full of mountains and rivers

Have you ever seen a scene where blood flows into rivers, corpses are everywhere, and the world is moved by it?

Have you ever seen a scene where the wind blows up the sand, pulls up a tree, and cannot be seen within ten steps?

Have you ever seen a man returning to camp with his battle armor torn apart, his blue clothes stained with blood, and a broken sword as a stick?

"Zeng, engraved in my heart, dare not forget."

In the private room of the tea house, the man in the black robe murmured these words.

The storyteller tried his best to tell a bloody and stormy war so vividly that it made people dazzled, as if he was in the midst of war and chaos, and he could still feel the warmth of blood splashing on his face.

And those who really came out of that war alive will know that no matter how good the storyteller is, no matter how superb his skills are, it is not enough to show one ten-thousandth of the scene at that time.

"The great general who protects the country is brave and mighty. He rode his horse through the mountains of knives and arrows, and rushed to the enemy's leader. He raised his knife and fell, beheading the enemy's head! At this moment, the situation suddenly changed, and I saw The flank of our army was suddenly attacked! The leader is the rebellious tribal leader! Look again, the general! What I have in my hand is the head of an unknown soldier!! The formation was chaotic for a while, and the casualties were heavy! If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the next chapter break down!"

"Tch——" The excited audience couldn't help booing, but they couldn't help but applaud.

After the crowd dispersed, the bustling teahouse became quiet again.The man in the private room sat where he was, sipping the already cold bitter tea.

"Young master, the shop is about to close, look..."

A piece of silver was placed on the table, and the man asked with a gentle smile: "I have something to ask your husband, may I?"

Xiao Er stretched out his hand to hold the silver in his hand, put it to his mouth and blew it, and when he heard the echo, he smiled obsequiously, bowed his head and said: "Ke Ke Ke, wait a moment, the little one will call you go!"

"That would be troublesome."

Not a moment later, the storyteller was pushed and pushed into the door by Xiao Er, with dissatisfaction on his face, he glanced at the man arrogantly: "I don't know what's the matter, sir?"

"I just listened to your story, and there are some things I don't understand. I hope you can give me some pointers." After finishing speaking, another ingot of silver was placed.

The storyteller's eyes drifted to the silver on the table, coughed, sat opposite the man, and said with a learned posture, "Young master, please."

"I don't know who is the general in the story just now?"

"Naturally, it is Shen Cong, the great general who protects the country personally appointed by the Holy Majesty!"

"Then is this general still in the frontier?"

After the storyteller was stunned for a moment, his expression became unconcealably sad, and after a while, he said: "Heaven is jealous of talents... General Shen... is long gone."

"Why, how come? Didn't you say that he is a famous general who has won every battle?"

"Young Master, I don't know... It is true that General Shen won the last battle he fought. But at that time, the blood almost stained the sky! General... He didn't come back, and he lay down with the glory of invincibility. In the Northern Wilderness."

The man's expression gradually became gloomy following the phrase "lying in the Northern Wilderness". He put on the hood, hiding his expression in a shadow.He got up, carried the burden on his back, coughed twice uncontrollably before speaking, his voice was full of exhaustion and hoarseness: "Thank you, sir."

The storyteller stuffed the money into his chest, handed over his hand to see off the guests, and took care of Xiao Er to clean up the table.After the man walked away, he shook his head and said, "Young man, you are not steady, you can spill a whole table with a cup of tea, hey, tidy up soon, and wait for the next shift to start!"

"Master, this doesn't seem to be tea..." Xiao Er looked at the red color on the cloth in his hand, and gasped, "This, this, this is blood, right?"

The storyteller stopped abruptly, gave him a reproachful look, and dipped his hands in the water stains on the table, some transparent liquid was mixed in the red.The figure of the man had disappeared from the visible range of the teahouse. Mr. Storyteller looked out of the window, only seeing the bustling crowd on the street and the yellow sand blowing in the distance. "Clean it up quickly! Don't dawdle! Where did the blood come from, maybe where you scooped up the dye! You dare to be lazy and see that I won't deduct your wages!"

——Today, the Holy One hates me too much. Maybe one day, dying in battle is a good choice, and I can still leave a reputation of loyalty.

—— Ah Jue, if one day I die in battle, why don't you go to the emperor to help me get my posthumous title!

Standing on the top floor of the pagoda, Lu Jue looked at the small town of Beiyan. The rice fields intertwined and the people were happy. Who would have imagined how dilapidated and desolate this place was as the center of war three years ago.

"They all say you're dead."

"But you are the god of war in this country."

"You are not going to die."

"Where are you."

The author has something to say: a short article of about 22 words, expected to have [-] chapters, maybe double or single, undecided

☆、Chapter 2

The small town of Beiyan is located on the edge of the desert in the northernmost part of the Great Wei Dynasty. Going northward, passing through a swamp, and climbing over two high mountains, is the tribe of woodcock.

The woodcock is the northernmost nomadic people, and has maintained good diplomatic relations with the Great Wei for hundreds of years.

Until the fifth year of Emperor Wei Xian's reign, the old prince Qiu died, and the new king came to the throne with great ambitions. He frequently caused some small-scale riots on the border, causing panic among the surrounding people.The suppression by the local government soldiers only cured the symptoms but not the root cause, and the local jails were overwhelmed by the woodcock men.

Shen Cong, the general of the town who had been idle for three years, returned to command, and got the order of the current emperor to lead the troops to Beiyan to deal with these lawless little bastards.

Shen Cong released the captured snipe into the army, and two soldiers looked at each other and took them to the battlefield.While pretending to be fully equipped, he led the deputy general to attack Huanglong and wiped out the team sent by the cockpit.

"Hey, what's the matter, are you going to let the general personally escort you back to the snipe, or do you send a message back to ask the snipe king to come and redeem you?" Shen Cong peeled nuts, crossed his legs, and looked like a soldier. Looking down, he looked down at the captured general, "My Great Wei has always been kind to the woodcock. If you insist on provoking, don't blame me, I will wipe out your tribe and sacrifice my dead soul with blood!"

King Woodcock finally sent an envoy, made some compensation, and said some good-sounding auspicious words such as wishing that the big woodcock and Wei would be together forever, and the matter was settled.

After releasing the captives and sending them to the envoys, Shen Cong let go of his dissolute and arrogant appearance, looked at their backs that were drifting away, and said to the lieutenant beside him, "The show has just begun."

"Subordinates are dull."

Shen Cong glanced at him, reached out to take off his hat and slapped it into his arms, and said, "I don't think you are stupid, but you need to be beaten. Go back to the tent!"

The city lord of Beiyan City prepared the celebration banquet early, sent the worship stickers to the camp, and handed them over to Qin Ying, Shen Cong's deputy.

"The general has never attended such occasions. Are you new here? From now on, just reply to this kind of greeting post, and there is no need to submit it."

"Hey, wait a minute." Shen Cong stopped the messenger, took the greeting card from him, opened it and read: "The general at the side of the town personally sent it, the next official heard that the general solved Beiyan's troubles with wisdom, and saved the people of Beiyan. I am so grateful that I have a special banquet in the mansion today. If the general can come, the officials will be overjoyed. Tsk tsk tsk, this style of writing is not very good. When I went back to the city lord, I said that the general will definitely be there on time."

"General, you never go to such occasions, and you don't even give the emperor face. Why did you open up today?"

Shen Cong was kneading the paper in his hand, he could feel the fine particles with his fingertips, and he could smell a trace of medicinal herbs when he put it in front of his nose. "Guess who gave this little city lord the courage to entertain me?"

"Could it be!" Realizing his gaffe, Qin Ying hastily lowered his voice, his eyes flickering with suspicion, "Is it the emperor?"

Shen Cong didn't answer, but stared blankly at the battle armor standing in the corner that had been with him for eight years, his expression seemed sad, and it seemed that he was used to killing decisively.

"Whether it's a human or a ghost, you'll know once you walk around."

At the banquet, there was a group of singing and dancing, and in Beiyan City, many people who migrated from the woodcock, they married each other, but they integrated a lot of customs from the woodcock.Woodcock is good at rhythmic dance, and it is really worthwhile to appreciate it this time.

"The general is here, why don't you stay for a few more days, so that the subordinate officials can show the friendship of the landlord." Three rounds of wine have passed, and everyone is a little drunk.The city lord finally got to the point by taking advantage of this bit of drunkenness.

Shen Cong sat on the chief seat, holding a wine bottle, and hugged Mei Ji beside him, his robe was slightly opened on his chest, presenting a confused and charming scene. "Alright, I also want to see this Beiyan, what kind of dragon is hiding, what kind of tiger is lying down." After finishing speaking, Shen Cong suddenly bound Meiji's hands, forced her to kneel beside the table, and crushed her. Take a humiliating gesture.

"General?"

Shen Cong ignored other people's doubtful or disgusted eyes, and directly reached into Meiji's chest, and actually took out a poisoned dagger from it.

"I don't know, my lord, what's the explanation?" Shen Cong pulled out the dagger, "Well, the pattern is pretty nice, but it's a pity..." Shen Cong glanced in the direction of the city lord, threw the dagger at him, and stabbed it firmly Put it on the fruit in front of him, "Come here! Press it down! Search the City Lord's Mansion for me!"