I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Zeng Dalong only felt distressed.

In my hometown in Hunan, how many kitchen knives have to be sharpened with such a good iron!

Now it is actually used to bombard people.

What a waste of money!

These barbarians, especially the one named Agubo, are going to die anyway, so why can't they take the initiative to accept Ling Chi from the Ming masters?

I heard that it is because of him that the masters of Ming Dynasty have been under a lot of pressure recently, and they have to practice their knife skills every day, so the mutton in everyone's mutton soup and rice is getting thinner and thinner!

Zeng Dalong shook his head, there was one more reason why that damned pseudo-Hongfu Khanate had to be eliminated.

He threw the scrap steel pipe aside and continued to move forward.

After a while, Daming will open an arsenal in Lanzhou, and someone will recycle these scrap iron and steel.

Don't worry about it now.

……

When Zeng Dalong arrived, the square was already full of people.

According to the crew, he found a seat and sat down. Zeng Dalong found that there was a particularly tall guy in the first row who was in the way.

Not only did he sit there blocking his view, but his shiny head was also reflective.

Zeng Dalong was just about to roll up his sleeves and go forward to have a talk with this friend, but he was pulled back by his companion.

"You don't want to die! That's the father-in-law!"

Zeng Dalong took a closer look, then slapped his forehead, "That's right, it's so tall and so bright, who else could it be if it wasn't the father-in-law!"

Not to mention the honorable status of the empress's biological father, Marshal Zuo's righteous brother Jinlan, even his heroic demeanor of entering the city with a heavy cannon that day was enough to make Zeng Dalong stand in awe.

Of course, there's nothing you can do if you don't show respect. I'm afraid he will open a sauce shop if he hits his head with a big fist.

"Why did the father-in-law come to our camp? Isn't he the camp commander who boarded the camp first?" Zeng Dalong asked curiously.

"I heard it's not just our battalion..."

The companion looked around and said in a low voice, "The father-in-law follows every battalion to watch it. He goes wherever the screening team goes. It seems that he can never get tired of watching it. I guess it should be that the empress has a role in the movie... ..."

……

He guessed wrong.

Although the beginning of spring has passed, the night in Dihua still arrives very early.

Bao Tie'an held a loudspeaker and asked everyone to keep quiet, the movie was about to start.

With a "pop", a beam of light penetrated the night and hit the white curtain.

Hu Dalong stared nervously at the screen, wanting to know if he could watch the "National Hero Zhu Chenggong" that was so hyped up by his comrades.

But soon Hu Dalong knew it wasn't that movie.

Because what appeared on the screen was not Fujian, Japan Island, or Taiwan with abundant water and grass.

What appeared on the screen was a desert, a stretch of desert.

The scene of the desert was taken from the Great Salt Lake, but the soldiers of Western Chu in Dihua immediately associated the images on the screen with the vast desert of the Western Regions.

There is no narration voice.

Only the whirring of the wind.

It was exactly the same as what they heard outside on weekdays.

In the picture, the wind and sand gradually stopped.

A falcon glides across the sky.

The camera zoomed down, and a broken banner and a spear appeared in the sea of ​​sand, half buried under the sand.

On the broken flag, Chinese characters and Hu people's writing can be vaguely seen.

This familiar yet unfamiliar scene appeared in front of these Western Chu soldiers, making each of them hold their breath.

At this time, a ragged, mischievous refugee sneaked over.

He is like a lowly mouse, crouching around, groping for goods from dead soldiers.

Suddenly, a large amount of Han-made copper coins rolled out of a sack.

This made him overjoyed.

Just as he was greedily stuffing copper coins into his pocket, a white-haired veteran who was about the same age as Bao Tie'an suddenly opened his eyes...

……

That's right, the movie shown in Dihua City this time is not any movie that has been shown in the past, but a new movie made by Xinqin Film Factory based on the script provided by His Majesty the Emperor - "The Last Transfer in Mobei of the Tang Dynasty" ".

This movie, or a commercial short film, is the best commercial short film Zhu Fugui has seen before, and it may not be an exaggeration to say that it is the best historical film.

When he came out, he was a young man in the iron army, and he was already a pulsatilla when he died in battle.

42 years of guarding the Western Regions, when will I see Chang'an City again.

Tang Dezong Zhenyuan six years AD 790.

At this time, 30 years have passed since the Anshi Rebellion.

In the disaster that completely changed the trend of Chinese civilization, the main force of Tang Anxi's Protectorate followed the order and returned to the court to suppress the rebellion.

When they went out, they made an agreement with the thousands of young soldiers who stayed behind that they would return to the Western Regions when the rebels were wiped out.

However, this farewell is forever.

Surrounding these young soldiers were dozens and hundreds of times the Uyghur and Tubo troops.

With the fall of Beiting Protectorate's Mansion, the connection between the remnants of the Western Regions and the Central Plains was completely severed.

As time passed, no one in Chang'an City knew that in the vast desert, there were still two cities of Qiuci and Xizhou where the banner of the Tang Army was still erected.

The story happened when the Tang army in the two cities transferred military supplies.

The escorted troops encountered the enemy halfway and died together with the enemy.

The only one who survived was a white-haired veteran who was nearly 30 years old and had been in the Western Regions for [-] years.

He subdued the refugee and asked him to transport military supplies to Kucha together.

Along the way, the two of them crossed the vast desert with one horse.

Whether it is the harsh weather or the Hu Bing that may appear at any time, this long journey is full of danger and various variables.

A white-haired veteran, a dull old horse, and a refugee who doesn't know what loyalty is.

Their shadows were blurred in the rising heat of the desert.

This is a hopeless path.

Not because of thousands of miles of yellow sand, not because of difficulties and obstacles.

It's because of the veteran's gray hair, and because behind him, the once extremely powerful motherland is no longer there.

Along the way, the refugee thought about escaping all the time, and even killed people to seize goods.

But in the end, when hundreds of white-haired veterans, wearing rusty iron armor, lined up in a long winding dragon, singing the ancient war song "Qin Feng Wuyi", he finally understood.

He finally understands what a Han is and what the Han blood in him means.

With tears in his eyes, he sang together in an ugly voice, "Is it called Wuyi? I am in the same robe with my son. The king Yu Xingshi, repair my spear. I have the same hatred with my son! Is it called Wuyi? I have the same lust as my son. The king Master Yu Xing, repair my spear and halberd. Work together with your son!"

He became one of these gray-haired veterans.

Then 12 years later, together with these white-haired old men, they died generously and were submerged in the waves of Hu Bing.

At this point, the Anxi Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty was completely destroyed.

In the next thousand years, although there was a short-lived revival of the Guiyi Army and Minghamiwei, the Western Regions, the homeland of the Han and Tang Dynasties, were never completely controlled by the Han men.

A lonely city thousands of miles away is full of white-haired soldiers.

Chapter 554 Simple Beauty

The camp in the north of Dihua City.

The cold wind from Siberia slapped on the gap in the city wall, making a whimpering sound.

Under the city wall, hundreds of people were silent, only the sound of rapid breathing, the rustling of old-fashioned tape recorders and the sound of chanting.

Whether it is the military instructor appointed by the Royal Army of the Ming Dynasty, or the sons of Xiangqin in Western Chu, or even some of the original Zhenglan Banner bannermen who successfully retired the flag and devoted themselves to the great cause of anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty, all sat quietly on the small horses. .

On the screen, the white-haired old soldiers sang calmly, and the banners and flags of the Han army that had been washed white were fluttering.

I don't know who opened the voice, probably a Shaanxi soldier who loves to eat authentic old Qin noodles from Jieyang, who was the first to shout along with the old soldiers in the play.

"Would you say no clothes? Same robes with you! Don't you say no clothes? Same color as you! Don't you say no clothes? Same clothes as you!"

A second, a third, and soon the entire barracks joined in.

At this moment, Hunan soldiers from the land of Hunan and Chu, who have loved and hated the old Qin people for thousands of years, sang together.

Although out of tune, although they are surrounded by Qin opera, they all contain tears.

At this time, the screen gradually darkened.

The singing gradually died down.

Vaguely, it seems to be able to hear the sound of gold and iron fading away, and it seems to be able to see that the white flag of the Han army is slowly falling down after all.

Just when everyone finally couldn't help it and tears flowed down, the screen suddenly brightened...

……

Zhu Fugui is willing to give 99 points to this China UnionPay advertisement.

The only regret is that it is too short.

It's just a little bit long, to be honest, what can I do?

As the Son of Heaven, Zhu Fugui naturally cannot be short.

It is necessary to make full use of the consistent and unremitting policy of the new Qinhuangdao Royal Films to continue all tragic stories.

After all, when His Majesty Fugui came down, China would rise, and when His Majesty Fugui came down, there would be a blue sky!

In Zhu Fugui's view, the beauty of death, withered like cherry blossoms, is liked and admired only by failed nations with no hope, no future, and no heart.

If not, the so-called beauty of death will turn into a thing of the underworld.

Chinese people must pay attention to prosperity and vigor, even in elegiac songs, they must look up to the sky and laugh, without losing the hope in their hearts.

At the end of "National Hero Zhu Chenggong", with blood in his mouth, Zhu Chenggong crawled on the "Daming Universe Map" and mourned, "The sky is so thin, why is it weaker than me".

But then, the picture went dark, and when it came back on again, it was a picture of a baby with a nickname and wealth in a well-to-do family at the foot of Yandang Mountain.

This represents a kind of inheritance, a kind of hope.

The same is true in the screening of "The Last Transfer of Mobei in the Tang Dynasty".

"That's... that's Marshal Zuo!?"

Zeng Dalong couldn't help but jumped up from the Mazha.

But no one blamed him, because at this time there were no soldiers sitting properly, and everyone stood up, stood on tiptoe, stood on the horse and looked forward desperately.

"Look at that, that's me, the one with the crooked hat is me!"

"Hey, that's me, this high and low shoulder looks like my old Zhang!"

"The wood is there too? Didn't the wood have his head chopped off by Maozi's saber?"

"Idiot, this is the video, this is the video of our swearing-in to the Western Regions in Zhangye County!"

"Did you forget? Didn't there often be a group of Ming masters called war reporters and military reporters, busy with cameras? These videos were taken by them! That's great, Mu Mu's mother can still look at Mu Mu in the future It's..."

"Ah? It turns out that those masters of Ming are not carrying iron cannons on their shoulders! I was scared to urinate once with such a thick iron cannon..."

……

It is not the first time that Monk Zhixin has seen these pictures.

But no matter how many times, he never gets tired of watching it.