My years as a soldier

The appearance of Hu Jiuzhang when he was dragged into the prisoner-of-war camp was really unbearable.

He already lost his two calves, and was sitting on the cart with his arms covering his face, his body trembling uncontrollably.The soldier pulling the chariot pulled his arm down, and seeing Hu Jiuzhang's face covered with snot and tears mixed with dust, he was crying like an innocent child. I didn't know it, but thought he was What about recruits?

"Come on, it's good that you can live, weeping and crying, we don't have any food left over here to support idlers, you just wait to be discharged from the army!"

The soldier laughed, but Hu Jiuzhang was suddenly pulled to the ground. He supported his arms to stabilize his body. Although his movements were neat, there were still tears on his face.

Although he heard those words, but now he doesn't have the heart to think about these things.Gan Ruoshan's death was just like a stone stirring up thousands of waves, disturbing his long-silent mood.

Back then, Hu Jiuzhang was also a soldier who only thought about dying for the country.When he was a child, his grandfather told him that he would be a soldier when he grows up, because only by being a soldier can he be worthy of his military background. Safe, desperate, spilled blood.As soon as he was born, he was destined to be a soldier of Datang.

When did this idea become less firm?Was it when the family ran out of food for the first time, or the famine at the age of 21?Hu Jiuzhang himself couldn't tell.He only knew that his family was not doing well.No matter what grandfather and father had done for Datang on the battlefield, the reality told him only one thing, that is, their family was not doing well.

Later, when he also became a soldier, he felt that what his grandfather taught him when he was a child was correct.

Standing on the stone fortress at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, there are snow-capped mountains behind and desert wasteland in front of you.When the fiery red sun rose far from the east, and when his comrades cooperated with each other to repel the invasion of foreign races again and again, he sincerely felt that his words and deeds represented Datang.He is proud of this Tang army uniform, and if anyone dares to say that Datang is not good in front of him, then he will be the first to refuse.

But when he arrived in Chang'an, everything changed again.

At that time, Hu Jiuzhang only felt disappointed, not only disappointed with Chang'an, but also disappointed with the whole Tang Dynasty.At that time, he felt that Cao Yi's death was not worth it, but now that he saw what happened to Gan Ruoshan, he felt that it was a blow to his head, which woke him up from this extremely miserable and debilitating reality.

Datang may have really changed, but if Datang has changed, should people change along with it?Isn't the value of human beings precisely because they can stick to their beliefs and be consistent?What's more, to sacrifice one's life for the country, even if the corpse is exposed in the wilderness and the head is in a different place, one can die with a clear conscience.

Back then when he was in Beiting, Captain Zhang often said that death is not scary, what is scary is not knowing why he died.If one can die clearly, then all the sufferings in this world will not be terrible.

But in the end...

He couldn't help comparing Gan Ruoshan's choice with himself.Out of morality among friends, he didn't want to regard Gan Ruoshan's death as a meaningless folly.But when he affirmed Gan Ruoshan's actions, he couldn't help but realize how humiliating and cowardly he was compared to them.

These two vacillating emotions stirred up in his mind and could not be calmed down for a long time, so that when he entered the prisoner-of-war camp, he still looked at a loss on his face, as if he didn't know where he was at all.

Others thought he was stunned by fright, and Hu Jiuzhang himself couldn't explain what was wrong with him.At this point, he didn't know what else he could do.After witnessing so much death, he became numb and couldn't remember the hope that had run through him in the first place in his desperate struggle to survive.

In the first few days in the prisoner-of-war camp, Hu Jiuzhang lived like a fool. He didn't communicate with others, and he didn't even feel interested in eating. He just slumped in the corner of the camp by himself.Even the wound on his leg was festering and pus, he didn't seem to know the pain, and sat there with dull eyes, without making a sound.

Until one day, the herald who came suddenly pulled him out of the dirty corner of the prisoner-of-war camp and carried him directly to the stretcher.Hu Jiuzhang thought they were going to clean up the idlers, but this small group of soldiers actually carried him deeper and deeper in the direction of Tongjin County.Hu Jiuzhang couldn't help being surprised, how could he, a half-dead soldier, be taken to the camp where the main force of the opponent was stationed, instead of being dragged to die?

Seeing that the scene around him was getting more and more strange, Hu Jiuzhang couldn't help struggling to get up from the stretcher.

"Where are you taking me?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

Since he hadn't spoken for many days, his voice became hoarse and deep, like a sick old man, lifeless.What surprised him was that the herald who followed him did not beat or scold him, but just looked at him very calmly and hummed softly.

"Hmph...you still have the strength to speak? You're a lucky master!"

When Hu Jiuzhang met the eyes of the herald, he became more and more surprised.But the herald was looking at him, Hu Jiuzhang couldn't help lowering his head.

On the remaining half of the leg, the bandage that was repeatedly wrapped around the scar was completely blackened by the coagulated blood.His clothes were also dirty and torn, with a sour smell.

I am just an ordinary pawn...how can I deserve such special treatment from these people?

After all, he still had a sliver of reason, and the puzzled look on his face at this time made the herald who looked back at him couldn't help chuckling.

"Hehe... There is an adult who wants to see you, so you just lie down."

After the herald finished speaking, he ignored Hu Jiuzhang, and Hu Jiuzhang sat on the stretcher, becoming more and more dazed.

There is a grown-up...

He silently repeated that sentence in his heart, and suddenly, his heart seemed to be struck by lightning.

There is an adult.

In an instant, he thought of that name, that name that he kept dusty in his heart, wanted to think about it, but didn't dare to think about it——Li Muyun.

Ever since he was captured by the rebels, that name even brought a layer of fear to him.It was as if everything was reminding him that he couldn't do anything, nothing could be done, nothing could be saved.His own weakness and helplessness, against which the name was infinitely magnified, became more obvious than ever.

Hu Jiuzhang didn't dare to think about Li Muyun, he was afraid that if he thought about it carefully, he would uncontrollably want to strangle him by the throat and stop all this completely.Because he didn't fulfill his obligations as a retainer at all, let alone be considerate and caring that his partner should have.

How is he?What if he died too?If he is gone, even if he dies now, it will be too late, right?

Fear lingered in his heart, and Hu Jiuzhang did not dare to relax a bit, until he was brought to a large tent made of white felt cloth, and when the tent door opened, the familiar figure came into view again.

Li Muyun's distress is not something that can be easily expressed to others. How should his dignified royal grandson deal with himself in the enemy camp? For a party, all of these cannot be digested completely in a short period of time.Not to mention Hu Jiuzhang, whose whereabouts are unknown, and the 20 Tang army who were defeated in a mess.

He was already sick, although Cui Qianyou sent someone to take good care of him, but under such careless thinking, no matter how many pieces of precious medicinal herbs he took, it would be a drop in the bucket.

Li Muyun stayed in bed for a few days, but his health did not improve. Even Cui Qianyou felt that the son was more ominous than good, and only regarded him as a serious illness that was dying soon. How could he know that when the messenger brought Hu Jiuzhang's news to him? After entering Li Muyun's camp, this man suddenly sat up from the couch, his face that had always been bloodless, at this moment, was flushed with blood due to excitement, showing a little bit of rosiness.

"He... is he still alive?"

For a moment, even his voice was not as vain as before, and his voice was full of joy and excitement.

"My lord, Hu Jiuzhang is still alive, it's just..."

"Just what?"

Li Muyun's face turned pale again in an instant, as if he was terminally ill, without any blood.

"It's just...he's seriously injured."

"Heavy? To what extent? Yes, is there a risk of life?" Li Muyun's voice trembled slightly.

"This... the villain doesn't know."

"Take me to meet him!"

In Li Muyun's instantly raised voice, there was a bit of composure.He pushed himself up and lifted the quilt, and just got out of bed.Even the messenger soldier was taken aback, he couldn't believe that this was the sick man who was so weak that he didn't even want to say a word yesterday.

Li Muyun quickly took a few steps forward, but for some reason, he stopped suddenly.

"No... ask someone to help me change my clothes and freshen up, hurry up!"

Li Muyun uncharacteristically yelled at the messenger.His face was pale, and his body was full of sickness, but the more he was like this, the more he didn't want Hu Jiuzhang to see himself like this.

At this time, no matter who it is, it is very necessary for something good to happen.He didn't want Hu Jiuzhang to see himself sickly, and if this was the last moment of Lao Hu's life, then he didn't want to make Lao Hu go away uneasy.

Yes, he had actually thought of the worst outcome, the worst, the worst, that Hu Jiuzhang was seriously injured and died, and if that was the case, he would use his best state and most positive attitude to appear in front of Hu Jiuzhang.Accompany him happily through the last moments of his life.

He will preside over Lao Hu's funeral and bury him. After everything is over, he will hang himself in front of his beloved's tomb without any more nostalgia.Because if Lao Hu dies, this world is really not worth living for, and he doesn't want to stay even for a second.

So at this moment, Li Muyun's every step was done meticulously, even though he himself was sick, every time he moved, his body was trembling.

When Li Muyun saw Hu Jiuzhang, it was already half an hour later. As the curtain of the big tent was opened by the accompanying soldiers, he saw Hu Jiuzhang wearing tattered clothes, covered with blood and dirt, lying on a bed emitting a foul smell. on the straw mat.

He didn't care about reprimanding the soldiers around him or his own illness. He staggered a few steps and rushed to Hu Jiuzhang's collapse. Before he could stand still, tears were already streaming from his eyes.

"Old Hu..."

He cried softly, his voice low and gentle.He seemed to see Hu Jiuzhang dying in his arms, it was his nightmare, he never wanted to see it, but facing Hu Jiuzhang who was so haggard and miserable, he couldn't think about it.

Fear lingered in his heart all the time, Li Muyun leaned over and sat down beside Hu Jiuzhang, trembling and holding his hand lightly, he was afraid that if the grip was too light, Hu Jiuzhang wouldn't be able to feel it, and he was afraid that the force would hurt him too much.

"Old Hu...does it still hurt? It's okay, they listen to me, I ask them to help you treat it, it will be fine... everything will be fine..."

Li Muyun's voice was trembling, he was afraid that Hu Jiuzhang would not be able to hear his own voice, or that the injury was so severe that he could not support himself, and he was about to die.

But to his surprise, Hu Jiuzhang responded to him with a more determined expression.

"fine……"

Lao Hu's voice was hoarse and weak, but Li Muyun couldn't restrain his emotions just seeing that look in his eyes.All his strength collapsed at that moment, he only lowered his body, embraced Hu Jiuzhang in his arms, and cried bitterly like a child, "Old Hu...Old Hu..."

The author says:

I updated it! ! ! !To be honest, it is a bit difficult to adapt to the new working environment, and the new job often requires overtime, so I have not been able to adjust the status code.This chapter was coded more than a dozen times on and off before it was finally coded out.In the future, as long as I have time, I will try my best to update it. It is expected that regular updates will resume for a period of time in February.Thank you to everyone who has been watching here! (*＾3＾)/～☆