Climbing up the city wall, Chu Qing pressed the bricks with both hands, the city gate winch moved slowly, and the sound of drums became more and more intense.
Three thousand cavalrymen from the bow camp got on their horses and did not line up because it was not necessary. They galloped for half a day. When they were approaching the flower and tree tribe, they dismounted and rested for a quarter of an hour. They did not bring rations and just rested. After a quarter of an hour, they galloped to the flower and tree tribe and met them.
Fight for death!
The city gate slowly fell, and every soldier opened his mouth and roared loudly.
The horses are armored, the soldiers are wearing their armor, and they go to Huangsha to fight with the son and die together with the son.
With bows, horses and cavalry, the border army has achieved great success. It will guard the border in life and bring great prosperity in death.
Run to the underworld, never look back, kill all the enemies in front of you.
Holding the skull of meritorious deeds, it shakes the heavens and the earth, frightens the unyielding thieves, and the frontier army is victorious.
Three thousand cavalrymen rolled up a piece of yellow sand and rushed out of the city gate. Chu Qing prayed in his heart, praying for a miracle. In one day, how many people would leave and how many would come back.
There are many things going on in Wangyuan City, and even Chu Qing needs to deal with a lot of things.
But for these two days, he had to be on the city wall, waiting and praying.
The sound of the soul of the frontier army is filled with endless bitterness and tragedy.
If Chu Qing wants to keep this soul, he must know the whole picture of this soul, see and feel this soul with his own eyes!
The three thousand cavalrymen of the Ma Gong camp had disappeared into the horizon. Chu Qing squatted beside the wall as if he had lost all strength.
Everyone in the Chang Dynasty, from the emperor to the common people.
Everyone knows that the border troops die every year, and people die in battle every year.
Slowly, I got used to it, and it seemed that it had little to do with myself, no, it had nothing to do with myself.
When it becomes a habit, the border soldiers who have nothing to do with them turn into groups of numbers after they die in battle. Groups of numbers that will be forgotten in an instant after hearing them.
How many people still know who these numbers appear for?
For whom did the heroic frontier soldiers fight and die?
Chu Qing felt a sense of shame, shame for no reason.
One hundred and fifty thousand heroic souls!
Fully 150,000 heroic souls, Chang Chao Guozuo for a hundred years, at least 150,000 heroic souls died in the battle inside and outside the wall!
When he first heard about this, Chu Qing felt nothing.
The border is too far away.
The border troops are too unfamiliar.
Thinking of these 150,000 heroic souls again, and thinking of his indifference when he first heard the words 150,000, Chu Qing felt ashamed.
Suddenly, Chu Qing thought of his school days, when he was in history class, lying on the table and falling asleep, when he suddenly heard "Thirty-five million".
Thirty-five million, he raised his head in confusion, Thirty-five million, what thirty-five million, who is so rich?
Thinking of this, Chu Qing blushed hotly.
"Master Chu."
Changxian looked at Chu Qing cautiously and said softly: "Students are very worried. Master Chu, you are too, right?"
"Yes, it must be because of the heavy traffic jam."
Changxian looked at the archers who were constantly patrolling the city wall, with an inexplicable expression on his face.
"When the students were in the palace, they heard that their father killed enemies for the country at the border. Their blood boiled and they always wanted to imitate him. Later, they mentioned this matter to the great scholars who came to the palace to teach. They said..."
Chang Xian glanced at Chu Qing's face and continued: "The great Confucian scholars say that the border army is responsible for guarding the border for the country. Now that they have received food and pay from the court, worn armor, and carried a sword, they have to serve me.
The words of Dachang Dynasty to defend its territory and expand its territory seemed reasonable to the students when they first heard it, but when they said these words at the time, it seemed... it seemed..."
"I think they don't care. They think it's the duty of the military to protect our family and country, right?"
"Yes, but the students don't think it is. I can't tell what's wrong."
"Let me tell you what's wrong."
Chu Qing said softly: "It is the bounden duty of a soldier to protect his family and country. Even if he dies in battle, it is his destiny. If an ordinary person dies, the government will investigate, and the people will be frightened and speculate. If a soldier dies on the battlefield,
Everyone will think it's normal because they're used to it, no one thinks it's abnormal, and I think it's normal too."
After a pause, Chu Qing showed an angry expression: "But there is one thing that is not normal, that is, the imperial court sucks the blood of the army. It is normal for the army to die in battle, but does the imperial court give them the treatment they deserve?
There are people who are greedy for money, wages, pensions, respect, and even military honors, and those who are greedy for money are those scum who think that it is normal for the army to die in battle. The army does not owe anyone anything, they do not even
They owe it to the country. They chose this path, knowing that they might die in battle. The court, officials, and aristocratic families think it is a normal thing. Yes, it is a normal thing. Then I will catch everyone in front of them. I will
Give them adequate food and salary, do not take credit for their achievements, and respect them. After they die in battle, they will receive a penny in compensation. Do they dare to join the army? Do they dare to come to the border and become a border army?"
Anger showed on Changxian's face. This anger meant that he finally understood what was wrong.
The great scholars, aristocratic families, and officials in Beijing all thought it was a normal thing.
Yes, normal.
Take the salary from the imperial court and fight for the country, no one will force you.
But, but, but, there is one thing, that is, are salaries, respect, pensions, and military honors really given to the military?
No, not given.
The imperial court did not give it, and neither the great Confucian scholars nor the aristocratic families nor the officials gave it.
Even if they were not given, the border troops would still fight to the death, still act "normally", still perform their vocation, and still go to death.
This is what is abnormal!
"Go back and tell your brother!" Chu Qing looked at Changxian very seriously: "I will work hard for the fourth generation, and work hard with his father, Huang Laosi, to change abnormal things, but this world is too fucked up.
I may not be able to make it, and his father may not be able to make it either. If, if the fourth child and I cannot make it, in his generation, when he becomes the emperor, he must make this happen, remember."
Changxian stood up and nodded heavily: "Students will definitely help the emperor!"
After finishing speaking, Changxian clenched his fists: "If my eldest brother can't do it, the students can't kill him!"
Chu Qing showed a satisfied look and nodded: "I hope I don't need Chang Yu to do this."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing also stood up and looked at the desolation of the yellow sand swept by the strong wind. The stagnation in his heart could not be dispersed.
"Young Master." Fu San suddenly started quietly and said in a confused manner: "In this fucked-up world, if you don't give respect to the frontier army and don't bully the frontier army, the frontier army can resist the century-old thieves. If you give them
The frontier army respects you, and the frontier army will definitely wipe out the cold bandits."
Chu Qing was slightly stunned, and after thinking for a moment, his face showed a daze.
He finally understood what Feng Luo was afraid of. Fu San woke up the dreamer with one word.
Are the frontier troops brave?
The answer is obvious. The bravest and most skilled soldiers in the Chang Dynasty were the frontier troops.
But how many years has the imperial court treated the border troops poorly?
Even though they were treated poorly, the frontier troops were still brave.
But the border troops are all fools. If they know that they are not respected or taken seriously, wouldn't they feel uncomfortable in their hearts?
Yes, I guess there is, but I have never revealed this problem, not because I am afraid that the court will know, but because I am afraid that Pao Ze will know.
I'm afraid that after Paoze finds out, his military spirit and soul will be gone.
So everyone endures it, and everyone is afraid that because of themselves, others will not be able to endure it anymore.
But how long can the border troops endure it?
I'm afraid it won't be long, it really won't be long.
When it becomes unbearable, the frontier soldiers will no longer be brave and adept at fighting, no longer brave, and no longer brave enough to join the army and die.
This is what Feng Luo is afraid of.
When the border troops could no longer bear it, Chang Chao was not far away from being breached by Liang thieves.
But if the imperial court pays attention to the frontier army, treats the soldiers kindly, and respects every soldier, the border army will no longer have any troubles and no longer need to endure it. They will definitely become, and will definitely be, the most powerful soldiers on the land of Zhongzhou!
"Remember." Chu Qing looked at Changxian and Nangong Ping respectively, and said solemnly: "Live for war and die for peace. This is what a soldier is!"