Shen Tang, Liu Xiangling, the iron-blooded traitor in the Southern Song Dynasty Chapter 1343: Drinking sick wine before the grave, would rather die than mourn
Chapter 1343: Drinking sick wine before the grave, would rather die than mourn
Chapter 1343: Drinking sick wine in front of the grave, would rather die than mourn
Today, Wu Lin refused Zhang Jun's company and refused to be followed by his personal guards. She was carrying a jar of wine alone and wearing a plain robe. She looked no different from an old man in the countryside!
He leaned on a grave mound casually, just as casually as he would on a chair at a brother's house!
As for fear, Wu Lin really has no such emotion at the moment! There is a saying that goes well, I used to be afraid of ghosts, but if it is a relative who dies one day, I really hope there are ghosts.
Just like Wu Lin now, he really hopes that these bastards will come out one by one and beg for drinks with their playful faces again!
The lid of the wine jar was opened, and the aroma of wine filled his nostrils! This was not a famous wine, but it had an extraordinary origin! This was given to Wu Lin by a commoner from Lizhou when the army was sent out!
This family had fled to Lizhou from Fengxiang Prefecture, and their financial resources were not well-off. However, when he saw the army marching north, he was willing to take out the only jar of fine wine to reward the army! Why not?
In addition, these soldiers heading north are searching for the forgotten way home. They are worth it!
It is said that this wine has been buried for more than ten years. It is a good wine, and Wu Lin has been reluctant to part with it. Even when Zhang Jun came, he was not willing to drink it!
But today, he took it out.
There was no need for a wine bowl. Wu Lin raised the wine jar to his mouth and took a careful sip. As expected, the aroma was long-lasting and the taste was mellow! He smacked his lips with some aftertaste and looked at the tombs in front of him one by one.
These tombs are neatly arranged, just like they were when they went out for war. If you don't pay attention, they look like an army ready to go!
Of course, there are tens of thousands of grave mounds where no stone tablet can be erected. However, in front of each grave mound, there are thick square logs inserted. On the square logs, the names and place of origin of the people buried in the grave mound are engraved!
People in the Central Plains are very particular about returning fallen leaves to their roots. At least with this name and place of origin, if you have the chance, you can go back and take a look, so as not to become an unknown wild ghost!
The words on the square wood were red, like blood, which made Wu Lin frown a little! At first, he only wanted the red color to be dazzling, and wanted these bastards to be more glorious when they died, but now it seems that they have miscalculated!
Wu Lin did not speak, but he would pause for a moment when his eyes fell on each wooden stake! There were memories and stories... This was a moment that belonged to him alone!
Wu Lin is a caring person, and the elites of Lizhou are his treasures. He not only remembers the name of every general and every personal guard, he even remembers the names of many ordinary soldiers clearly!
Looking at the names, Wu Lin shook his head speechlessly. These guys really had no education. They were all either leftovers or second-rate losers. It’s no wonder that he remembered them!
Taking another sip of wine, a few drops of wine spilled! Wu Lin frowned a little regretfully. The aging wine of more than ten years is rare. After drinking it this time, I don’t know when I will be able to drink it next time! Carefully stroke it
After stroking his long beard, the wine dripped down and quickly seeped into the soil.
Wu Lin was instantly happy. These bastards are already dead and are still trying to grab a drink from me?
This is so courageous! However, even if I want to kick him, I have no chance now, forget it... I am in a good mood today, so I just don’t care about these bastards!
"Zhang Shuai!"
Hundreds of feet away behind Wu Lin, Zhang Jun stood silently, looking at his old friend from a distance! Behind him, all the generals in the Lizhou army were there. They looked worried at Wu Lin, who was drinking alone.
I couldn't help but speak.
"Commander Wu Lin's injury is just a little bit better. Isn't there something wrong with drinking like this?"
A general gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with pain and depression.
Zhang Jun hesitated, with a complicated look on his face! Wu Lin's injuries were indeed much better, but how to heal the trauma in his heart?
For Wu Lin, this was not just a defeat, but the shattering of dreams and hopes! It was the powerlessness of being ashamed of the court and of his brothers!
Although Wu Lin had already woken up when she was in Beidi, Wu Lin hardly spoke. Even when she was facing Zhang Jun, she was in a daze most of the time!
Zhang Jun can clearly see the deathly silence and calmness in Wu Lin's eyes!
Death is terrible, but for Wu Lin now, it is a destination!
"call!"
Zhang Jun sighed. He was also a veteran. Although he and Wu Lin had different personalities, he could understand Wu Lin's mood and thoughts, "Tang Qing, is this what you want..."
To this day, Zhang Jun still clearly remembers what Wu Lin said before, "This battle can fail. If my remaining life can make more people remember that there are still people fighting for this homeland, then it will be worth it!"
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"Is it worth it?"
Zhang Jun asked himself, but also gave an agreeable answer!
Among the past dynasties, the Song Dynasty is not a powerful era. Even calling it a stain is not an exaggeration. However, there have been outstanding people in the Central Plains, but the Song Dynasty is not weaker than at any time! They are
Regardless of their beliefs, ideals, or even merits and official ranks, there are still people who are silent contributors to this land.
Maybe the methods are different, maybe their methods are wrong, but such people still deserve respect and admiration!
Sometimes, right and wrong may not be that important, or in other words, right and wrong are not clear at all, but some things must be done by someone. This is responsibility and destiny!
Just like in that confused era in later generations, how many people were thinking about what kind of path the Central Plains should take?
How many people are trying?
How many people are sacrificing and dying?
Some people take the wrong path, but they are equally great!
Wu Lin drank the wine carefully and slowly, taking sips. Unknowingly, her vision was somewhat blurred. These dead graves suddenly came to life and turned into individual figures...
"Commander, I am Xiao Liuzi, I lead the horse for the commander!"
"Commander, have you forgotten?
I am Feng Wu, and when I get to the battlefield, I will follow the commander to my death!"
"Commander, I am Sanwa. Let's enjoy some wine..."
Wu Lin's face was filled with a smile, she drank one mouthful at a time and cursed at another!
At some point, the wine was gone and the wine jar fell to pieces. Wu Lin fell asleep leaning on the grave!
In confusion, he heard that ancient war song...
"That year, a hundred thousand soldiers came out of the Jade Gate, with flags flying..."
"The whole army is in high spirits.
Wolf smoke billows across the sky and earth, and heavy snow falls all over bows and knives..."
"The Qiang flute does not complain about the willows, but the war drum still urges the men and horses to howl.
Under the moon, the fighting is like running water, and the sunset dyes the shirt red..."
"Who's to say that the general's hair will turn gray when he looks at the mirror?
How many times have I heard the border flute in my dreams..."