"Zhao Xing, we two finally survived again this time." Chang An said to Zhao Xing. They were brothers and sisters who were also transferred to the Yongming left guard. Zhao Xing was the deputy of Qianhu at this time, and Chang An was the deputy of Baihu.
There is only one level difference between them and they are acquaintances, so we can talk more casually.
The two of them had already returned to the camp from the battlefield and were lying on the bed comfortably, but Chang An still felt lingering fear.
Logically speaking, under normal circumstances, generals are not easy to die, but this war with the Xilu is different. A guard in the Ming Dynasty usually only has five or six thousand people. In this kind of war with hundreds of thousands of people, even the commanders
They may become cannon fodder. As Qianbai households, they are not much different from ordinary soldiers. They are all cannon fodder.
"Fortunately, this is just a test. If the first battle is a melee with Xilu, and our guards take the lead, half of them will die, and the two of us may die," Chang An continued.
"Stop talking about this," Zhao Xing shouted feebly, "I finally got off the battlefield, and you are still talking about this."
Chang An wanted to say more, but he heard the shouts from outside the tent from Zhu Suohai, a fellow commander, asking if anyone wanted to go to the Dharma ceremony for the comrades who died in the battle. He breathed out and said: "Zhao Xing, I want to go
I’m going to see the meeting. I’m almost bored to death from staying in the military camp all day. Are you going?”
"Go and watch the Dharma conference to adjust things." Zhao Xing agreed and stayed on the bed for a while. He got up and put on his coat and took Chang An to follow Zhu Suohai to the camp where the monks were.
But as soon as he left the camp, a light rain began to fall from the sky. Chang An secretly thought it was bad luck, but he did not want to go back. It was too difficult to relieve boredom in the military camp, and it was worth it even if it rained. Besides, the weather was so hot, and it didn't feel cold at all even if it rained.
It was like taking a shower. He even took off his shirt and held it in his hands, letting the rainwater pour on him.
After a while, they arrived at the camp where the monks were. Chang An was just trying to choose a suitable place when he saw that many people were already crowded in the camp.
"Where did all these birdmen come from?" he said.
"They must be Koreans. Today it is said that Koreans also went into battle to fight against the Xilu." Zhao Xing said.
"North Korean sticks," Chang An took a closer look. They were indeed wearing Korean-style military uniforms: "Damn it, a few Korean sticks dared to come so early and occupied all the good places in advance." He turned around and greeted: "Brother.
We, push these North Korean sticks aside!"
Everyone agreed and rushed over. Although there were some Koreans in the Yongming left guard, they did not regard the people sitting below as their comrades at this time. They rushed over and shouted a few words in Chinese before taking action.
Pull people.
These Koreans were staying well below, but suddenly a group of people rushed over to ask them to get out of the way, and even cursed. Some of them had just died in the battle, and now they felt uncomfortable. They suddenly became angry and started fighting with the soldiers of Yongming Left Guard.
The pushing and shoving started and soon turned into a group fight.
Zhu Suohai immediately began to dissuade him. If a fire breaks out and kills a few, he will not be able to eat and walk away. The North Korean commander Li Mingfang on the opposite side also tried his best to dissuade them, and finally succeeded in stopping them before the military police came.
"Chang An, you kid causes trouble wherever you go, get back here! And the rest of you, get the hell back and reflect! If you let me know that you are fighting and causing trouble in the military camp again, I will give you eighty military sticks and you will not be allowed to sleep on the bed.
My surname will not be Zhu after I have been lying in bed for three months!" After finally coaxing the military police away, Zhu Suohai immediately reprimanded the person who had just taken the lead in the fight.
"Tongzhi, they..." Before Chang An could finish his words, Zhu Suohai yelled back: "Shut the hell up! It makes sense to take the lead in the fight!"
"I know you all feel bad, but these soldiers from North Korea just shed their blood and died for the Ming Dynasty. You feel bad when you see Paoze die in battle, and they feel better! Even if you see them occupying all the good places, you will feel bad.
Are you happy, pretending that I don’t exist? pretending that I can’t see? I was about to go up to discuss with Li Mingfang, but before I even said a few words, you started fighting, what the hell!”
Zhu Suohai was really anxious. Because he was a Jurchen, although His Highness King Yong, the Prime Minister Xu Zengshou Li Qing, Qin Sen and others all treated him equally, he still felt that he
He is a little lower than the real Han people, and he usually does not severely reprimand the Han soldiers under his command.
But today is different. Both sides are not happy today because both of them died in battle. It is easy to get really angry in a fight. If you are not careful, you may be seriously injured or even kill a few people. Although there are occasional fights in the army these days, there are still some.
No one was seriously injured or killed. If he started from here, his future would probably be over.
Chang An saw him so angry and knew that today's incident was a bit of a fight, so he suddenly became scared. He was not worried about being beaten with a military stick, but worried about being kicked out of his official position. His hometown is in the capital, and his old father is still in the capital.
I have always wanted to accumulate merit and go back, or to bring all my family members to Yongming City when I become an official. If the hundreds of households that were finally defeated in the war are captured, it will not be easy to accumulate merit again.
So after that, Chang An stood there with his head bowed and listened to Zhu Suohai's scolding.
Zhu Suohai cursed for a long time, until it was dark, and the monks who had just been affected arranged the ritual tools and began to save the souls of the dead, he stopped and said to Zhao Xing: "You are here
They go back! Tell Brother Qin exactly what happened and see how he handles it."
"Yes, Zhu Tongzhi." Zhao Xing saw that his face was not good-looking, so he agreed with his formal address, and then escorted Chang An and others back to his army camp.
Zhu Suohai held some rainwater in his hands and took a few sips to moisten his throat. He turned around and walked to Li Mingfang, the deputy commander of the Korean army, and said: "I am not good at disciplining my subordinates. I can't help Commander Li." Yongfan and
North Korea borders on the border, and there will be diplomatic activities from time to time. Li Mingfang has been to Yongming City several times, so they know each other.
"It doesn't matter. I also understand that all the soldiers died in battle today, and I feel bad." Li Mingfang said.
"Thank you, Commander Li, for your understanding. But the reason for this is that your department has occupied all the good places. I think since people on both sides have died in the battle, and the ceremony is also held for the soldiers who died in the battle on both sides, it is better to have half a place to watch.
." Zhu Suohai said again.
Of course, Li Mingfang was unwilling to give up half of the place, but it was impossible not to give up at the moment. He could only agree, turned around and ordered his soldiers to give up half of the place.
When Zhu Suohai arrived, he thanked him and asked his soldiers to come and sit down. He also asked the monk for some rain-proof things and straightened the wood to block the rain above the soldiers' heads, and began to watch the ritual.