The morning light is fading, and the reincarnation of a new day has begun again.
Li Kuo was sitting at the square table facing the street, looking into the distance in trance.
Play the flute and go up to the high city. The autumn moon is shining brightly over the city. Hu Er sheds tears, and a dragon roars in the Han Dynasty.
Nearly half a month has passed since the Battle of Long Castle, but the young man still cannot get away from that night battle.
It was destined to be a sleepless night, with heavy rain, strong men singing lamentations, flying rocks rolling, and horses trampling into song.
He could not forget the tragic scene of the fire chief named Du dying under the boulder. He could not forget the pain of hundreds of arrows piercing his heart. He could not forget the heads rolling in and the blood flowing like a river that night...
He could truly feel the sadness in a general's success. It was not a mere pretentiousness but a cold, cold desert. The swords rose and fell, flesh and blood flew everywhere, limbs were broken, and arms were broken. He could see a great victory with just a glance.
Great victory, please take credit, be knighted! But how many people know how much humiliation and sacrifice are hidden behind this glorious victory! One hundred and thirteen of the brave soldiers he brought from Chang'an were killed.
Counting the garrison of the Long Castle, the entire army lost 417 men in the battle! Although in the eyes of outsiders, they defended the Long Castle beautifully and severely defeated the Tibetan barbarians, but who cares about those who have been buried since then?
Soldiers in the tomb?
It was like a huge stone pressing on his chest, a painful pain!
"Qilang, are you still thinking about the battle at Chang's Castle?" Guan Yuyuan walked over slowly, patted the young man's arm and said softly.
"Brother Guan!" Li Kuo returned to his senses and smiled slightly: "How could I forget that so many people died that night? When I left Chang'an, I made a promise to them that not a single brother would be left behind!"
Guan Yuyuan sighed slightly: "There are too many helplessness in life. There are some things that we can only strive for but cannot predict the results. Have you ever abandoned a brother? No! In this case, don't feel guilty. No one
I want you to forget it, but you must learn to transform the painful side of life, write down this account, and ask for it back from the Tibetan people!"
Li Kuo shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I certainly want to avenge this, but I don't know how many brothers will have to die if we want to take back all the places in Hehuang. I'm afraid this vast Guanhe is also made of blood, right?"
"Have you ever heard of a story? Once upon a time, there was a giant who competed with the king for the throne. In the end, he was defeated and killed. The king chopped off his head and buried him deep in a mountain. Although the giant had his head cut off, he was still alive.
Still not losing his will, he used his breasts as his eyes, his navel as his mouth, wielded his shield, and continued to swing his axe, fighting the Yellow Emperor again." (Note 1)
Seeing that the boy was still immersed in it, Guan Yuyuan started telling a story harmoniously.
"Brother Guan, the giant you are talking about is Xing Tian, right?" Li Kuo paused and said, "Brother Guan wants to tell me not to give up hope in desperate situations, and to stick to the principles and bottom line?"
"That's right!" Guan Yuyuan said: "Did you know that the land of Longyou was obtained by the bloody battles of generations of Tang Dynasty men? More than 100,000 Long Marchers went to Helong and Anxi just to compete with Tubo? Wrong,
They are guarding their homeland! This war is not for the country of one family, nor is it even for the Tang Dynasty that you keep calling. What is it for? It is the piece of yellow land under everyone's feet.
It is my wife and children who can live a stable life! So this battle should be fought, and not only should it be fought, but it must be fought to the end. No matter how many people are sacrificed, as long as we hope not to die, we can create miracles!"
"If you hope not to die, can you create miracles?" Li Kuo muttered silently, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "What we are doing is not for one family, but to protect our own home! So we have no reason to retreat, because we are retreating
This is not only irresponsible for the death of Paoze, but also irresponsible for his wife, children, and home!"
Guan Yuyuan nodded happily: "I'm very happy that you can think so. None of our men in the Tang Dynasty are weak and cowardly. You must learn to bear pressure instead of escaping!"
"Well, thank you Brother Guan for your advice!" Li Kuo has come out of the Battle of Long Castle. One cannot be in emotional debt for a lifetime, one must learn to look forward!
"By the way, Brother Guan, what happened to the caravan in the end? Did it go west to Liangzhou, or sell goods locally?" Li Kuo suddenly remembered the caravan and asked hurriedly.
"They are divided into two groups." Guan Yuyuan shook his head: "Most of the old guys were frightened by the horse thieves and Tibetan soldiers and did not want to risk going west again. Although the price of the goods is much lower than that sold to Mobei,
But it is several times higher than the purchase price in Chang'an. However, some people are unwilling to sell the goods and insist on going to Hexi. I asked people to hire swordsmen for them, let them go." Guan Yuyuan was obviously helpless,
Sighed.
After the battle of Chang Castle, the government and the public were shocked. Ge Shuhan, who was handling military affairs in Liangzhou, Hexi Province, rushed to Longyou. After a short rest, Li Kuo and his party continued westward and met Ge Shuhan in Shanzhou City. They suddenly encountered this
Due to unexpected changes, the entire Helong battlefield defenses have been comprehensively adjusted. Now that the ordnance has been safely transported, Ge Shuhan simply left Li Kuo with him. In this way, the caravan was faced with a choice, whether to continue marching westward or to stop.
Shanzhou City sales?
"I feel sorry for them." Li Kuo lowered his head in shame. After getting along with these traders for a long time, he gradually developed feelings for them. When fighting the horse thieves, everyone worked together, and when defending the fortress, everyone was united. This is
There is no doubt that feelings are discovered in front of the gate of the Great Castle. Since Marshal Ge Shuhan has given orders, he should stay in Shanzhou. However, these traders will have less protection, but they will have more troubles.
"Don't worry, everyone has their own way to go. People should learn to be grateful and don't take what others do for granted. I'm very happy that you can do this."
"Brother Guan, there is one thing I have always wanted to ask you. With all your skills, why do you feel comfortable being the shopkeeper on the surface?"
Guan Yuyuan waved his hand: "Son, do you really think that I am not willing to join the army or become an official? To the kings, Yao and Shun, and to make the customs pure. Almost everyone wants to take on this kind of responsibility of helping the world and bringing peace to the people. General, don't bother me.
, leave some red in your shirt. Who doesn’t yearn for such a free and easy life? But if everyone becomes a general or prime minister, who should run the materials of the Tang Dynasty? "
After coughing lightly, Guan Yuyuan continued: "Your Majesty established the hermit organization to avoid being noticed. Of course, the expenditure cannot be appropriated from the national treasury. We need to solve all the money ourselves. If you are Brother Guan, I will despise this commoner."
(Note 2), how can we afford the operating expenses of such a large organization?”
"Brother Guan, I..." The young man suddenly realized and said guiltily.
"There is no hierarchy between people. These are views imposed by the world. However, if you feel that you are of low status and close yourself off, no one can help you." Guan Yuyuan waved his hand and stopped.
Some things don’t need to be clarified, and what you see may not be true. If you want to see the truth of the incident, you can only explore it yourself.
Note 1: Xingtian: "The Book of Mountains and Seas·Overseas Western Classics" records: "Xingtian competed with the Emperor of Heaven for gods, and the Emperor cut off his head and buried him on the mountain of Changyang. It was Xingtian who used the breasts as his eyes, his navel as his mouth, and fucked his relatives with
Dance." Therefore, Xingtian is often praised as an unyielding hero by future generations.
Note 2: The Tang Dynasty stipulated that merchants were not allowed to wear silk or brocade, and could only wear cloth. The status of merchants was very low.
ps: After a little transition, the battle is coming.
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