Tiantan six

He frowned: "Shuiyue Jinghua is an extremely ridiculous illusion."

"That's the truth, but the gods don't know it. If there are too many stupid people, they will look smart and stupid. You see, the general's family is very upright. Even his dog is full when he sees someone else's dog." If you don't work, you will be reprimanded twice, but no one thinks this is right, thinks that it is right to publicize the prosperity of the world, and the emphasis is on enjoyment, like the general, it is obvious that he is full and has nothing to do!"

Feng Lang lowered his head, looked at the short and fat land god, and frowned even more tightly, he kicked over: "This is the reason why you don't care about the little devil? You should care about it if you are sober!"

"Ouch!" The land god got up and rubbed his buttocks, and continued with a sigh: "The gods in the sky are helpless, and my little god can only watch, these little devils are full of food, drunk, bad things, and good things, little ones. The gods are also helpless! Isn’t there nothing you can do now, immortal?”

Feng Lang's eyes widened and he was about to lift his feet, but the God of Land had already rolled on the ground first, and disappeared with a cry of "Ouch".

The little ghost hiding next to him couldn't help but chuckled twice, the land god suddenly came out and a ghost gave him a shudder, cupped his hands at him and laughed, and disappeared again.

Feng Lang had nowhere to vent his anger, and spent a day and a night depressed on the roof of General Jun.

Before dawn, a loud rooster crow woke Feng Lang up.

He stretched himself, and saw Jun She put on his clothes, combed his hair, and walked out of the house, and Mrs. Jun came out and closed the door lightly.

The two of them usually dressed plainly, but today they wore extraordinarily clean clothes, standing there like two pieces of high-quality suet jade.

Feng Lang understood what they were going to do, more than ten years ago on the second day of July, the day when Shiyou and Youzhou fought.

Today is the second day of July, and their family is going to sweep the sacrifice.

Mrs. Jun held a bamboo basket in one hand and led her son in the other, walking up the mountain without making a sedan chair or riding a horse.

At this time, except for the parents and relatives of the dead soldiers who went to visit, they were the only ones left. The huge royal city seemed to have forgotten what brought about such a grand and prosperous scene.

Even the king never cared about the sacrificed soldiers. Feng Lang still remembered that he was lying in the arms of the beauty that day, with a sleepy look, his eyes were black and blue, he stroked the beauty's long hair, sniffed it on the tip of his nose, and The face was intoxicated: "It's good if you win, it means that the Xuan Dynasty didn't support you for nothing, and the remaining generals will do it. The king is tired and needs to rest."

Jun She trembled all over, probably because of chills in his heart, he bowed his head and cupped his hands and said yes, then left, and closed the palace door, at the moment of closing, there was a loud laugh from the king inside: "This king can't wait. "By the way, there were bursts of soft and charming laughter from the woman.

Confused, but that's it, Jun She's eyes are full of forbearance, 80 soldiers, only a few survivors are left alive, they are already disabled for life, without a word of condolence, even if they work hard, they can't match the joy in bed.

80 soldiers are sleeping on more than 20 mountains, plus the 13 soldiers who died when he was 27 years old, a total of [-] mountains, millions of soldiers, countless tombstones, densely piled up on the top of the mountain, each tombstone is planted with pines and cypresses , the mountains are green and green, but it is extremely cold.

At the very front of this road stands a huge stone, and it was Jun She who personally handed out the eight words in vermilion, "Hold high like a pine, it will last forever".

"Is it the general? The old man's eyes are not very good all the time. Please forgive me if you neglect him."

An old man came from the mountain on the left. Behind him was an army of millions led by General Jun, but now his bones were buried in the mud.

The only one left alive is this veteran, who was bestowed a fifth-rank general by the former king, but he lost his leg in the battlefield in the early years, and all the money was used to repair the cemetery. No girl is willing to marry him, and he will be lonely for the rest of his life Yi, built a hut on the mountain to guard the cemetery.

The old man limped over with a cane, his white beard trembling as he spoke, his gray and shabby clothes, the hem was a little damp, as if stained with morning dew.

"It's okay, Old General Liang, please stay!" Jun She rushed to support him.

The old man hurriedly waved his hands and said, "What's the use of my old bones? If I can't even walk, I have walked these dozens of mountains and traveled nearly a thousand miles back and forth over the years."

The old man lifted up the hem of his clothes, pointed to the torn thread on it and said with a smile: "This clothes is a witness, my old man is not lying."

Jun She choked up for a moment, not knowing what to say: "I have wronged the old general in recent years."

The old man patted Jun She's hand, comfortingly said: "It's not your fault, without you, I wouldn't be able to hold on for so long."

Madam Jun put down the bamboo basket, took out a set of neatly stitched clothes from it, and handed it to the old man with both hands: "The old general has worked hard, please accept this dress."

The old man was about to decline, but Jun Amnesty took it directly and put it in his hand: "I have nothing to give you, and you won't accept anything. My wife embroidered it herself, and it took several months." , please be sure to accept it."

"I know that you are all good boys. The imperial court has not treated you well these years. You spent all the money on the tomb and distributed it to the relatives of the soldiers. The old general has no savings for many years, let alone you are young, hey!"

After a long sigh, the old man leaned against the boulder with a cane, and slowly sat down on the stone steps beside him. He stroked the new clothes with trembling hands, and there was a mist in his eyes, full of emotion: "I once followed the old general. Wearing heavy iron armor, trekking mountains and rivers, endured the heat, endured the cold winter, how many enemies have been defeated, and how many military exploits have been won, but in the end, I lost to this country that I defended all my life, and to the king we guarded wholeheartedly. I have stepped on countless corpses, Even if my feet were chopped off, and I poured out all my energy and blood to chop off the enemy's head, when I looked at the blood splattered out, I dared to say a tired word, a painful word, and looked at the corpses all over the place Only the retreating enemies dare to kneel down and cry loudly."

Jun She squatted down on the steps below the old man, looked up at the old man, and resonated in his heart: "Father often said that where you are born, you will stay there. If all the generals and soldiers of a country fall, then it will be despised. Trampling is also trampling on the dignity of all people, soldiers can die on the battlefield, but they cannot die under the trample and humiliation of the enemy!"

The old man closed his eyes and wiped away his tears with his hands. When he opened his eyes, various emotions such as grief, disappointment, and sadness appeared in his eye sockets.

"Soldiers can't be trampled and humiliated to death. Then your country's kings and people will abandon you? Isn't it another kind of contemptuous insult! This is the cemetery that we and the families of those sacrificed soldiers slowly dug out and piled up! At that time I limped and dug the mud, moved the bluestone, wiped off the bloody brothers little by little, and put them in. How long did it take me to work hard? The brother who died together left me. I walked in the bustling city, covered in mud, like a beggar. Not to mention the civil servants, even the little ninth-rank officials can laugh at me at will. I see Looking at the backs of them riding away on tall horses, Fang realized that the soldiers did not die in the wild, but died in the court first! No wonder there was no food and grass when marching and fighting, and they couldn't feed themselves..."

Old General Liang had rarely spoken to anyone like this, and when he poured out his heartfelt words, it made him even more indignant.

As the old man spoke, he suddenly took Jun She's hand, with tears on his face, and said in an excited and painful voice: "Jun She! Jun She! This is the reality we must face. Some people are destined to sacrifice, and some are destined to die. We will enjoy the blessings, but only those of us who march and fight are the lone star of the gods who have killed people for a lifetime, but they will suffer for the rest of their lives, no one can blame them!"

After hearing this, Feng Lang looked at the tombstones all over the mountain, as if his heart was riddled with holes in the torment of tens of billions of years, and he closed his eyes silently in pain.

Mrs. Jun, who was standing next to her, knelt down and hugged the child, who was already crying uncontrollably, and the child coaxed her mother obediently.

"Liang An! Hey! Liang An!"

The old man raised his head suddenly, with many bright and fiery gazes in his eyes, he stood up and said excitedly: "My good boy, you can see that the old general is leading our brothers up the mountain! They are calling me over, they are calling Where's my name!"

The old man walked straight down, refusing to obey the crutches, and stood on the steps with windy steps. After kneeling neatly like a soldier, he was about to stand up but fell backwards. Jun She ran quickly In the past, he picked up the old man, and the old man was full of breath in his arms, showing a relieved and satisfied smile.

Old General Liang raised his hand vigorously and put it on Jun She's shoulder, wanting to pat him, but he had no strength left, and said in an indistinct voice, "I... really want... to wear... iron armor..."

On the second day of July, early in the morning.

The old man passed away completely. Nearly 30 years ago, the million veterans who followed General Jun all fell asleep on dozens of other mountains. Since then, the only people who remember them are Jun She and his family.

Jun Amnesty cleansed the old man himself, put on his battle armor and helmet, and wrote a memorial to the king overnight. There was only one request, but it was an absurd request for the next seven or eight worlds. Please ask all the officials of the court to be old generals For the funeral, dozens of ministers of the first and second ranks, including him, had to come forward to carry the coffin, and officials of the ninth rank dug the grave by themselves, otherwise he would resign and quit the court.

After reading the memorial, the king actually burst out laughing. He got off the dragon chair and read the words on the book several times. He made a fair statement: "General Liang An has made a lot of contributions with the old general for many years. He is a meritorious minister and should be awarded. He was posthumously named a first-rank loyal general who protects the country. All matters, big or small, will be handled by the general. Regardless of your rank, you will all follow the instructions in this booklet. The national teacher will choose the time for the burial, and the king will come to the scene when the time comes. The military law has full power to deal with it."

The author has something to say:

In fact, the king just likes to play, and he doesn't really want to thank the soldiers.