Ten years without a return

Don't lead anyone to chase after me, but when I heard a crackling sound, I thought to myself: It's a success.

The neighing of the horses and the exclamation of Yu Jun sounded behind me, and I led the team to look back, the ice cracked violently, and most of the Yu Jun fell into the lake with their horses and men.

I have already found out that there is a lake here, and I ordered people to chisel the ice in advance. We have a small number of people and reduced the weight in advance. The ice will not be broken for a while, and Yuqiu has a lot of people, so the ice will not be able to bear it. .

I squinted and saw that the ice surface was almost completely shattered. Thousands of Yu soldiers struggled in the water, and soon they were frozen blue and unconscious, and gradually sank to the cold bottom of the lake.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, this is the revenge of the Yu army for burying my five thousand soldiers alive.

I saw Umo being pulled up from the water by Hedan. He angrily tore off the drenched fox fur, the hair on his forehead was frozen, and he looked at me with a pale face. His patience was exhausted.

The battle situation is getting more and more difficult. We survived a cold afternoon, but at night we received an imperial edict from the capital. There was no extra words on the paper, just asking me not to resist anymore. The emperor has decided to divide the twenty cities on the border. Assigned to Yuqiu.

I held this letter, sorrow rose from the bottom of my heart, but I couldn't help laughing out loud. I tore up the thin paper with the emperor's seal, and said to the angry soldiers below: "Wish to be with me!" Those who go to the ranks!"

I looked at the uniform steps below, and laughed three times: "Good! Good!"

There was no starlight in the night, and the mixed flames cast strange shadows, and the frozen body could no longer feel the slightest pain.I don't know if it is the darkest time before dawn, but I vaguely know that this may be my last battle.

I heard someone sternly called General, wondering why my body suddenly felt lighter, and I lowered my eyes belatedly, only to realize that I was riddled with wounds at some point.

The body fell uncontrollably, and there was a black vortex in front of my eyes, which swallowed me, but left me with a glimmer of light.

I heard the second sound of a blunt object entering my body, my body shook, and the fishy sweetness in my throat poured out like quicksand, falling on the front of my chest little by little, and blooming brilliant flowers on the snow again. blood flower.

The yellow sand beyond the Great Wall flashed before my eyes, countless familiar faces flashed past, and this dynasty, like its monarch, was lingering. It was like a late old man, decayed from the inside out. One breath is full of corrupt breath.

The hustle and bustle is gradually going away, and my broken body will finally be buried in this devastated land.

Regret?not regret.

Instead of dying in humiliation, it is the greatest honor for a soldier to die on the battlefield with dignity.

I slowly exhaled my last breath, saw the light from the sky in my eyes, touched my heart, it seemed that something was about to germinate.

With a smile, I said, "After all...it's over."

end

When Wu Mo came, the man knelt on one knee with the sword in his hand, his heart was covered with one hand, his head was lowered, his side face was serene, covered with a thin layer of frost.

He suddenly frowned, but the corners of his mouth gradually parted into a smile, and he said with a fake smile: "Aren't you willing to give in even if you die?"

He turned around and strode away, his cloak was rolled up by the cold wind, his voice was like ice: "Gorgeous burial!"

***

Five years later

It was still a bit cool in early spring. A little boy in jade snow was wrapped in a thick green jacket, and was hugged on the lap by a woman with gentle eyebrows. The carriage shook slightly, like a cradle. His eyelids were crowing, and he was about to fall asleep. up.

"Ah Hui, wake up, it's here."

The child named Ah Hui sniffed his nose, wrinkled his nose when he was awakened, and was about to cry, the woman gently scraped his little nose, and said with a smile: "You want to see The General's Tomb has arrived."

The little boy woke up immediately, and jumped out of the woman's arms happily. He lifted the curtain of the car, and said softly to the man who was driving the car: "Daddy, Mommy, it's over."

The man was taken aback, and he slowed down the carriage without any trace, and said anxiously, "Slow down."

Although he was a child, he grew up listening to the general's stories. When he heard that his father would pass by the general's cemetery, he clamored to follow him.But at this moment, he got out of the car and took a look around. Apart from the Han people, there were Yu people with profound features. It looked like a cemetery.

"Father, you liar!" He beat the man with his small fist, the man looked at him, his heart almost melted, he picked him up and walked towards a peach tree.

He looked at the peach tree full of flowers in puzzlement, his little red face was full of curiosity and doubt, "Daddy?"

The woman stood next to the man, her gaze was far away for a moment, and then she smiled softly at the child and said, "This is the general's tomb."

"Ah..." The little boy opened his mouth wide, with starlight in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to touch the jagged tree trunk, but suddenly felt a sense of inviolability, his little hand scratched in the air, and then gently retracted. back.

The woman touched his hair with a smile, and the little black mole on the back of her plump hand gently touched her happiness.

The author has something to say:

It's over for now, well, I throw up my hands and admit that I'm the devil.This is the third short essay I have practiced. I have wanted to write general essays for a long time, but now I am not strong enough to write, so I can only reach this level. Ha, it is not easy for everyone to see this, thank you!The reason why it is temporarily closed is because I am considering whether to write other people's works as a series of short stories. The candidates are: Xuan Qing, Wu Mo, Fei Lang, Tao Qifeng, and He Qinzhi.Or is there anyone you want to see?If I write, write him first.But don't worry, I won't use the No.1 title that I am so embarrassed to write hahahaha.