Chapter 403: Poor Wuding Riverside Bone
The camp of Shenji Camp on the bank of 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 gate in the west of the city.
When Fang Jun rushed outside the Jinguang Gate, he happened to catch up with the Shenji Camp in the distance coming through the snow. There was a huge crowd of family members who had been waiting outside the city gate, waiting eagerly. When the Shenji camp arrived, 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 when the Shenji Battalion arrived, but he didn't care.
That is, not returning to the camp to assemble, it means that you are still in the army at this time, and soldiers are not allowed to return home without authorization, otherwise they will violate military discipline and will be severely punished. However, not being allowed to go home does not mean that you cannot talk to your family members. Some family members found their relatives in the queue of Shenji Camp and shouted happily. The soldiers whose names were called would also smile happily and wave to their families. Indicate your own health. These actions often trigger a burst of cheers from the public, and the mood is very lively.
However, when there is success, there will be frustration.
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 looked forward anxiously. , although they felt in their hearts that the worst 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, these people who 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 loved ones, crying some sad words, and feeling grief-stricken.
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.
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 a foreign land...
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, when the people were ignorant and the society was backward, even in the 21st century, when the economy has taken off and people's wisdom has opened up, war is inevitable.
As long as there are competing 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 is 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 mountain road that looks like a sheep's intestine. At this time, the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and Wanggou Village has become an isolated place.
If we put it in future generations, this kind of 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 the freedom and freedom of isolation from the world. There is no network or signal. It's like coming to another simple and primitive world, which is very interesting.
However, in this era, isolation means great difficulties.
Maybe they are hungry because of insufficient food storage, 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 began to rise from the chimneys of every house in the village. Some of the low houses had collapsed due to the weight of snow. Neighbors rushed over to help. If they could not be repaired before sunset, This night I had to stay at a neighbor's house. But every house is a low-rise and dilapidated house. Where is there room for others?
The cultivated land in the village is scarce, and most of it is hard land on hillside with extremely low yield. It cannot 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 it reduce the burden on the family and reduce taxes, but if they killed the enemy with meritorious service and accumulated enough merit to become an officer, they would be old. God's eyes are opened.
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's 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, not knowing who came to the door so early in the morning. Both sons went 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 lightly, turned to Fang Jun in 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: "This 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. rate, on the bank of Puchang Sea, sniper the Turkic wolf cavalry During the battle, Wang Renjie was unfortunately killed. However, Wang Renjie charged into the battle with unparalleled courage. He was beheaded at the eighth level in the battle. After his merits, he was promoted to the captain of the Shenji Camp. His Majesty gave him one hundred guan of money and five bolts of silk. Yin Meng was given the post of captain. , hereby express my gratitude.”
After saying this, the soldier behind him took the jar containing the ashes from his hands, raised his hands in salute, and raised it high above his head.
Wang Dagen felt a lump 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 is the Marquis. The biggest official Wang Dagen has ever seen is the civil science clerk who collects taxes in the yamen. How many levels does this have to be?
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 you are prepared in advance, if you want to serve as a soldier and eat food, you have to go into battle to kill the enemy. You never know when you are unlucky and you have to flee. But when the incident came to an end, the heart-wrenching sadness still made this simple old man who had just returned from the imperial army miserable.
How can a white-haired person give a black-haired person a gift, and then go through life and death indifferently?
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? After the brothers were killed in battle, they were registered and cremated. Even if there are many difficulties, we living people must take the ashes of our brothers back to our hometown and give them to our relatives. These are the ashes of Brother Renjie! "(End of Chapter)