The Shenji Camp on the bank of the Qujiang River was quiet. Only the logistics soldiers left behind piled up piles of snow on the campus, forming "snow mountains" on the campus. The entire camp was quiet and empty.
The troops haven't returned yet?
Fang Jun looked up at the sky in surprise. He felt a little surprised. After thinking about it, he did not enter the camp and wait. Instead, he turned his horse's head and went to wait outside the Golden Light Gate in the west of the city.
When Fang Jun rushed to the Jinguang Gate, he happened to catch up with the Shenji Camp in the distance coming through the snow. There was a sea of family members who had been waiting outside the city gate, waiting for God.
As the machine camp approached, the family members of men, women and children kept calling their son-in-law's name. The scene was chaotic and touching.
It was probably the news from the Ministry of War. Fang Jun was a little confused that the entire Chang'an City knew the arrival time of the Shenji Battalion, but he didn't care.
That is to say, if they have not returned to the camp to assemble, it means that they are still in the army. Soldiers are not allowed to return home without permission. Otherwise, they will violate military discipline and will be severely punished. However, not being allowed to return home does not mean that they cannot talk to their family members. Some family members are
When they find their relatives in the queue of the Shenji Battalion, they shout happily. The soldiers whose names are called will also smile happily and wave to their families to express their health. These actions often trigger a burst of cheers and emotions from the people.
Very lively.
However, when there is success, there will be disappointment.
Those people who shouted the names of their loved ones over and over again but received no response gradually fell into despair. However, they still refused to give up. They would rather believe that their sons and daughters were just lagging behind. They anxiously looked forward to the hope.
, although they felt in their hearts that the worst thing might have happened, and their son might not come back, they secretly prayed to God for mercy.
When all the troops finally passed in front of them, the people who had lost their loved ones had to accept the reality before them. Their sons and daughters would never come back...
For a time, the sound of crying filled the entire west city gate, calling the names of their relatives, crying some sad words, and they were heartbroken.
Gradually, the soldiers and relatives who returned to Chang'an safely subdued their own joy and happiness, and fell silent to express their sympathy for these relatives who had lost their sons and daughters.
Since the end of the Sui Dynasty, generations of heroes from Guanzhong have left their hometowns and fought in all directions. They have composed heroic and fearless poems about the athletes in Guanzhong, but they have also buried their bones all over the country and beyond the Great Wall in Mobei.
Since ancient times, war has been so helpless. Some people live, some die, some return home in fine clothes, and some bury their bones in other places...
Fang Jun sat quietly on the horse, watching the joys and sorrows of the world in front of him, silently.
War is the stupidest act in the world, but it is also the most inevitable method. Not to mention the middle ages with ignorant people and backward society, even in the 21st century with the rapid economic development and the dawn of people's wisdom, war is inevitable.
As long as there is a struggle for interests, there will be war. Rather than saying that war is a continuation of politics, it is better to say that interests are the origin of war.
Peace never appears without reason, let alone from anyone.
If we want to end this human tragedy of losing our loved ones, we can only continue to fight generation after generation until we use our mighty military power to create a peaceful and prosperous age!
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Wanggou Village is a small village at the southern foot of Lishan Mountain. It was also under the rule of Xinfeng. There are only a dozen families in the whole village, living in a low-lying valley in the mountains. The only connection with the outside world is a sheep intestine.
Similar to the mountain road, the mountain was blocked by heavy snow at this time, and Wanggou Village became an isolated place.
If it were placed in future generations, such a place would be the favorite place for those "travel friends". They would climb mountains and wade here, prepare enough daily necessities, and then quietly enjoy an isolated and carefree life, without network or signal.
It's like entering another simple and primitive world, which is very interesting.
However, in this era, being isolated from the world means huge difficulties.
Maybe they are hungry because of insufficient food reserves, maybe they have a disease that cannot be cured, maybe because of a snowstorm that has caused the entire village to be buried under thick snow, but no one knows...
Early in the morning, smoke continued to rise from the chimneys of every household in the village. Some of the low houses had collapsed under the weight of snow. Neighbors rushed over to help. If they could not be repaired before sunset,
That night, I had to stay at a neighbor's house. But every house was a low-rise and dilapidated house. Where could I find room to accommodate others?
The cultivated land in the village is scarce, and most of it is hard land on hillside with extremely low yields. It does not produce much food all year round, but it still has to bear various taxes and miscellaneous taxes, which is an extremely heavy burden.
In this case, serving as a soldier is the best way out.
All the men in the village from the age of sixteen to fifty were recruited to serve as soldiers in various guards. Not only could they reduce the burden on their families and reduce their taxes, but if they killed the enemy with meritorious service and accumulated enough merit to become an officer, they would become an officer.
God's eyes are open.
It's a pity that it is really difficult for a small soldier to accumulate enough military merits in the battle formation.
Wang Dagen has three sons in his family. Except for the eldest son, who is serving as a soldier in Zuowei Camp, the other two are young and help with farm work at home. They will also follow the path of the eldest son after they reach adulthood in two years.
The sun has not yet risen, and the valley where Wanggou Village is located is very cold and covered with snow. A group of soldiers entered the village along the path that looked like sheep intestines.
The isolated small village usually had no visitors, so as soon as this group of soldiers appeared, they were noticed by the villagers. It was like a stone dropped on the calm river, and the quiet village suddenly came alive.
A group of people came to the door of a farmer's house in the east of the village and shouted loudly: "Wang Dagen! Wang Dagen! Come out quickly!"
The old door panel squeaked open from the inside. Wang Dagen muttered that he didn't know who came to the door so early in the morning. His two sons had gone to help the neighbor repair the collapsed house, and he didn't know.
What else is going on?
Waiting for the door to be pushed open, Wang Dagen was stunned for a moment when he saw a group of soldiers with bright armor in front of him. Then his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he eagerly searched the group of soldiers, but did not find his own soldiers.
Lang, suddenly looked at the middle-aged man in cloth and leather jacket in front with some disappointment: "Li Zheng, isn't this my Da Lang's army?"
Li Zheng was silent for a moment and did not answer Wang Dagen's question. He just sighed softly, turned to Fang Jun at the front of the queue and said, "Master Hou, this is Wang Dagen, Wang Renjie's father."
Fang Jun took a deep breath, immediately knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "A certain person is Fang Jun, who was granted the title of Marquis of Xinxiang and the admiral of the Shenji Camp. This time he led the army to the west to show off its power outside the territory. Your son, Wang Renjie, is the commander of the Shenji Camp Squadron.
Unfortunately, Wang Renjie was killed during a sniper attack on Turkic wolf cavalry on the bank of Puchang Sea. However, Wang Renjie charged into the battle with unparalleled courage. He was killed eight levels in the battle, and was promoted to captain of the Shenji Battalion. His Majesty granted him a hundred coins.
Five pieces of silk, Yin Meng, one person, is appointed as the school captain. This is a great honor."
After saying that, he took the jar containing the ashes from the hands of his own soldiers, raised his hands in salute, and raised it high above his head.
Wang Dagen felt a bulge in his throat and was completely sluggish.
When he first heard that this was a marquis, he was so frightened that his legs almost gave out and he knelt on the ground. This was a marquis. The biggest official Wang Dagen had ever seen was the civil science clerk who collected taxes in the yamen. This was so bad.
How many levels have you reached?
But when he heard what Fang Jun said behind him, he couldn't believe his ears.
Dalang...died in battle?
Two lines of turbid tears burst out of Wang Dagen's eye sockets in an instant.
Even if he had already prepared in his heart, as a soldier, he would have to go into battle and kill the enemy, and he would have to flee to another country when he was unlucky. But when things happened, the heart-wrenching sadness still made this person just feel sad.
The simple old man who returned from the army was in grief.
How can a white man treat a black man indifferently after experiencing life and death?
It's just this jar...
Wang Dagen stretched out his hand to the jar tremblingly, and looked at Fang Jun suspiciously. Could it be that in this jar...
Fang Jun said in a deep voice: "I am incompetent. I took the brothers out, but failed to bring them back alive. I am ashamed of the brothers, and even more ashamed of your family members. But how can I have the heart to abandon the brothers?
In the corpse wilderness, the soul cannot return home? All the brothers in the Shenji Battalion are registered and cremated after they are killed in action. Even if there are many difficulties, we living people must take the ashes of our brothers back to our hometown and hand them over to our hometown.
Relatives, these are the ashes of Brother Renjie!"