Big Dream Chase

According to the Law of the Tang Dynasty "Law of Catching Death", the crimes of deserters are divided into two categories: fleeing when going out to fight, and fleeing while guarding garrison.

The former, fleeing on the way to the expedition, will be sentenced to one year for one day, and one grade will be added for each day, and he will be sentenced to hanging if he exceeds [-] days; he will be beheaded if he flees during the battle.

The latter, fleeing for one day with eighty sticks, and three days plus one level, up to three thousand miles of exile, without capital punishment.

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Su Muyu looked at An Rufeng coldly, and was completely pulled out of the drunken madness.

He asked: "An Rufeng, do you know what happens to the deserters?"

An Rufeng thought he asked knowingly, "I know."

"Do you know why you're going crazy?!" Su Muyu burst out suddenly, wishing he could rush forward and grab him, "Do the math yourself, how many days have it been since you escaped?"

An Rufeng said: "About twenty days."

"Twenty days! Hang! Death!"

Su Muyu reached out his hand to An Rufeng's forehead, and poked violently as if unwilling.

An Rufeng lowered his eyes, put away the loneliness that couldn't be hidden: "Ayu, even if I stay on the battlefield, I can't escape death."

"I can't escape, and it's better than now."

"No, no life will be better than the present."

Lian Ming patted Su Muyu's back, turned his head to An Rufeng and said, "Does anyone in the army know about your escape?"

"There is... one person."

"Who?"

"My dead brother."

Lian Ming seemed to hear a big joke, and asked, "How long have you known each other?"

"About a year."

"How dare you call it a life in less than a year?!" Lian Ming frowned fiercely, "Rufeng, do you know what is human heart?"

How could this kid be so innocent that one couldn't even bear to scold him.

An Rufeng shook his head resolutely: "Nothing will happen, he said...he will help me hide it."

"Could it be that he concealed it as he said? Where is the military discipline of the Tang Dynasty? Where is the military power!" Lian Ming imitated Su Muyu and poked An Rufeng's forehead with his finger, "Let's not talk about why he didn't run away with you, even if It is he who wholeheartedly serves the country and has great ambitions. Use your toes to think about it, any ordinary person who has experienced fighting and despair on the battlefield, who would watch others flee for their lives and remain indifferent?!"

In this world, there is no real saint.If people are not for themselves, heaven and earth will perish.People who have experienced death think about how to live every day. Even if everyone understands that everyone is nothing but living towards death, they must live, live seriously, and try their best to live.

An Rufeng stared: "...he has his future and ambition, how could he run away with me?"

"Ru Feng," Lian Ming sighed, "It's not easy to talk about deep friendship, you should think about it."

An Rufeng's eyes were full of obscurity, and finally he waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, just let fate."

The so-called fate and life and death, God has already engraved it for you.

Turn back the time to winter one year ago.

Thousands of hectares of coarse salt were overturned by the snow particles in the sky like heaven, and the shiny snow powder was pressed on the armor of the Tang, Sui and Deng Sanzhou troops.The dark central army has created an ugly scar in this pale world.

An Rufeng blinked, heavy snowflakes fell on his eyelashes.Then, he received a mixed military order.

At the end of the winter of his second year in the army, An Rufeng finally got rid of his title of fireman and was transferred from the fire army to the light cavalry.Because of his excellent riding and archery and bow and arrow abilities, coupled with his shrewd mind and indomitable courage, he was quickly appreciated.

What makes An Rufeng dumbfounded is that apart from the subject of military training*, being lonely and brave is really a joke.

Unknown soldiers don't have the courage to block and kill gods, and Buddhas to block and kill Buddhas.It's nothing more than being on the battlefield, and dying at the end anyway - if you don't want to die uselessly under the enemy's horizontal knife, then charge up by yourself, maybe there is still a chance of survival.

An Rufeng and Zhang Shen, the close friend he mentioned, met in the light cavalry team.

The two are about the same age, have the same ambitions, and both are young boys who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, so they soon become friends who talk about everything.

An Rufeng remembered very clearly that they dreamed of going back to their hometown late at night, and then woke up feeling lost.The two lifted off the torn cotton wool wrapped around their bodies, and quietly climbed out of the military tent.

That year, he was still a child prodigy, An Xiao, who dreamed of being a general, and an ordinary soldier in the barracks.An Rufeng and Zhang Shen looked at the stars in the night sky and secretly exchanged sips of dirty wine.

Later, I also recalled that such a day was also a good time.He can survive under the cold front, and he can also sacrifice his life for righteousness when the enemy is approaching.

When the two mentioned their ambitions, An Rufeng did not hide his edge, and said boldly: "I want to be the imperial general! Defeat the rebels, drive out the barbarians, and guard the country for the Tang Dynasty. Zhenzhenguan opened the prosperous age of the Yuan Dynasty. The soul of the Tang Dynasty is immortal, and it will last forever!"

At that time, An Rufeng was no different from now, when he drank, he would talk loudly.It is not too much to speak the truth after drinking and apply it to him.

When Zhang Shen acted violently, the alcohol circled his mind a few times, half drunk and half awake, he smiled and said, "I'll let you in on a secret, my ambition is also to be a great general!"

An Rufeng staggered and turned around, and patted his shoulder with a palm: "Well, what can I do? There is only one general!"

"Yes, yes, there is only one. We all want to do it, what should we do?" Zhang Shen took another sip of his wine and threw the problem back.

"Hmm..." An Rufeng was stunned, and said, "Then we each rely on our own abilities!"

Zhang Shen burst into laughter suddenly, full of teasing at An Rufeng's straightforwardness: "Okay! A good sentence depends on one's ability! Well said!"

An Rufeng grinned, as if he had found a true friend in his starry eyes: "Then, let's make an agreement! From now on, each, each according to his own ability! Go to battle and kill the enemy!"

Zhang Shen lowered his head, calming down the shadow that had slipped by in an instant: "Yes. Beheading, capturing the flag, ascending to the top first. Contributing to the army and shining in the family."

But he didn't tell An Rufeng from the beginning to the end. In his heart, there was another sentence: use everything to the extreme.

As time went on, the two fought bloody battles time and time again, taking their lives from the hands of Hades.Beheading is easy, but capturing the flag is difficult, and ascending first is even more hopeless.

An Rufeng saved Zhang Shen once, and soon Zhang Shen also rescued him from the fast horse.

An Rufeng's so-called passing his life is actually a desperate life.You and I, he and him, have all come out of the battlefield in this way.

The world is washed with blood, and human life is as cheap as grass. They are not great heroes, they are not mighty generals, and no one will remember the unknown soldiers.

The favor gained from victory will only fall on the name of the general, and it will not be these small soldiers who forged a prosperous age with their bones.

That's why some people want to climb up, and that's why some people are blinded by fame.

On the night An Rufeng fled, Zhang Shen asked him, "Rufeng, do you want to lose your ambition?"

This is An Rufeng's third year in the army, and he is already well-known among the light cavalry.The cold winter has passed, and the warm spring is coming. At this time, the army is resting and reorganizing, but An Rufeng, who "accidentally" discovered the secret, had the idea of ​​becoming a "deserter" for the first time.

In the early summer, the army was resting in Ma'anshan, and later marched into the hinterland of Tangxi in a large scale. General Li Tan sent ten generals, Ma Shaoliang, to capture Chaya Mountain.

Chaya Mountain is very close to Tangxi City and Yelu City.

An Rufeng pulled the rein of the horse, turned around and said, "Ah Shen, it's not that I don't want it anymore, but I want to make meritorious deeds."

"How can you get credit for being a deserter?"

"Ah Shen, let me tell you another secret, but this time, you have to promise me that you will help me hide everything."

Zhang Shen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed again: "Didn't it be agreed before that I don't know anything about your leaving the army."

An Rufeng nodded, and took a reassurance: "I am the son of An Lan. When I go back this time, I am willing to hand over all the swords and swords in An Zhai to the army! Tell me, does this count as a merit?!"

The word An Lan is like thunder.That is the well-known master swordsmith in Datang, who wouldn't know it?

Regardless of whether or not what An Rufeng did was lack of consideration, no matter who gets into the hands of those weapons that have not seen the light of day, they will be like adding wings to a tiger.

Could this be merit?

For the first time, Zhang Shen felt jealous of this "fatal friend" who got along day and night. Some people are destined to be different from others when they are born.

They paddled in this pool called fate, and even their luck was a little bit better than others.

Zhang Shen was silent for a while, and said, "Then you, be careful..."

An Rufeng even seemed a little proud of "running away", he said with a smile: "Ah Shen, it's up to you to check in the military."

Zhang Shen stood in the darkness, quietly watching An Rufeng's back as he swung his whip away.He didn't speak, and no one could see his expression clearly.

He stood alone for a long, long time in the shadow of the silence.

In his third year in the army, An Rufeng met Su Lian and two on his way to "escape".He picked up two uncles and went home, and told all his secrets.

Lian Ming reminded: Do you know people's hearts?Do you know that friendship is shallow but not deep?

An Rufeng is still unknown—what people envy is often not the glory of strangers, but the prosperity of those around them.He underestimated the wolf ambitions of like-minded people, and overestimated the desperate love of licking each other's wounds again and again.

On the second day after An Rufeng flew the pigeon to send the letter, in the central military camp near Ma'anshan, someone picked up the pigeon and took down the death letter.

With this letter, he walked into the military tent of Lieutenant General Ma Shaoliang.

At the end of March and the beginning of April, when the weather turns warm and cold, the mountains are full of fragrant flowers.

Everything has just begun, and everything is just right.

The army has won several battles, and the morale of all the soldiers has undoubtedly reached a commanding height.Then fight a few more games, and ask for some life from Hades, and they can go home.

Defend the home country, disarm and return to the hometown, and there are wives and children in the village waiting for them to return.

Even if the farmland is barren, you can make up a spring and autumn dream.

Ma Shaoliang was sitting in the barracks, his hair was tied up in a high bun, and his brows and eyes were fierce.There is a small sand table on the table, and the condensed mountains are undulating. He is staring at the military flags and wooden figurines, as if planning how to win the next battle by surprise.

After being informed, the man entered the tent, took off his helmet, and presented the envelope with both hands.

He said: "Lieutenant General, send another letter from the deserter."

Ma Shaoliang raised his eyelids coldly, and said, "How?"

"The letter has indicated the location of the secret room of Anzhai's sword casting workshop. The total number of swords is 530. Lieutenant General, what should we do next?"

Ma Shaoliang propped his chin, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said to him from left to right: "How about the crime of desertion?"

"Returning to the lieutenant general, it is inevitable."

"Well, it's good that you know," Ma Shaoliang said softly, "There's no need to reply, just go down."

The man was not reconciled: "On the day of the war, what can the little one do for the lieutenant general?"

Ma Shaoliang was silent for a long time, until the man broke out in cold sweat, his heart beating like a drum.

In the end Ma Shaoliang raised his head leisurely, looked at him and paused every word: "Slaughter the city. No, stay, live, talk."

The man's eyes lit up suddenly, he stretched out his hands and cupped his fists, and knelt down on one knee.

"I will live up to the expectations of the lieutenant general!"

Ma Shaoliang waved his hands and turned to focus on the sand table.The man walked out of the military tent, full of joy beyond words.

The glaring white sunlight shone on his distorted face with joy, making it look particularly ugly.

Someone in the distance called him.

This name flew over friendship, over Heihe, over distant mountains, and flew to An Rufeng's never-forgotten heart.

"Zhang Shen!"

The author has something to say:

Note:"*"

①Tang Dynasty military training courses, if you are interested, you can search on Baidu, because there are too many, it is too long to put here QAQ.

②Beheading, capturing the flag, and ascending first—refers to how soldiers in the Tang Dynasty were promoted (increasing their military rank). Beheading is the easiest way, and capturing the flag is mostly done after the enemy’s defeat. The person who made the most contribution to climbing the tower was Li Siye in the Tang Dynasty.

③The update is a little late today, because I went out to take pictures of the moon at night, but when I got home, I took the subway in the opposite direction, and I was crying stupidly!It took two extra hours to get home...then the doorknob broke...and the doorknob had to be repaired QAQ

The wish of the chief orangutan director: I hope tomorrow will be smarter...

Sweethearts, good night and sweet dreams! !