The Bahe River originates from the northern slope of the Qinling Mountains in Lantian County and flows into the Weishui River from south to north.
The Bahe River with "willows containing smoke and spring on Ba'an" bypasses Lantian with "Lantian with warm sun and jade with smoke". These are two of the most beautiful images in the suburbs of Chang'an.
As the boat trudged upstream from the Bahe River, Wu Qian looked at the scenery on both sides of the river with some nostalgia and said: "The water is poor along the river in the morning, and the blue fields are everywhere in the evening. I can't get enough of the scenery in Guanzhong... It turns out that only in Guanzhong can we
Compose poetry of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."
Supporting Wu Qian was his grandson Wu Ze.
Wu Ze looked at the militiamen running by the shore with some anxiety. He felt that the boat carrying baggage under his feet was moving too slowly against the current, and he wished he could get off the boat and run to Languan.
Unexpectedly, my grandfather was still here talking about Tang poetry slowly, which seemed too literate.
Wu Ze does not have this kind of literati atmosphere.
His father, Wu Shi, was the fourth son of Wu Qian. In his early years, he saw the barbarians raging and the family and country in trouble, so he gave up literature and joined the army in Jinghu. He later died fighting.
Wu Ze followed his father's ambition, so unlike his cousins who concentrated on imperial examinations, he also learned martial arts and the art of war.
He was kidnapped by Jiang Fan and brought to Chang'an two years ago. When he arrived in Chang'an... he finally saw that his grandfather, who he thought had died violently in Tanzhou, was still alive, and he cried to death.
Regardless of what Wu Qian thought of the feudal town of Li Xia, the young people with three or four bedrooms in the Wu family already had their own tendencies at that time.
Wu Ze usually didn't talk about this, but his thoughts were actually revealed in his anxious eyes when he looked at Lan Pass.
I'm not in the mood to listen to Tang poetry anymore.
"In the Tang Dynasty, when you see the Yellow River and the Qinling Mountains, you can say 'The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky', and only then can you say 'You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not connected to the Qin Dynasty.' There are no such grand poems in the Song Dynasty
, I, the top scholar, have been writing poems all my life, but I can't write anything. I can only write, 'I have no way to serve the country and feel sorry for myself. Who can I tell when I have a plan to help the country?', mediocre, mediocre, old and fatuous."
Wu Qian spoke very slowly, which seemed incompatible with the hurried situation on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
After talking about it, he laughed to himself.
"After this battle, when I see Li Kezhai again, he will laugh at me again. What is the value of Guanzhong? If he has made great achievements in Hexi, he will have to write, 'I would like to serve my country with this life, so why should I be born in Yumen Pass?'
Such a famous saying through the ages."
"My grandson is willing to work hard to kill the enemy and help his grandfather to fully thank An for his achievements." Wu Ze said.
He was extremely filial, and although he was anxious, he was still willing to accompany Wu Qian to talk slowly, and even responded to a Tang poem.
"But use Dongshan to thank Anshi and talk and laugh with Husha for you."
Wu Qian frowned when he heard this, but he felt relieved for a moment and said: "Although this poem is unlucky, after Hu Zhenzhen sang it, the army liked it very much. The poem is indeed a good poem... The captives in the three rivers and north are in chaos, and the four seas are running south.
Yongjia.”
Having said this, Wu Qian turned to look at his grandson and hesitated to speak.
After that, he looked up to the north and said what he wanted to say.
"The rush across the sea is like Yongjia, and the shame of Jingkang is really like the chaos of Yongjia. We always talk about Xie An, Xie An, but Xie An's contribution... is not enough."
Wu Ze was shocked.
If you were not a living person, you would never understand Xie An's position in the hearts of the scholars of the Song Dynasty.
When Fu Jian led a million-strong army to the south, intending to annihilate the Eastern Jin Dynasty, only Xie An stopped the northern army in the Battle of Feishui.
The scholars of the Song Dynasty who settled in the south of the Yangtze River admired Xie An too much.
Ask today's people, how can they not settle down?
But today Wu Qian said that Xie An's contribution was not enough.
After this sentence, Wu Qian did not explain much.
He seemed to have pride in his heart, but he was too old to express it.
"Guanzhong is so nice."
Finally, the old man sighed like this.
In front of him was the Guanzhong in Tang poetry, and it was Guanzhong that he managed, so he must give his grandson a few words of advice.
"We must guard Guanzhong, and don't be like the Yongjia Rebellion again."
After talking slowly for so long and spending so much time, what Wu Qian wanted to say was nothing more than his desire to defend his territory.
But after talking for so long and spending so much time, I still can’t say everything.
Words are ultimately not enough.
Wu Ze chewed on the words "Xie An's contribution is not enough",
With some understanding, he asked: "Grandpa, if the credit is greater than Xie An's, then it is not credit. It is a serious crime that will destroy the family and exterminate the clan. I'm afraid even the king of the county will be unavoidable?"
"I just said it casually. It is rare to be able to protect Guanzhong this time. Let's talk about the rest."
"The boat is almost here. My grandson will help my grandfather get off."
"Mo Fu, the war is right in front of us. The soldiers have seen it, and they are so old and weak as reinforcements. I will go and count the supplies later...and you, don't be impatient. The most taboo thing is to be impatient when facing battle."
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Wu Ze is twenty-three years old this year. Originally, he could fill an official position because of his father's military exploits. More than three years ago, he wanted to take up an official position in Xiangyang.
But at that time, Wu Qian happened to be involved in a dispute over the reserve position and was convicted and demoted, so the matter was delayed.
This young man has learned literature and martial arts, and this year is his first time on the battlefield...
Walking up Languan Pass, you can hear yourself breathing heavily.
Because Languan is very high, it is located in the Qinling Mountains, and there is a huge height difference between Guanzhong and the Qinling Mountains.
Walking up the Languan Ancient Road from Lantian County, it is only a dozen miles, but the height has climbed nearly 400 feet.
"Huh...huh..."
Finally boarded the Blue Pass.
To the north is the endless Guanzhong Plain, and as far as Bailuyuan on the western outskirts of Chang'an can be seen. The fields there are fertile and the villages have become increasingly dense in recent years. Not long ago, Wu Ze followed Wu Qian to relocate the people.
Turning around, you will see the continuous and steep mountains of the Qinling Mountains to the south. The steepness of the Qinling Mountains can be seen at a glance, with peaks reaching ten thousand feet, which is shocking to the mind.
No wonder it is said that "a man cannot swim even if he takes an inch", and no wonder he says "the horse cannot move forward even if the snow is as thick as the blue gate".
"Bang!"
Big rocks hit the garrison, the roof collapsed, rubble flew everywhere, dust and smoke billowed, and the soldiers of the Song Dynasty shouted, creating a scene of war...
"Xiao Langjun, it's too dangerous, come down!"
The followers around him shouted, but Wu Ze ignored them and walked straight to the south of the city.
Wu Qian was old and was still on the mountain road behind. Wu Ze first went to the city to meet with Rouhu, and then handed over supplies and people. However, Louhu ran away in a hurry, and no one could stop him.
"Bang!"
"Sand! You have to bury it with sand!"
"Pour down the golden juice!"
"Damn it, damn it, fellow Nanyang fellow."
"You don't care whether he is a fellow countryman or not, I will fall down!"
"The garrison has fallen! The garrison has fallen!"
"Two dogs! Fuck, let's find someone else to do it! Fuck your ancestors, do it. Otherwise, how can we do it..."
"..."
My ears felt like they were going to explode.
Wu Ze took a few more steps towards the battlements and saw the arrows shooting up. A soldier shouted at him, "Get away, you without armor!"
He then stepped aside and saw several people burning a vat of gold juice. The smell...
While resisting the urge to vomit, Wu Ze noticed that the golden juice was in a large earthenware jar.
Of course, it is an earthenware pot instead of an iron pot. There are so many iron utensils, but the earthenware pot is heavier.
Soon, he had walked behind an H-car and started stacking stones with his two followers.uuReading www.uukanshu.com
Next to them were two young men who were beaten to death, and Minzhuang, who was pulling the H-cart, spoke foul language.
"It's finally piled up! Fuck your ancestors... harder, one, two!"
"Bang..."
"Shot!"
"Hoo! Polu! Polu..."
Suddenly, he heard a burst of cheers, and Wu Ze turned around and saw Hu Hu standing on the half-collapsed garrison, holding a big bow.
Looking at the bottom of the city, a centurion of the Mongolian army who was commanding the siege was shot down from his horse by an arrow from the tiger, causing more than a thousand people who were attacking the city to fall into chaos.
Wu Zesui felt that the slightly squinting eyes of Hu Hu were indeed a bit majestic...
According to many officials from Lin'an, the generals who came from the Qingfu Army were quite proud.
Wu Ze's first impression of Huhu was the same.
When receiving the supplies, Houhu didn't say a few words, only took one look and left; he shot an arrow at the enemy from the top of the city with a sharp look in his eyes.
But that evening, after the Mongolian army retreated, Huhu's fierce aura also disappeared, and he stood there muttering to himself.
"Why did the garrison collapse...Mr. Dai is gone..."
"General, it's time to greet Mr. Wu."
"Xianggong Wu?"
Luhu took off his helmet, scratched his head, and said, "By the way, I seemed to have met someone just now. Who brought the food? Where are the people?"
Wu Ze then stepped forward, held up his hands, and announced his name for the second time, saying: "I am Wu Ze, whose courtesy name is Bochang. I met General Lu this afternoon."
"Oh, I, Mr. Dai, am gone. I don't know how to receive the baggage..."
"Who is Mr. Dai?"
"Staff." Louhu patted his head again impatiently and said, "Without a staff, I can't fight the war."
Wu Ze looked at his dark face and felt that this quiet general was not actually arrogant.