The Bug troops crossed the grassland like flying arrows and rushed towards Nalan's base camp, the Luochuan Department. According to reports from the frontline scouts, the Bugs would be able to successfully enter their expected circle in about half an hour.
In An Ge's tent, Qing Meng made a decision that surprised everyone present: as the commander-in-chief, he actually wanted to lead the rear troops in a sneak attack just to prove his perfect strategy.
"Nonsense!" Mu Mingrui had a bad temper. When he heard this, he immediately exploded: "Mengzi, aren't you seeking death by doing this?"
"General Mu, please pay attention to your words and deeds. My strategy will only succeed, and naturally there will be no death. If you really don't believe it, you can go with me to supervise the battle. What do you think?" Qing Meng retorted with her hands behind her back.
Zhang's father stopped the angry Mu Mingrui, looked at Qing Meng and said, "I also request to supervise the battle together."
"Oh?" Qing Meng raised her head and replied thoughtfully: "That's what I have in mind, you two can go with me."
Qingmeng then arranged for ambush troops from all walks of life. As soon as the order comes, various troops will surround Bug.
Father Zhang stood in the distance, looking at Qing Meng's busy back. He lowered his head silently. Suddenly, he was pulled by the corner of his clothes. Father Zhang suddenly turned around and saw that it was Mu Mingrui.
"Old man, what are you thinking about?" Mu Mingrui shouted with his eyes widened.
Father Zhang's lips trembled, and he quietly whispered a few words in Mu Mingrui's ear. Mu Mingrui was stunned for a while before he realized: "Is it really worth it for you to do this?"
"Have I owed him less for more than ten years?" A rare smile broke out on Father Zhang's wrinkled face: "I think he will forgive me for doing this, right?"
Mu Mingrui was speechless. He looked at Zhang's father's retreating back and muttered to himself: "Farewell..."
Half an hour later, the guard soldiers quickly informed Zhang's father and Mu Mingrui: "The general ordered you two to set off immediately. There must be no delay!"
"According to the order." Zhang's father took the order and met with Mu Mingrui.
According to Qingmeng's deployment, the main army was led by Nalan Boyle. They only needed to listen to an order to "make dumplings" and encircle them.
The sneak attack troops were all cavalry. They stood neatly on the grassland, led by the three men from Qingmeng. The wind blew mercilessly on the grassland, kicking up pieces of dust. The sun in the sky was dimmed by the dust.
A frontline scout came to report: "The Bug army has rushed into the trap, only waiting for your order!"
"Very good!" Qing Meng shouted: "Go and notify the main force for quick support!"
After receiving the order, the horse left again like a gust of wind.
But after a long time, there was still no reply from Nalan. Qingmeng was so anxious that he jumped up and down. He angrily decided: "We only need to break through the rear to win, so why wait for reinforcements?"
"Send my order and the whole army sets off!"
Mu Mingrui was shocked after hearing this, and quickly ran over: "Mengzi, are you crazy? What can you do to them without reinforcements?"
"Attack the troops in the rear until they are in chaos, and capture the general Bug alive, so that they will collapse."
Qingmeng glanced at Mu Mingrui and said mockingly: "If General Mu is afraid of death, he can leave a few troops here to receive reinforcements without going forward to fight."
"You guy!" Mu Mingrui was about to get angry, but Zhang's father quickly tried to dissuade him: "There really needs to be a general who can take on important responsibilities to receive the reinforcements. In the current situation, it must be General Mu."
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Mu Mingrui gritted his teeth and swallowed the anger.
"You have no objection now? Let's go!" Qing Meng raised his whip, and with a "pop" sound, the sneak attack cavalry unit moved quickly, as fast as a meteor, as if it was going to smash the enemy directly.
Military general.
With such speed, they soon caught up with the Bug army. In the distance, Qingmeng saw a man wearing a general's armor behind the army, waving his whip and shouting.
"Needless to say, Bug must have known that the rear troops were weak, so he took command personally in order to protect himself. But he never expected that the general who attacked the troops was me!" Qingmeng smiled arrogantly: "In the end, it's still the case.
So childish!"
Zhang's father was a little skeptical: "The general has been placed in a weak position. Could it be that he is deliberately waiting for you to make a sneak attack? I think it still needs to be discussed..."
"Impossible!" Qing Meng interrupted Zhang's father arrogantly: "Buger learned the art of war from me. He is an impatient person. How could he come up with such a plan?"
Father Zhang wanted to continue to refute, but seeing that his son ignored him, he could only sigh softly and pray silently that his son was right.
Qingmeng drew out his saber and shouted: "Kill!" The soldiers roared with fighting sounds. For a moment, it seemed as if the world was shaking, and the army was like a meteor crashing into the Bug army.
Father Zhang tried his best to keep a balance with his son. He could touch him just by raising his hand. No one knew what he wanted to do.
The army violently attacked the rear of the Bug army, seemingly successful, but Qingmeng found that the enemy did not follow his expectations - as if they had known it would be like this, they began to change their formations, and finally formed a pliers-like formation.
, the two sides suddenly clamped down, killing all the attacking troops.
"It's still too late to escape now!" Zhang's father grabbed Qing Meng's armor and tried to escape back.
"The enemy general Bug is right there. As long as he is killed, the enemy army will be leaderless and will collapse. This is a great opportunity and you ask me to run away?" Qing Meng was unwilling to admit the failure of his strategy and was determined to capture Bug and redeem his so-called
of "dignity".
But he was wrong. When he saw the "general", he almost collapsed - this was not Bug, but an ordinary soldier.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful impact on his body and fell heavily under the horse. Half of his body was paralyzed by the fall. When he looked up, a stream of hot blood sprayed directly on his face.
Father Zhang was sitting on the horse, his body was pierced by long swords from all directions, blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his desperate eyes were still looking at the sky.
At that moment, the light shone on him, and the sky was no longer dim, as if his blood gave him the warmth of the sun again.
"Don't let him fall off the horse, torture him to death like this!" Someone shouted in the crowd, and the soldiers holding the long sword supported him hard on the horse, and hot blood dripped down the long handle.
Watering the dry grass on the ground.
Qing Meng's whole body was numb, and he was stunned when he saw Zhang's father's miserable state in front of him.
Father Zhang twisted his neck with difficulty, looked at Qingmeng lying on the ground and said: "There is only so much I can do as a father..."
"Father!" Qingmeng cried desperately.
Father Zhang smiled, his smile was so bright, even though the long sword on his body tortured him endlessly.
The reinforcements finally arrived, and they surrounded Bug's army. Bug knew that they could not fight head-on, so he immediately led the army to flee. The soldiers left Zhang's father aside and ran away on their own.
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"Mengzi!" Mu Mingrui led the army and rushed here anxiously. He saw Qingmeng holding Zhang's father in his arms, crying and crying in pain, and said helplessly: "He is going for you.
Dead..."
After hearing this, Qing Meng felt as if he had been hit with a stick. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the sky in despair.
★Zhang Qingmeng’s perspective★
Why? He just broke into my world at this time.
The word "father" has sounded very harsh to me since I was a child.
Since I ran away from home when I was seven years old, I have almost never heard this word spoken.
I have always hated him because he killed my mother.
So why? Now I feel so desperate.
After suffering for so many years, I finally have a relative who can tolerate any of my shortcomings. No matter how bad he is, he is my only relative.
How I wish I could lie in his arms and act coquettishly like a child. Fatherly love, something that others can easily get, is out of reach for me!
At that moment, I seemed to finally get the father's love I longed for, and I thought my life would be perfect from now on.
But, I was wrong.
If the second person breaks my desire for father's love, I will definitely fight to the death with him without hesitation.
But that person is myself...
It was my own arrogance and arrogance that killed him, the only person I could call "father".
If I could humbly accept advice and restrain my arrogant personality, everything could be avoided.
But for the sake of so-called "dignity", I made decisions without authorization, which led to catastrophe.
It should have been me who was being tortured on the horse, and I deserved to pay for it.
But in order to protect me, he did not hesitate to use his thin body to bear all the pain for me.
Is this retribution for him? Is this retribution for hurting his mother?
If this is the case, I should be happy, but why am I crying?
I have been unwilling to let go of my arrogant figure and refused to say the word "father" in front of him. I was not willing to call him out until he was dying, but it was already too late...
Even if you call him ten thousand times, no one will answer.
Nalan wanted to turn this funeral into a state funeral and wanted to sell all his treasures so that the entire grassland would remember him.
I refused and let him die in peace.
I placed his body on a hill, which was covered with flowers and plants, and the soil seemed to be filled with fragrance.
Being buried here is probably the only filial piety I have ever done.
After placing the tombstone, it was already sunset and everyone left one after another. I was the only one sitting in front of the tombstone and thinking deeply.
At some point, Yao Qiu sat down next to me with six-year-old Jiang'er, and said calmly: "He wouldn't want you to be so depressed."
(Jiang'er: the name of Zhang Qingmeng's eldest son Zhang Junsheng, that is, Yuanjiang, Jiang'er is a nickname)
"Pull it out, I'll ignore you if you don't go back!"
Jiang'er was calling me, and I quickly got up and walked back. A gust of wind blew by, and I subconsciously looked back at the tombstone. The last trace of the sunset still remained on the smooth stone monument.