Preface: I would like to pay tribute to my favorite servants and Lao Yu with this chapter.

And to my book friend who has always supported me, Brother Wanrong!

I put it aside for two days due to work, and will update it normally later. But I didn’t know what the book friend thought, so I took his name and wrote a chapter about Jang Geum’s return home outside the timeline. This does not exist in the original work, and it is considered another one.

It is a possibility. So please don’t be offended if the writing is not good. I am not good at writing and I cannot imitate Yu Da’s special writing style. Moreover, this is also a story told through the mouth of others, so the writing style is naturally different.

If you think it's good, you can read it often. If it's not good, just think I'm just writing it and don't think of the original work. If nothing else happens, there may be a guest post later. Since there are very few rivers and lakes fighting in the servant story, I'll think about it again.

Let your imagination run wild.

That's it, here's the text.

"Lin San here brought his family from Korea and was preparing to return home. However, Lin San was worried that Jang Geum was already pregnant, so in order to avoid bumpy roads, he walked on smooth roads along the way, with a few carriages accompanying him.

There were three thousand sergeants, and they walked slowly and leisurely on the official road.

There was a long queue along the way, but no one on the road dared to say a word because the flag hanging in front of the team had one word tattooed on it, Lin.

I have to say, before the Great China Dynasty, no one knew which bird feather your surname was Lin. There were many carriages of wealthy businessmen traveling from various places on this official road, and there was always no shortage of carriages passing by at high speed.

The postman. Anyone who dares to block the official road and hinder the passage of time would have been pushed to the side of the road along with the person and the car.

However, the strange thing is that no one dared to stop this group of people as they passed through several provinces. On the contrary, it was a group of local officials, ranging from the prefect to the small county magistrate, who were about to cross the border.

, all of them were waiting on the roadside early.

Along the way, whenever there were potholes or potholes on the road, Lin San would jump out of the carriage with tools and personally lead people to fill them in. As a result, the speed of the team increased.

Even slower, a day's journey on horseback has been doubled three or four times. Most of the sergeants accompanying the team are Lin San's personal soldiers, their brothers who followed him all the way from the grassland, and they are also the most trustworthy ones in the world.

A group of people. However, these veterans of the bloody phoenix thought that this was just a casual errand, but since they left Seoul, Korea, they stopped and walked along the way, slowly and leisurely, as if they were not in a hurry but in leisure.

Take a walk. As soon as the sun sets, General Lin asks everyone to rest first and wait for the heat to pass before rushing on. It’s almost dusk when the sun sets slightly, and General Lin hurriedly orders to set up camp on the spot. Except for the mountain and the moon, everyone is

It feels like I have returned to the day of the surprise attack on Bayanhot on the grassland. As the saying goes, military orders are like mountains, and they are forbidden. But that day, General Lin actually ordered the brothers to load and unload the baggage, unload and load it again, and he spoke righteously.

It's just a short rest and physical training. But the essence is that in the endless and unobstructed grassland, there are still Turkic horses. After traveling seventy or eighty miles for a day, this is still a lonely army going deep into the grassland.

In the hinterland, you may encounter the enemy at any time. This can definitely be said to be the most difficult example of marching and fighting in the ancient history of the Central Plains Dynasty. I don’t know how the historians wrote it to prevent this from being recorded in the poetry books.

, the preparations before the battle that were incorporated into the legendary story seemed so funny. Maybe it was written: General Lin knew that the two armies were fighting, and the momentum was the first, so he asked his soldiers to recharge their batteries secretly, just to break the city.

To spring out in an instant and defeat a strong enemy. It is a strategy that is based on long-term accumulation and a fatal blow! It may also be written: hiding in the day and going out at night, so that the eyes of the fish are confused, stealing the sky and changing the sun to blind the enemy's eyes, and cleverly defeat the isolated city.

A group of veterans gathered together in twos and threes, holding weapons, around the campfire, sitting on the ground with wine bottles, and were discussing the matter intensely.

"Let me tell you, I was following General Lin that day, and I watched with my own eyes as our General Lin slashed his sword with his sword, and directly used his man and his stick to kill that Turkic barbarian. What the hell was he called?

, it seems to be called Labusi, ah, the Turkic people’s uneducated name is just like the sheep dung on the grassland, anyway, they just chop it up.”

"Hey, Lao Chen, what you said is still diarrhea. I think it's because your horse has diarrhea. I'll let you enter the city after falling behind!! Hahahahahaha" everyone burst out laughing.

Old Chen was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck thickened, and he hurriedly defended himself.

"Zhong Laosi, damn you, our Yiqi is the city that followed General Lin. If you don't believe it, you can ask Xiao Lizi. He and his brothers all know..." Then Old Chen, at this point

But all of a sudden, he was like a deflated rubber ball, his fingers stopped in the air, as if his strength was drained out in an instant, he sat straight back on the ground, lowered his head and sighed, and stopped talking. All the men stopped playing,

His eyes were filled with light, and he silently swallowed a sip of strong wine. There was no sound everywhere, except for the crackling of firewood in the bonfire, but the hearts of the brothers were also broken, and they could not say a word for a long time.

Why is this? It turns out that the people in Old Chen's banner were all carefully selected and followed General Lin into the city first. At the last critical moment, half of their brothers risked it with Li Wuling.

With the flash of swords and the shadow of swords, the city gate was opened desperately with thousands of arrows piercing the heart. Only then did the lone warriors attack Bayanhot at night, burning food and grass to relieve the danger of Helan Mountain.

However, half of the brothers under their banner, together with Little Li Zi, became the eternal nameless heroic sculptures of a country in the morning light above the city gate. It was blood and tears, it was family and country.

That was their brother, and that was a scar in their memory that would never heal.

They can follow General Lin back home, be cheered and loved by all the people, and enjoy the praise and admiration of the heroes of China. But what about them? They sleep in a foreign country, spilling their blood on the windy and cold grasslands, until

Death is looking at their hometown from afar. No one remembers their names, no one knows their stories. They can live and talk here because they block the front with their flesh and blood bodies...

A very familiar voice broke the quiet air. "What's wrong? You don't say anything. Did Lao Zhonghuang tell you a joke and you are all embarrassed?"

Seeing General Lin coming, the soldiers hurriedly wiped their eyes, picked up their weapons, stood up quickly, and shouted "General!"

"Well, what's wrong? Everyone is crying, just like a little girl." In the past, if General Lin had made fun of him, they would have made loud noises and started making trouble. But today, it was a

Everyone remained silent.

After a moment of silence, Old Chen spoke again. "General, it's nothing. Just now, the brothers were thinking about our brothers who were on the grassland. Old Zhong was worried that they had no wine to drink, but there was nothing we could do about it."

After it was burned, the brothers are thinking of a proper way to pass it on to the brothers."

Hearing this, General Lin remained silent for a long time. This emotion was contagious, not to mention that these were his brothers who had died. He could understand each other with just one look on the battlefield. How could he not feel why they were sad. But,

To be a general, one should keep his expression unchanged even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him. What is important is to stabilize the morale of the army and strengthen the soul of the army. It is difficult to change the color of emotions. However, who General Lin is, he is destined to be different from ordinary people's perception.

"I understand, raise your heads and look at me carefully." General Lin said. All the soldiers raised their heads and looked at this unique General Lin in the world with wet eyes.

He took the jug of wine from Lao Zhong's hand, held it towards the bright moon, and said leisurely, "This man has passed away. I hope the moon above my head will shine on my brothers and feet, and send me my love and the fragrance of the wine. This first sip

Liquor, I respect the brothers who sacrificed their lives for the country. In life, everyone must die. Some are lighter than a feather, and some are heavier than Mount Tai. But just like what I said to you before, you are not an unknown tree.

Grass, you are not a piece of sand without roots, you are the majestic Helan Mountain. You step on the earth and carry the sky. Even if you die, your soul will never die. You will protect our country, protect our rivers and mountains, and guard the borders forever. Perhaps,

There may come a day when we brothers are all old and cannot remember your names or faces. But don’t worry, we will look to the northwest until the moment we die. Maybe one day, it will really happen.

One day, everyone has forgotten your heroic deeds and why you fought, but don't be sad, because the tall Helan is your eternal monument, and your names are engraved on the rocks. Feng'er

Tell your story, let the wind and rain change the course of the river, and always stand in the north, blocking the cold wind of the yellow sand outside the Great Wall for our great beauty, until the day when the world ends. When you were born, the towering Helan was a monument to your great achievements.

When your soul returns to heaven, it will be the monument that heaven has personally set up and written for you! Do it!!"

After General Lin said the last word, facing the bright moonlight in the sky, he raised his head to drink. He had a dark face, disheveled hair, and was a wild man. He was a madman in the world. He let the wine soak his clothes and tears streaked his face.

A large mouthful of strong alcohol burned through his throat and flowed into his stomach. He continued to speak, "With this second sip, I would like to pay tribute to the brothers around me. I, Lin San, thank you for trusting me, protecting me, and loving me, for accompanying me all the way across the grassland, and walking on the grassland."

I have crossed the desert, climbed over the snowy mountains, and massacred the Turkic throne. Thank you for never leaving me and fighting bloody battles with me. Without you, there would be no Lin San. I have no regrets in this life because of this brother! Come on, do it!!"

After the sound was heard, everyone burst into tears. Following the general, they grabbed the wine bottle and drank heavily.

"This third mouth, respect ourselves, respect us for returning home alive, respect us for not dying on the frontier, respect us for being able to accompany our wives and children. We living people are here to convey our love and support to our dead brothers.

Their expectations and wishes, so we all have to live well and not be ashamed of their bloodshed and sacrifice. In this life, if we can always be with our family members, why not let them suffer hardships?"

After saying this, Lin San swallowed for a long time with his brother. After he recovered, he wiped away his tears and returned to his cynical madman attitude and said, "Okay, okay, I'm done crying. Don't spend the whole day

She looked gloomy and looked like a resentful woman. I also said that you who are alive should live happily on behalf of your dead brothers and repay the debts you owe on their behalf. Come on, let’s sing the little song I taught you together.

If he can't sing for me, hum, then I'll hang him on the flagpole tomorrow!"

Lin San knocked on the wine pot and sang slowly, "I think back then, my team just opened... Hey..."

Everyone wiped away their tears and shouted together, "There are only a hundred people and dozens of guns... Hey..."

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After singing this song, a group of rough guys shouted at the top of their lungs, which was unpleasant and weird, but everyone was like, "Look at me, I look at you," and then the whole room burst into laughter. After the laughter, there was another big fuss,

Then he started drinking again.

When they were in the mood, everyone gathered around the bonfire and sang classic ditties from all over the world, the most representative of which was undoubtedly the famous song of Golden Scale - Eighteen Touch!

It was only at night that General Lin staggered towards the carriage. Hearing the noise outside, Xu Changjin gently opened the curtain. Only then did he realize that his husband was back, and he hurriedly got out of the car to greet him. But from a distance

He smelled a strong smell of alcohol and saw that he was swaying and about to fall if he stumbled. Xu Changjin hurried over to help Lin San.

"Brother Wanrong... Sir, no, no, husband, you, you are drunk, let's get in the carriage and rest..."

General Lin vaguely felt someone supporting him, and subconsciously responded. He suddenly realized that the person who came was his sister Jang Geum. This was so surprising that he was shocked, and he was half awake from the wine.

"Hey, my darling! Why did you get out of the car? Come on, get back in the car. It's windy at night, so don't break your body!" After saying that, he immediately hugged Xu Changjin into a bear hug and put her down.

Back on the carriage. The drunken Lin San was extremely strong. Xu Changjin was startled and did not dare to struggle. He let him carry him back. Thinking that the eldest lady was still in the car, Lin San added in his heart.

He said, Well, they are all three-quarters of me, they are all three-quarters of me. (Everyone in the audience felt a chill on their backs and goosebumps when they heard the old man’s careless shout.)

"Hey, my sister Jang Jin, you and I are rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so if you fall, it won't hurt you. You are very fragile now, so you can't run around."

Xu Janggeum's face turned red, he opened his hand and replied, "Sir, Janggeum is not as unbearable as you said. The baby is already more than four months old, and Janggeum should exercise at the right time, which will facilitate a smooth delivery in the future."

My husband, don’t forget that Jang Geum is a doctor himself, and he treated Sir Lin when he was in the capital. Jang Geum knows more about medicine than my husband."

Speaking of this, General Lin also blushed for a rare time and scratched his head. He thought that he was indeed a little too anxious, and the hug just now was a more dangerous move.

But at this moment, Xu Changjin, who was attentive, discovered something was wrong. He was obviously drunk, but there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. At that moment, he pulled him into his arms with distress, gently wiped away the tears one by one with his sleeves, and asked softly

He said, "Sir, what's wrong with you? How can you drink so much but still have tears in your eyes?"

General Lin leaned on the carriage and in the arms of his sister Jang Geum, feeling the fragrance and tenderness wantonly. He took a deep breath in his nose, with an intoxicated look on his face, and then he raised his head and replied, "I just got old."

Zhong talked about the brothers who died on the grassland, and I remembered the scene after the army entered the city that day. There were so many wives, children and mothers, they were bidding farewell to their husbands and sons to go to the battlefield, and now they were waiting for their triumphant return in the same place with full of expectations.

, waiting for them to walk through the Arc de Triomphe, they were anxiously looking for the person of their dreams in the long queue. When they found them, they were filled with joy, and they hugged each other with tears in their eyes. But what about the ones who couldn't find them?

It is destined to be full of joy and expectation at first, then anxious and impatient, and finally two lines of tears on the face, leaving only the haggard back, waiting for the next group of returning sergeants, waiting again and again. But

How many great and beautiful men have been buried in the land of yellow sand? How many of those people who have been waiting time and time again have never been able to wait for the one who was supposed to come?"

How could General Lin not be sad and sad? It was he who led these brothers to the frontier, but when he came back, it was no longer the complete team. On the occasion of the triumph, the great China had an extra river from now on.

It is a river of tears.
To be continued...