Chapter 344: Breaking willows in Baqiao
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.
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 and exits the Yao and Tong Passes from the west and east must pass through here.
The drizzle continued for three days. On both sides of Baqiao, embankments were built for five miles and thousands of willows were planted. The ancient willows were whirling, the new willows were green, and the green clouds hung over the wild fields. In the breeze and drizzle, the willow threads are like smoke and mist. The soldiers crossing the bridge here are rubbing their shoulders, which is 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 and looked at the crowd in front of him, wiped the rain from his face, and heard someone calling his name.
Turning around, he saw Li Siwen, Cheng Bi Chief Sun Huan and others standing under the willow tree on the bank, waving to him.
Fang Jun told his soldiers to go ahead 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 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 odds with each other.
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 talked to others about Li Ji's status as a "reduced general", which was quite disdainful. 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 Jiaohe Road March 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? Naturally, 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, you guys are interested!"
Changsun Huan waved his hand and said: "Qu Tuquan was also going to come, but Hou Junji went out with the left guard, so the right guard took over the defense of the capital. The assassin boy was strictly guarding the barracks under the military order. Let us say Sorry.”
"We are all brothers, why are we so polite? Fang Er will always remember the deep friendship between you. From now on, we will put loyalty first and pledge ourselves to each other..."
"Get out of here!" Several people were almost disgusted by Fang Jun. Even with your black face, Mr. Rabbit doesn't care...
Cheng Chubi sighed and looked enviously at Fang Jun, who was wearing a helmet and armor.
Fang Jun quickly waved his hand: "Just forget it!"
When Fang Jun went to the battlefield, he was more motivated to gain merit. If there was danger, he would definitely avoid it, but Cheng Chubi was different. He only wanted to charge into the battlefield and cut off the heads of several enemies...
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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 Gaochang Kingdom, across thousands of mountains and deserts. I hope you will take good care of me all the way. When you get to the battlefield, I will cut off a few more heads of barbarians for my brothers and show my heroic glory as an athlete in Guanzhong!"
"That's right!" Changsun Huan answered: "Let those barbarians who don't know how to die tremble completely, and see who dares to violate the Yang of the Tang Dynasty again!"
Fang Jun was speechless. He never noticed that these young angry young people were still hot-blooded...
At this time, there was a burst of singing in the distance. The singing was not loud at first. 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 sang 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 did they feel when they looked back...
Fang Jun actually didn't take this western expedition seriously. In his opinion, the straight-line distance between Chang'an and Gaochang was only more than 2,000 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 he set out from Chang'an to Qingzhou last winter and traveled along the post road for more than half a month. Going to Gaochang State, not only the mountains and rivers are high, but the transportation is even more inconvenient. I have to trek on two feet. Just walking can be tiring...
When I went out, it was spring, and the poplars and willows were fluttering, but when I came back, it was already winter with rain and snow.
The wife and children are looking forward to each other at home, and the lover is waiting for her in her hometown. Thousands of miles apart, the two places miss each other. There is a person walking alone in the heavy snow, but he also knows that there is a light on in the distance. That is where all hope lies, the motivation to live.
For Yangliu Yiyi, I can endure the rain and snow...
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!”
"Cherish it!"
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. Changsun Chong, who was dressed in armor, was saluting Changsun 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 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 Light 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 rain suppressed the dust that rose up, so that the dust was not lingering. However, people and horses trampled on the ground and made ruts, which made the ground full of mud and pits. If you were not careful, you would get splashed with mud and water.
As soon as Fang Jun arrived at the Shenji Camp, he was informed 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 didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he hurriedly asked the commander Ming in the direction of his 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 populated by people, but also by flattery ordnance, food, grass and baggage, which are piled up like mountains and causing chaos for miles around.
All the way to find the commander's tent, 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."
Fang Jun's name is not only spread among the rich and powerful, but also has a certain reputation among the military. In particular, the 500 Shenji Battalion defeated more than a thousand soldiers of the Youtun Camp to a pulp, and it was even said from word to mouth that they were amazed.
When they saw 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 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 darker and 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. (End of chapter)