Qin wind and Han snow, Sui rain and Tang moon, the Ba River is vast, and the weeping willows are lingering.
The Bahe River is one of the eight rivers in Chang'an. It originates from the Qinling Mountains. It merges into the Zhangjian River in the west of Wangchuan River in Chang'an and flows northward. It passes through the Balingyuan Valley and traverses the eastern suburbs of Chang'an. It is joined by the Chan River from the northwest and flows northward.
Weishui River.
The bridge across the Ba River is a large porous stone arch bridge with bluestone paving.
This place is the most strategic point of Chang'an. Anyone who enters or exits Qiao and Tong from the west and east must pass through here.
The drizzle continued for three days. Embankments were built for five miles on both sides of the Baqiao Bridge, and tens of thousands of willows were planted. The old willows were dancing, the new willows were green, and the green clouds hung over the fields. In the gentle breeze and drizzle, the willow threads were like smoke and mist.
The soldiers who gathered here to cross the bridge fought shoulder to shoulder, which was the grandeur of Chang'an.
My wife, children and old friends were sent here, and they stopped for a moment, exhorting me earnestly, breaking willows to see me off, and all of them felt sad.
Fighting for the country can exempt you from the corvee at home, but the battlefield is dangerous. How many people have returned to fight in ancient times?
This is a separation of life and death, who knows if it will turn into a separation of death?
Baqiao is very wide, but there are too many people, so congestion is inevitable.
Fang Jun rode to the bridge, frowned at the crowd in front of him, wiped the rain off his face, and heard someone calling his name.
Turning his head to look, he saw Li Siwen, Chief of Staff Sun Huan and others, standing under the willow tree on the bank, waving to him.
Fang Jun told his soldiers to pass by when the crowds were sparse and there was no need to wait for him. Then he rode his horse to a group of dandies and asked with a smile: "Is there anyone at home who is going to war?"
Li Siwen stepped forward and took the reins of his horse, curling his lips and said: "I would like to join the army, but it's a pity that I don't have the opportunity to join my family..."
Among the veteran generals of the Tang Dynasty, Hou Junji and Li Ji had always been at loggerheads.
Although Li Ji had a higher official position, Hou Junji relied on His Majesty Li Er's favor and never took Li Ji seriously. He often mentioned Li Ji's status as a "reduced general" to others with disdain.
The relationship is extremely cold.
Of course, this is also related to Li Ji's always low-key and introverted character.
Li Ji only smiled slightly when he heard this and didn't take it to heart, but Hou Junji didn't dare to say such words to Cheng Yaojin, Qin Qiong and others...
Having said that, how could Li Ji, who was born into a wealthy family, look down on the exaggerated, superficial and scoundrel Hou Junji?
During this Western Expedition, His Majesty Li Er appointed Hou Junji as the general manager of the march to Jiaohe Road to command the overall situation. Although everyone knew that this was a good opportunity to earn meritorious deeds, Li Ji would not get involved.
No matter how great Hou Junji's meritorious service was, he could not surpass Li Ji due to his background...
Fang Junqi asked: "Then what are you doing here?"
Li Siwen looked unhappy: "Do you have any conscience? Of course the brothers are here to see you off!"
Fang Jun's heart warmed up, he cupped his fists and said to a few people: "Brothers are really interested!"
Changsun Huan waved his hand and said: "Qu Tuquan was also coming, but Hou Junji went out with the left guard, so the right guard was responsible for the defense of the capital. The assassin boy was strictly guarding the barracks under military orders. Let us say
Sorry."
"We are all brothers, why are you so polite? Fang Er will always remember your deep friendship in my heart. From now on, I will put loyalty first and pledge myself to each other..."
"Get out of here!" Several people were almost disgusted by Fang Jun. With your black face, Mr. Rabbit doesn't even care...
Cheng Chubi sighed and looked enviously at Fang Jun, who was wearing a helmet and armor and looked heroic: "I'm so envious! When will my father let me go to the battlefield to fight?"
Fang Jun quickly waved his hand: "Just forget it!"
When Fang Jun went to the battlefield, he was more motivated to gain meritorious service. If there was danger, he would definitely avoid it. But Cheng Chubi was different. He only wanted to charge into the battlefield and chop off the heads of several enemies...
Li Siwen hammered Fang Jun's breastplate and sighed: "I can't believe that among us brothers, you are the first one to go to the battlefield! No matter what, to fight for the country and gallop on the battlefield, men are the highest.
Glory! We are going to the Gaochang Kingdom, where thousands of rivers and mountains lie across the Gobi Desert. I hope you will take good care of me all the way. When I get to the battlefield, I will cut off a few more heads of barbarians for my brothers and show off my fierce glory as an athlete in Guanzhong!"
"That's right!" Changsun Huan answered: "Let those barbarians who don't know how to die tremble completely. Let's see who dares to defy the Tang Dynasty again!"
Fang Jun was a little speechless. He never noticed that these few young angry young people were still hot-blooded...
At this time, a burst of singing came from the distance. The singing was not loud at first, but gradually, people on both sides of Baqiao began to sing in harmony.
"In the past, I left, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling..."
At the end, even the likes of Li Siwen and Cheng Chubi were singing along softly...
For a moment, the singing on the bank of Baqiao was low, filled with sorrow and sorrow before parting, and reluctant to leave.
The young couple looked at each other with tears in their eyes and choked with sobs.
When the soldiers came out of Bafu, how were they hurt when they looked back...
Fang Jun actually didn't take this western expedition to heart. In his opinion, the straight-line distance between Chang'an and Gaochang was only more than two thousand kilometers, which is about the same distance from Xi'an to Harbin. He hasn't even gone abroad yet, so what?
?
But he had forgotten that last winter he set out from Chang'an to Qingzhou, and walked along the post road for more than half a month. Going to Gaochang State, not only the mountains and rivers are high, but also the transportation is inconvenient.
It can be exhausting...
It was spring when I went out, and the poplars and willows were fluttering, but when I came back, it was already winter with rain and snow.
My wife and children are looking forward to it at home, my lover is waiting for me in my hometown, thousands of miles apart, and we miss each other. There is a person walking alone in the heavy snow, but I also know that there is a light burning in the distance. That is where all hope lies and is the motivation to live.
For Yangliu Yiyi, I can endure the rain, snow and falling rain...
Fang Jun, who had never been sentimental, felt a little sad amidst the singing around him.
He took a broken willow branch from Changsun Huan and put it solemnly into his arms. He took a deep breath, clasped his fists to several people and said, "The mountains are high and the water is far away. When the snow falls, wait for the sound of my triumph!"
Dear gentlemen, take good care of it!"
"treasure!"
After all, they are both men. Although their moods are a little gloomy, they are not as delicate as women. They express their respect to each other and wish Fang Jun a military exploit and a triumphant return!
Fang Jun turned around, mounted his horse, and rode towards Baqiao to resign.
Walking to the bridge, I happened to see a row of bicycles parked not far away. Chang Sun Chong, who was dressed in armor, was saluting Chang Sun Wuji. Next to him was a pretty figure, dressed in plain white, with a waist as thin as a willow, standing calmly, with a pretty and sad face.
At this time, Xu felt Fang Jun's gaze, her pretty face slightly raised, and two clear eyes were intertwined with Fang Jun's, a little stunned.
Fang Jun did not greet his eldest grandson Wuji, but gave Princess Changle a slight nod, then rode his horse up Baqiao and went straight to the Shenji camp.
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Outside the Golden Gate, flags were fluttering and tents were lined up. Tens of thousands of troops gathered here, with people shouting and horses neighing, and the noise was endless.
Fortunately, the drizzle was continuous, and the dust suppressed by the rain did not linger in the dust. However, people trampled on horses and made ruts, but the ground was crushed with mud and potholes. If you were not careful, you would be sprayed with mud and water.
As soon as Fang Jun arrived at the Shenji camp, he was told by Liu Rengui that the commander-in-chief had an order and ordered Fang Jun to go to the commander's tent to discuss matters.
There were so many military orders that Fang Jun did not dare to delay for a moment, so he hurriedly asked the direction of Commander Ming's tent and hurried off.
There were a mountain of laws and regulations in the military camp, and he didn't want to leave any leverage for Hou Junji, who always disliked him, to punish him...
The garrison of tens of thousands of troops is not just filled with people, but also sycophantic ordnance, food, grass and baggage. They are piled up like mountains and create chaos for miles around.
After finding the commander's tent along the way, Fang Jun jumped off his horse and rushed to the soldiers outside the tent: "Fang Jun, the admiral of the Shenji Battalion, has been ordered to come here."
Fang Jun's name is not only spread among the rich and powerful, but also has a strong reputation among the military. Especially when the 500 Shenji Battalion defeated more than a thousand soldiers of the Youtun Camp, it was even more popular.
It was passed down from word to mouth and was amazed.
Seeing Fang Jun at this time, the soldiers in the commander's tent did not dare to neglect, and said respectfully: "The commander-in-chief has given an order. As soon as the Marquis of Xinxiang arrives, there is no need to announce, and you can enter immediately!"
Fang Jun raised his hand, lifted the curtain of the tent door, and raised his legs to enter.
The sky was already gloomy, and the handsome tent only had two vents on the left and right, making the light increasingly darker.
Fang Jun squinted his eyes slightly, finding it difficult to adapt.
A powerful voice sounded in my ears: "I am willing to be the vanguard of the army, attack the city and seize the territory, and aim directly at Gaochang!"
This man was full of energy and had a deep voice. His words made Fang Jun's eardrums buzz with endless echoes.