Since ancient times, during conquests, whether moral or moralless, human life has been like a piece of grass. It will not become precious just because of a few laments from a few passionate poets. In the years of war and chaos, the soldiers who pledged themselves to the country will not necessarily become precious.
, being able to be shrouded in horse leather is actually an extravagant honor. After all, there are many loyal people who guarded the border and expedition, most of them turned into withered bones by the river, the ghosts of the Longshan... and became the eternal "spring girl's dream". Among them
Who should I talk to about my sorrow and lamentation?
In the early morning of the 20th, Guan Dashi was shaken awake from a deep nightmare. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Niu Chong. Guan Dashi wanted to get up, but he was exhausted. Niu Chong used his remaining left arm to help him, but Niu Chong tried to help him.
The wound on his right arm was so painful that his vision went dark, and both of them fell on the thick thatch of the military building. After a long while, Guan Dashi struggled to get up, and then helped Niu Chong up, and then asked: "Brother Niu Chong
,Are you...are you feeling better?"
Niu Chong endured the pain: "I...I'm only missing half an arm, so what's the big deal...but...but Brother Sanlang...he...they're all gone..." After saying that, he started crying bitterly.
Dashi was also brought out of his emotions by him, and the two of them cried and comforted each other in vain.
Niu Chong suddenly stopped crying and seemed to remember something, "Brother Dashi! Brother Chen Gu came here just now and said that he would bury the fallen soldiers outside the city later and asked us to go there. We can still... we can still see Brother Sanlang.
The last time they met..." Guan Dashi listened and nodded slowly. He stopped feeling sad, wiped away his tears, called the Mangshan regiment who came with him to train, and ran out of the city together.
Under the city wall, piles of firewood were stacked like small mountains, brought by the people in the city. In addition, there were many large and small clay pots, which were also piled neatly at the base of the city wall.
The people also took it from their homes.
General Li Guangbi stood on the city wall. Although his voice was low, it was as loud as a bell: "Gentlemen! Since last year, all our generals have regarded death as if they were home. They have fought fiercely with the thieves day and night, staining the city with blood, and repelled the rebels.
What an honor for a despicable general! However, the swords are ruthless, and more than a thousand generals sacrificed their lives in the national calamity, making people beat their chests and stamp their feet, and sing and cry! The situation has changed, and the morning light is faint! I have prepared a thin meal, and a fragrant mash! To pay tribute to the heroes.
, to offer sacrifices to the souls of the dead! How sad! Shang Xiang!" After saying this, the war drums were gloomy, the horns were wailing, and the voices of some Taoist priests and monks chanting sutras for salvation were heard, which was the last courtesy to these fallen soldiers.
Then two teams of officers and soldiers, wearing black armor and black scarves on their heads, inserted themselves from both sides of the city wall, picked up the firewood, and piled it into long rows in the open space. They faced each other and lifted the fallen soldiers one by one.
, discharged above the firewood.
At this time, General Li Guangbi's right-hand assistant shouted: "Strong march!" The soldiers on the city wall all picked up a bowl of wine and sprinkled it on the city wall. The rows of firewood lit up and gradually connected into one, connecting the people in this place.
The air became ethereal, as if the undead were leaping and rising on the flames, reluctantly bidding farewell to this world.
After a long time, the fire was extinguished. Guan Dashi and others had expressionless faces. They each held a clay pot and collected the bones of their brothers before returning to the military building and waiting for the next order. The regiment training warriors who came for reinforcements were all
The existing officers and soldiers can go or stay at their own convenience. Guan Dashi and others decided to return to Mangshan first and send their deceased brothers back to their homeland as the first priority. As for the subsequent war, it is beyond the control of Tuan Lian Xiangyong.
Right and left, you will always come back if you are called upon.
All casualties of the officers and soldiers are compensated, and even those who are brave in regiment training are also given corresponding money and pension documents. Guan Dashi went into the military tent on behalf of his wounded brother and came out with the money and pension documents. His eyes were full of bright red bloodshot eyes. For
The lives of the brothers can no longer be saved, and these things are nothing more than a trivial consolation.
Guan Dashi and the remaining regiment trained troops, and carried the bones of Yang Sanlang and others, and returned south along the Taihang Mountains. At this time, the mountain peaches were red, the new willows were green, and the sounds of warblers and swallows were dotting the scene, but it was a prosperous spring scene.
The people who returned to the south felt sad in their hearts and turned a blind eye to the bright spring scenery.
After seven or eight days of confusion, Guan Dashi and other regiments were practicing, munching dry food and eating game they had brought. They just left Taihangxing. A few miles further, there was the Yellow River. In the spring, the sun was warm, the glaciers had opened, and the river was surging mightily.
Heading east, it disappeared between the sky and the mountains. Guan Dashi and others found some dead wood, tied it with vines and ropes, and made two simple rafts. They found a section where the water flow was slower and then crossed.
Yellow River.
When he really stood at the foot of Mang Mountain, the sadness and uneasiness in Guan Dashi's heart suddenly became stronger. After standing there for a long time, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he was unwilling to move a step. Everyone felt uncomfortable, knowing what he was thinking.
, didn’t force them to do anything, just scattered aside and waited.
Wang Guanjie walked up, holding back his sadness and said: "Come on! The deceased has passed away, and there is no point in mourning. Now we must try our best to take care of their families. Even if the people who died in the battle are known to me, they will have no regrets."
Dashi nodded slowly, took steps, and headed up the mountain.
It was already early morning when I returned to Yangliu Villa. The early sun shone on the high forest, and the rays of light penetrated diagonally down, illuminating the villa brightly. From a distance, I saw a few wisps of green smoke rising in the village, dispersed by the sunlight, and enveloping the village.
Above the valley, it felt a bit unreal. Then there were the sounds of cocks crowing and dogs barking, and several women carrying wooden buckets were fetching water from the stream. Suddenly a woman turned her head and saw that her head was tied with a black scarf, and her whole body was covered with water.
The shabby Guan Dashi and the others, as if they had seen a ghost, dropped the barrel, covered their mouths, and ran away with the other women.
Not long after, all the villagers, young and old, came to the village. The old man Wang Tongru and the women who had just been fetching water were at the front. When the villagers came closer, they only saw Guan Dashi and others kneeling on the ground.
There were three clay pots placed in front of him, and after searching among the kneeling figures, a woman fell to the ground and screamed: "Hu Liu - you are a murderer! You lied to me, Mrs. Sun.
...Speaking of taking care of my orphans and widowed mother...you have a clean life...wuwu..." A boy about two years old was dragging the grandson aside, and he couldn't stop crying.
The old man Wang Tongru also noticed something unusual. Unsure, he searched among the few people for a few more times before closing his eyes and fainting. Zhang Carpenter and others beside him quickly supported him and picked him up. After a while, he fell asleep.
Youyou woke up and murmured to himself: "Be loyal to the country... die a worthy death! Be loyal to the country..."
At this time, Lu Qiuniang squeezed out from the villagers, walked up to Guan Dashi in two steps, and slapped Guan Dashi on the face with "Pah!". Her eyes were red, and her anger was like two sharp arrows: "
Guan Dashi! My Sanlang listens to you in everything, and that’s what ends up like this... You just want revenge! You are very skilled in martial arts. If you want to take revenge, you can just go on your own! I have to drag Sanlang to accompany you... You are doing well.
The earth is back! My Sanlang... then... I can only sleep in this clay pot from now on... Guan Dashi, I will act like a ghost and I will not give you peace!" All the group practitioners lowered their heads and did not dare to respond. Qiuniang
After saying that, all the anger he had just expressed was exhausted, and he passed out.
Guan Dashi and others kept kneeling, knowing that even though they spoke fiercely, they were all overcome by grief in their hearts. It was not until the villagers helped Lu Qiuniang, Wang Tongru, Sun Niangzi and the boy away that they came up to help the training soldiers, and they were silent together
Back to Yangliu Villa.
Guan Dashi returned to the thatched cottage alone. The dirt and blood he had traveled for days had smeared his tattered robes into filth. He couldn't muster any energy to care about it, so he lay alone on the thatch of the Tukang, looking sideways.
As Guan Huer slept soundly, thoughts surged in his heart - he thought of his wife Yun Meizi, his son who was not yet one year old and was also called "Guan Huer"... he thought of the time when he and Yang Sanlang were forced to stand in a standstill by their father when they were young...
I felt a surge of sadness in my heart and eyes, and hot tears burst from my eyes.
After feeling sad for a while, Guan Dashi looked up and saw that the fat and white Guan Hu'er had woken up and was looking at him with dark eyes. His clear eyes were full of doubts: Do adults also want to cry?
?After a while, Guan Huer stood up carefully, held his shoulders tremblingly, wiped away his tears with her chubby little hands, and immediately got into his arms. This small body exuded
The warmth that came out also made Guan Dashi's heart clearer and a little firmer.
Guan Dashi hugged Guan Hu'er and lay like this. After a while, Guan Hu'er fell asleep soundly again. Suddenly, Lu Qiuniang's words came to mind, "Even if I am a ghost, I will not give you peace."
After thinking about it carefully, he secretly said "No!" So he quickly got up, covered Guan Hu'er with the animal skin on the kang, put on his military boots and rushed to Yang Sanlang's thatched cottage. When he went out, he happened to meet Guo Hu'er in the village.
Auntie, after asking carefully, she found out that Lu Qiuniang had been helped back to rest before, so she couldn't help but drag Auntie Guo over with her.
The two huts were not far away. When he arrived at the door, Guan Dashi glanced at Aunt Guo. Knowing that he was inconvenienced, Aunt Guo went up and knocked on the wood door a few times, but no one responded. Shaotai knocked a few more times.
, still no one opened the door. Guan Dashi felt something was wrong, pushed the door open, and saw a pair of Lu Qiuniang's fox leather boots spinning in front of his eyes. Looking up, Lu Qiuniang's arms were drooped, her eyes were closed, and her neck was covered
Pulled by a noose, he was already lifeless.
Aunt Guo was so frightened by this scene that she fell on the threshold and shouted: "Someone is coming quickly——! Someone is coming quickly——! The Yang family's wife has hanged herself——!"
Guan Dashi also felt a pain in his heart. He quickly hugged Lu Qiuniang's legs, lifted her up, took her neck out of the noose, then carried her into the inner room and gently placed her on the kang. At this time, villagers had already poured in.
A skinny old man came forward and said that he had once worked as a clerk in a drug store in Luoyang City. He had some knowledge of the art of Qihuang and was willing to have a consultation first. Guan Dashi only then remembered this man. He was the most taciturn person on weekdays.
Although he was gentle, he once gave Guan Huer some herbs to treat colds. Now that something happened suddenly, he had no choice but to let him have a try.
The elder's surname was Zhang Minghan, and he was considered to be one of the doctors at Yangliu Villa. At this time, he had already put his hand under Lu Qiuniang's nose - there was still a thread of gossamer coming in and out, so he called a woman over and put it on her chest and abdomen.
Press in between to promote the return of breath. Then he took her right hand, put two fingers on the pulse point, and felt it carefully. After a long while, he said: "Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise it would be difficult for gods to save her. The Yang family's wife is no longer alive.
It's serious, it's just..." He hesitated, not sure whether he should say it or not. Guan Dashi dismissed most of the villagers who were watching, leaving only Aunt Guo and the woman just now. Zhang Hancai continued: "This Yang family
My wife is pregnant, and judging from her pulse, she may be pregnant in more than three months. It’s a pity that Yang Yishi has passed away, and the orphans and widows will suffer in the future..."
When several people heard this, they were all sad. Aunt Guo thought for a while and volunteered: "Don't worry if you are honest! When Madam Yang wakes up later, I will give her some guidance and guarantee that she will not seek short-sightedness again. It's just that
It's inconvenient to stay here. She is currently resenting you and is afraid that she will humiliate you again..." Guan Dashi knew that she was thoughtful and took care of himself, so he held his hand and went back on his own.
But it was said that Lu Qiuniang gradually woke up, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Aunt Guo sitting sideways by the kang, feeding herself water. She felt a burning pain in her neck, and then she realized that she was not seeking death. Her internal organs were surging, and her throat felt sweet, and she spit out blood.