as you do it, you can
To be a general, you have to be a useless captain all your life, or you have to be a general with glory.
Wang Zhanjin turned over again, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, his expression seemed to be in extreme pain. The voice sounded again: Wang Zhanjin, do you want to be a dog wagging your tail for the rest of your life, or do you want to be a man who stands upright and upright for the rest of your life?
Did you give birth to this body to bend over and be used as a slave? The Wang family has been completely embarrassed by you.
He went back and forth like this for a long time without making up his mind. He could only stand up and stuff the fuso wine and fuso meat mixed with sad thoughts into his stomach, hoping that those thoughts would pass through his intestines with the wine and meat.
"Brother Wang, you can eat alone."
Outside the camp, Yan Zhuo opened the curtain, smiled at Wang Zhanjin, and walked in.
"General, it's so late and you're still not asleep?" Wang Zhanjin asked.
Yan Zhuo said: "Aren't you also awake and have something on your mind?"
Wang Zhanjin smiled bitterly and handed the wine to Yan Zhuo: "Take a few sips. It's easier to fall asleep when you're drunk."
"Drinking makes me sad and makes me even sadder. I never drink when I am sad."
Wang Zhanjin frowned and said "Oh" to express doubts.
Yan Zhuo smiled and said: "I only drink happy wine. Wine will amplify people's emotions. Drinking when you are happy makes you happier, and drinking when you are sad makes you sad."
"General, have you ever heard that extreme happiness brings sorrow?" Wang Zhanjin said, "If there is meat, eat meat, and if there is wine, drink wine. When a person's stomach is full, his mood will be better."
Yan Zhuo listened to what he said, smiled, and said: "What you said makes sense. Humans, don't live just to eat well and drink well. If you have food in your belly, you will save half of your worries in life."
Wang Zhanjin nodded and said, "I'm done with being polite. General, just tell me what you have to say."
Yan Zhuo looked at Wang Zhanjin, took a piece of dried meat, and chewed it slowly. He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it. He originally wanted to slowly introduce Wang Zhanjin to the topic, but now he was asked to do this
When I asked him, he didn't know what to say.
"It's not a big deal, it's still about Yan Guyuan. Have you ever thought that your father was silenced because he knew something about Yan Guyuan's family's destruction?"
Wang Zhanjin looked dull, with no sadness or anger on his face, and said: "I don't know about this. My father was beheaded in the army. When my mother and I heard the news, my father's body had been buried long ago.
, except for a stone tablet and a tomb, I didn’t see anything else.”
"Don't you think this is strange? Is your father a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?" Yan Zhuo then asked.
"What's the use of being weird? The decision has been made by the superiors. Our family has an old one and a young one. I said we are adults, but we are only a boy and a half. Who knows these things?" Wang Zhanjin drank.
Taking a sip of wine, his eyes showed a trace of sadness.
Yan Zhuo looked at him and felt a sense of sympathy in his heart. He looked into Wang Zhanjin's eyes and told Wang Zhanjin unbelievable news.
"Actually, I'm almost the same as you. My father also passed away early. Speaking of which, you're a little better than me. I've even met my father. Actually, my name is not Zhao Gongdao. My surname is Yan, who is Yan Guyuan.
son."
Wang Zhanjin looked at the general, his mouth trembling up and down, unable to say a word: "You... are you Yan Guyuan's son?"
