"My parents thought about it at that time, and you should know it today." [Yan's poem to Liu Sou]
The banquet, singing and dancing on the boat continued uninterrupted, the lights of fires and candles were shining, and even when the northwest wind blew to the south bank, the beautiful sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music could be heard.
"Obviously they were repelled by us, but it seems like they won the battle." A young man with a heroic appearance stood on the side of the ship, squinting at the handsome figure on the other side, and slapped him angrily with his sword.
railing.
"Neither arrogant nor discouraged, neither dignified nor aggressive, they are not only the soldiers of kings, but also the actions of benevolent men. You see, they get carried away in the first battle, how long will it last in the future?" A middle-aged man who looks like a young man stands in front of him.
Next to him, he reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said in a solemn voice: "This is what someone taught me a long time ago. I tell you now to ask you to remember the author's teachings. In the future, when leading troops, you must guard against arrogance.
Be impetuous, but be steady in everything."
"Who taught it to Aweng?" the young man raised his head and asked, his eyes seemed to reflect the starlight.
The art of war is far beyond the knowledge that these reckless rangers have access to. The young man is full of curiosity and wants to know who taught it to his father.
The middle-aged man's name is Ling Cao, who was born as a ranger. In his early years, he gathered villagers to follow Sun Ce on expeditions. After crossing the river, he made many military exploits and was promoted to the captain of the bandit school. The young man next to him is his son Ling Tong, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old this year.
, I just participated in a few battles with Ling Cao.
"Lang Zhoulang of Lujiang." Ling Cao said a title that could be understood without the full name. He had a look of reminiscence on his face: "I remember that year when I first joined General Sun's tent and set up an army in Huainan, I met with General Sun.
Meet him..." He wanted to find a good word to describe the character he saw that day, but he couldn't think of a suitable sentence, so he could only say dryly: "I will take you to see him when I have the opportunity.
Ask him to give you a name."
"Isn't he an official in Chang'an?" Ling Tong curled his lips and said in disbelief: "Besides, he is a descendant of a rich family, so he would care about naming me?"
"You don't know him." The relationship between Ling Cao and his son was harmonious. Many times they talked more casually than friends. He shook his head solemnly and said, "Zhou Lang is a gentle and friendly person like jade."
Their family is just a small surname in the countryside. A family like them can survive today only because of their physical strength, the courage to fight for their lives on the battlefield, and the "welfare" brought by the troubled times. But the children of Zhou Yu, a high-ranking family, are different.
Troubled times and prosperous times are times when they can easily shine.
Ling Cao has a rough heart, but he also knows how important it is to make friends with high-ranking disciples. If Zhou Yu hadn't taken a second look at him back then, how could Sun Ce have specifically chosen him from among the elite warriors who broke through the formation first? What if it was because of his previous appearance?
It would be great to establish a relationship with Zhou Yu through Sun Ce and introduce Ling Tong.
This is a father's earnest expectation for his son. He does not hope for the long-term development of the clan, but just wants him to take a different path in the future.
Ling Tong took advantage of the darkness of the night and secretly made a face. Yingwu's face became very funny for a moment. As the cold night wind blew, he suddenly thought of something and said excitedly: "Yes, they are enjoying themselves there.
, there will be no time to defend, why don’t we take advantage of this ferry to make a surprise attack?”
He didn't know how he came up with this brilliant idea, and turned around excitedly and said to Ling Cao: "With only five thousand, no, three thousand people, we can kill them all! Aweng, please ask the Lord for orders!"
"What order do you ask for?" Ling Cao looked at the excited young man, shook his head in amusement, sighed again, and said seriously: "Our army suffered a new setback today, with heavy casualties, so it is inconvenient to attack. What's more... Mr. Sun Fu
We have received a message to challenge Yuan, and they will take us to evacuate soon. When the messenger comes tomorrow, we and others from the imperial court on the other side will attack Yuan together, and this battle will no longer be fought."
Ling Tong pouted and whispered something: "How can we make peace with each other after we've fought like this? Who would be willing to join forces with him when he looks like this?"
The voice reached his ears along the wind, and Ling Cao knew that he was reluctant to give up his military exploits, so he smiled and said: "You brat, I just told you not to be arrogant and not to be discouraged, but you forgot again."
Ling Tong shrugged, feeling heavy on his shoulders, so he shook off Ling Cao's hand on his shoulder and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, I know."
"What do you know?" Ling Cao rarely saw his precocious son acting dishonestly. He habitually wanted to reach out and pat him on the back, but suddenly he thought that he couldn't treat him like a child, so he put it down angrily.
hand.
"Don't be arrogant or discouraged, be steady in everything, um... I have to go see that Lujiang Zhou Lang and ask him to pick a calligraphy for me."
Before he finished speaking, Ling Cao, who was nodding his head, suddenly stopped smiling, stretched out his hand to cover Ling Tong's mouth, leaned forward, looked at the dark river with vigilance, and said softly: "There is something wrong with the wind..."
The river was pitch black, and the orange lights of the ships in the distance were reflected on the river, and were divided into black shadows by the waves. The wind and waves on the river were undulating, and it was unclear whether the light or shadow was moving in the undulating lights and shadows.
Moving.
It was late autumn at this time, and the northwest wind started blowing early, blowing directly on the faces of Ling Cao and his son, cutting them like a cold knife.
Ling Cao suddenly pulled out a rosin torch from the side of the ship and threw it towards the darkest place on the river as hard as throwing a stone.
The blazing torch spun several times in the air like a wheel, and then fell to the ground like a meteor. Before it could light up the river, only a "boom" sound was heard in the wind.
The torch retreated out of thin air as if it was being pulled by a rope, and countless sparks exploded from it, falling into the river like rain, illuminating the face of the man holding the bow on the bow for a moment before going out.
"Enemy attack!" Ling Cao yelled, then pushed Ling Tong away and drew his sword: "Go and beat the drum to warn the city!"
Ling Tong was pushed by him and staggered. He turned and ran away as if out of reflex. Halfway through, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound coming from behind him. When he turned around, he saw that Ling Cao had been hit by an arrow on his left shoulder blade.
"Ah Weng!" Ling Tong ran back a few steps, looking at Ling Cao's injuries in a panic.
Ling Cao hid under the side of the ship's side, looking at the arrow that shot into his shoulder blade from the gap between the armor leaves. He gritted his teeth and groaned. Seeing Ling Tong go and come back, he couldn't help cursing: "What are you doing back here? Why don't you go beat me?"
drum?"
"But Aweng," Ling Tong had just finished shouting when another arrow suddenly flew over his head and nailed it to the wooden rafter accurately and hard.
"They came so fast." Ling Cao judged by comparing the strength of his own arrow with that of the arrow just now. The opponent was going smoothly and would join us in just a few breaths: "Have you forgotten what I told you? Hurry up.
Go beat the drum and send the order to the whole army to fight!"
Ling Tong wiped his nose, his expression gradually became resolute, he bent over and ran to the war drum quickly, picked up the drumstick and started beating it.
"Dong dong dong"
The silent water village was like a beast awakened from its sleep. Almost at the same time, shouts of killing were heard one after another from the warships parked everywhere.
"Bajun Ganning is here, why don't you capture him!" There was an arrogant laugh from someone in the wind above the river, and there was also the faint sound of bells.