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Part Four, Chapter 208: Tianguan Ridge, Man’s Tears!

"That's it, so that the commander-in-chief won't be anxious. Brother Wang Meng must take good care of the third young master and the young lady, and hurry up. Otherwise, if the commander-in-chief gets angry, the brothers will collectively hit you with their military sticks..." The crowd started to boo.

Then Yiyi scattered on both sides, and inadvertently, there were already two neat rows. Watching Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan slowly pass between them, their eyes were full of great joy like looking at their own nephews... Jun Moxie fought all the way

Saying hello, until he was far away, he looked back and saw that nearly a hundred big men were still looking at his back without moving... as if they were looking at the man they respected and admired the most back then... the military commander in white.

..., Jun Moxie felt sour in his heart again, and took a deep breath, trying to suppress a certain emotion, but his nose was sore, and he almost couldn't help but shed tears... Wang Meng followed him.

, his face was full of joy, as if he had accomplished something great. He introduced every plant and tree to Jun Moxie along the way, and the scar on his face seemed to be trembling with joy... "Third Young Master, look here; back then,

The commander-in-chief led the army to Tianguan Ridge, and it was here that he dismounted for the first time. There were still a few rocks here. At that time, the commander-in-chief was standing on the largest stone. He looked back and saw the team of brothers coming majestically.

At that time, I was just a captain of the Marshal's Guards. I happened to be following the Marshal and could see clearly. I still remember what the Marshal said at that time. He said: "This is actually a camp."

A great place to go.'”

When Wang Meng said the last sentence, his voice suddenly became calm, as if he was imitating the tone of Shen Xiong when Jun Wuhui spoke back then, and the expression on his face suddenly became serious.

Jun Moxie followed what he said and looked around, and saw a big stone there. It was square and square, and many of the edges and corners around it were somewhat rounded... It must have been the past ten years that these guardsmen had been wiping it every day, and this piece of stone was actually so smooth.

Ordinary stones completed the polishing process unconsciously... "When he came here, the commander seemed to be a little preoccupied. On that stone wall over there, the commander once stood there for a long time, with a sullen face and a word

No. After a long time, I wrote a poem. The brothers carved it on the stone wall afterwards..." Wang Meng's eyes turned red and he said: "I, Wang Meng, am a rough man. Although I don't understand what the poem means, I still can't understand it.

Every day when I pass by here, I always recite it."

Jun Moxie slowly walked up and came to the stone wall. He saw four lines of large characters like iron paintings and silver hooks engraved on it, but the handwriting was exactly the same as the seven characters at the bottom of the mountain:

"Beacon smoke spreads horizontally across the flag, and thousands of horses and troops are rolling in; when the swordsmen are familiar with the battlefield, from now on the man will never mourn!"

"It turns out that father... he has long been tired of killing..." Jun Moxie watched quietly, and couldn't help but think of the story that his third uncle had unintentionally told him about Jun Wuhui's story about "a man has no mercy".

When one becomes proficient in swordsmanship on the battlefield, men will never grieve from now on! These two lines of poems express the heartfelt aversion to war that Jun Wuhui, the military god of the generation and the commander in chief in white, has, as well as his deep love for his brothers and sisters.

Greatest blessing... The terrain becomes steeper as we go, and we gradually climb the mountain. After walking for another half mile, the road on the mountainside becomes even narrower. At most, it can only accommodate four or five people walking side by side, and there is a knife cut on one side.

An ordinary cliff reaches straight into the sky; on the other side is a low cliff. The white snow under the cliff is as smooth as a mirror, and it looks like a plain... "There is a big lake below, but it is completely covered by heavy snow at this time.

But you can't see it now. If it comes in summer, the waves will be sparkling and very beautiful."

Wang Meng introduced with some pride: "After stationed here for three days, the commander came here one day and looked at the lake in trance for a long time. He used his sword to carve a few poems on the stone wall over there...

…”

Jun Moxie had already noticed that there was another relatively smooth place on the cliff in front of him. There were several lines of writing carved on it with the tip of a sword. The fonts were round and full, and naturally had a majestic flavor: "I will always hate this."

The body does not belong to me, who is in charge of the dreamland? How can I disband my armor in the mountains and rivers, and float across the five lakes in a leisurely boat?"

After reading this four-character poem, one seems to see a general in military robes, looking at the lake in front of him with endless fascination... He is obviously already planning what to do after retirement, and even more

While looking forward to the ordinary happy life after retirement... Jun Moxie took a long breath of cold air; suddenly a burst of anger surged into his heart: "It turns out that my father has long been tired of the battlefield career and power disputes, and has already made plans to retire.

It will not threaten the imperial power, but... the Tianxiang Empire is still afraid that his great achievements will shock the master, and he will wear a yellow robe and will not hesitate to lead the wolf into the house and destroy himself! Use despicable means to harm him..."

Jun Moxie suddenly felt an inexplicable anger!

"Ahead is the Marshal's tent!" Wang Meng led Jun Moxie all the way and passed inspections at seven or eight sentry posts. All the veterans at the sentry posts were excited when they heard that it was the Marshal's son who came to pay homage.

I couldn't stop...I finally climbed up the hillside, here is the real Tianguan Ridge!

What appeared in front of Jun Moxie was a huge and majestic military camp! There was an urgent wind on the mountain, and Jun Wuhui's handsome flag stood high in the wind, flying in the wind. The bright red flag was like a flaming cloud waving in the air, faintly.

There is a spirit of fighting fiercely and dominating the world!

Surrounding the Chinese army's commander's tent, there are eight military camps in the shape of horns, watching each other, like the stars holding the moon, tightly protecting the Chinese army's commander's tent; groups of soldiers with bright armor stand upright.

With a firm body, he patrolled back and forth, with a serious and meticulous expression. As soon as this team passed by, a team from the other side immediately patrolled over. The eight patrol teams came and went, and there was no gap at all.

At this time, a man strode out of the handsome tent. He was wearing a general's uniform, with thick eyebrows and eyes. He was more than seven feet tall and had an unusually burly figure. Wherever he stood, he stood there like an iron tower. I saw the general's eyes.

He stared and said loudly: "Wang Meng! I asked your boy to lead the troops to clear the snow on the road, but you are lazy and come back? What crime should you do?"

Wang Meng was startled, raised his feet together and performed a military salute, and said loudly: "Report to General Wu, it is the Marshal's third son and his young lady who have come to pay homage to the Marshal! The subordinates are fulfilling the responsibility of leading, not

Deliberately neglecting military affairs."

"The handsome third young master? Jun Moxie?" General Wu's expression suddenly changed, and he looked towards Jun Moxie with sharp eyes, his eyes even sharper!

When Jun Moxie was at home, he knew that Wu Yongjun, the first general of his father's Guards, was a brave tiger general. Seeing him so majestic and majestic, Jun Moye admired him in his heart. Just as he was about to step forward to salute, he saw Wu Yong

Jun suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily: "You are Jun Moxie? Why did you come here now?! What did you do in the past few years, you bastard?"

What came out was a reprimand, followed by a series of curses, with three titles changed in one sentence!

Then, the eyes of Wu Yongjun, a general who has fought hundreds of battles, suddenly turned red. He tried his best to open his eyes and control his emotions, lest he shed some tears, but his voice still became hoarse and he scolded: "You

As the only flesh and blood of the Marshal in the world, this beast has never come to worship for ten years! Jun Moxie, you, you, you... you bastard, do you know... how lonely the Marshal is here alone?

How much do I miss you guys? You... you... are not living up to expectations..." At the end of the sentence, his voice finally couldn't help but sob... Jun Moxie fell silent, having no words to respond to the scolding of the person in front of him.

, Wu Yongjun had a very loud voice. When he roared, many people came out of the surrounding camps in an endless stream. As soon as they heard that the marshal's son was coming, they all swarmed over, and the scene suddenly became a bit chaotic.

Get up... "That little bastard, why don't you hurry in and see your father? You're still writing something here, you bastard!" Wu Yongjun roared like a bolt from the blue, but after he finished,

He couldn't help but rub his eyes, but when he took his hand away, his eyes were already red.

There seemed to be something blocked in his throat. He snored like a bellows for a few times and grinned a few times. He looked like he was about to cry. He suddenly separated from the crowd, covered his face and ran into a big tent. Then

An extremely depressing sound came from inside, like the dull painful whimpering of a wild bull forced into a quilt... Commander, your son has finally come to see you...

That boy was scolded by me... But he came to see you after all... He looks just like you, very handsome, and he also brought a beautiful wife. You will definitely like it... in the eyes of everyone

With constant urging, Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan stepped into the handsome tent step by step.

Everyone stood neatly outside the handsome tent, with faces full of joy and sorrow, and smiles full of tears, silently watching the silent handsome tent, and completely completing the space inside the tent.

It was left to Jun Moxie and the two of them... Then, facing the commander's tent, they knelt down neatly, and everyone whispered in their mouths: "Congratulations, Commander! There is a successor! God bless the Jun family, and the descendants will succeed."

Not alone!" Their faces were so sincere, as if they said these sixteen words of blessing with all their heart and soul... When Jun Moxie entered, he immediately felt a shock, a heartfelt shock.

!

Inside the handsome tent, it is completely a wartime headquarters with a strict military appearance!

There are eight chairs on each side. Behind the chairs, there are distinctive unsheathed swords hanging. Directly in front of them is a writing desk; above it, there is an ivory bucket, inside which are neatly placed a dozen military orders.

There is a record book spread out on the table, and on the other side, there is a long sword with cold light placed there silently... On the seat in the middle, there is a man in white clothes, with his body slightly sideways, sitting there, with his right hand

Put it on the table, your index finger curled up slightly, as if you were tapping the table, your left hand slightly raised, a half-clenched fist placed on your chest, your face was majestic, your eyes were calm and intimidating, and there was a slight frown between your eyebrows.

A wrinkle seems to be thinking about something, thinking quietly, and there is a kind of depressed worry...

(To be continued)


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