Yu Wu

Not long after Mo Xi received the secret letter from the imperial capital, the news that Gu Mang was about to return to the city was finally made public by the monarch of Chonghua. At the same time, the way to deal with Gu Mang was also announced——

Handed over to Mr. Wangshu with full control.

The news quickly spread throughout Chonghua. Although Mo Xi's army was far away in the north, they found out about it on the third day.

The northern army exploded the pot.

They were still calm and quiet on the surface, but when it was time to take a rest, almost everyone talked about this matter.Mo Xi saw it in his eyes, and it was rare for him to be unruly.

He felt that it was very normal for them to understand, because the predecessor of this northern border army was the invincible Gu family army.Most of the soldiers in the army have been born and died together with Gu Mang.They are undoubtedly loyal and faithful, but a long time ago, they also sincerely supported their coach Gu Mang - even though Gu Mang gave them the title of "Eighth Army".

This is not a joke, it is serious. Before Mo Xi took over, the military record of this army was as follows:

Liu Dazhuang, a soldier of Wang Bajun

Wang Bajun Corps Chief Zhang Dayan

……

And so on.

The one who started it was "Gu Mang, the commander of Wang Bajun".

It stands to reason that no one should want to join a formation with such an ugly name.But the fact is not the case. Gu Mang was the general with the most outstanding military exploits in Chonghua at that time, and most of the celebrity coaches had constraints, entanglements, and airs.

But Gu Mang was different, he was born as a slave, he had no father or mother, no attachments, no face and no skin, and he was not afraid of death.

If the leaders of Chonghua took off their clothes and stood in a row, Gu Mang might not be the strongest man, but he must be the one with the most scars.

He is a well-deserved "beast on the altar" of the Chonghua Empire.

At that time, Gu Mang's deputy always looked at his injuries and scolded him: "Why do you, the coach, always run at the forefront every time, and you don't know how to hide?"

Gu Mang would laugh, his black eyes were bright, his lips were soft, and his voice was like silk, he coaxed his angry friend with a good temper: "Long legs run fast, I am forced, forced. "

As long as there is him on the battlefield, it seems that it is not all cold and blood, but also laughter and nectar.

He will remember every day when his comrades were hanging out, when the battle was over, he would often lead the monks from the company to small villages and towns to have fun and drink. With a smile, he took all the money and silk on the table and exchanged wine and meat for his soldiers.

At the end, he yelled loudly: "Eat and drink! Open your belly to eat! You are all my darlings. If the military salary is not enough, I will give you other things in exchange!"

Gu Mang followed his word, once he took off his military robe and armor and threw it on the wine cabinet to exchange for pear blossoms, but the soldiers laughed and said, "Gu Shuai, we still need beef, and you still have beef?" Can anything else be taken off?"

At that time, he had only a single white shirt left, but he smiled and nodded at them: "Wait for me."

"No way! Gu Shuai, you really don't want to treat your underpants as well!"

"That's not worth much..."

Gu Mang didn't intend to be underpants, but he was indeed penniless, so he leaned over to kiss the cheek of the laughing pretty widow under everyone's amazed and funny eyes.

The soldiers were silent, and the pretty widow was also stunned. The wine spoon was dripping and leaking wine. After a while, she suddenly realized that she started beating Gu Mang with the wine spoon——

"Shameless! Frivolous old lady!"

There was a lot of laughter.

Amidst the laughter and boos, Gu Mang was chased by the widow and ran all over the house, begging for mercy while running: "It's true! It's true! You're beautiful! You're beautiful!"

"I know I'm beautiful! You're handsome too! But you're too shameless, wouldn't you sneak up on me at night alone? You have to be in front of so many people! You're an apprentice!"

Deng Tuzi made a fuss, but he still didn't forget to shout shamelessly: "Yes, yes, I will come to you tomorrow night, and you can stay tonight, as long as you give us another two catties of beef, please!" Please, my girl."

"Bah! Since camping here, you have asked my mother for credit three times for beef, and this is the fourth time! Every time you say that you will date me late, you are a liar!"

The widow yelled, and her small fist hit the wooden board, and the wooden board cracked a crack.

The soldiers and ruffians fell down laughing.But after all, Gu Mang finally used his good-looking skin and the promise of "I'll ask you out tomorrow" to beg two extra catties of sauced beef from the widow for his brothers.

"Gu Shuai, you can really coax people..."

"That's a must." Gu Mang was triumphant, swaying, "I've been among thousands of flowers, and I've heard of it all over the world."

With such a coach, it’s no wonder that some teenagers said boldly at that time: “Don’t call them Wang Bajun, even if they are called Chicken Bajun, I will join the army for Gu Shuai!”

The friend next to him said with disgust: "Oh, you are so vulgar to read the sage's books in vain."

"Then what do you mean by elegance?"

"It's better to call it a halberd than a rooster. It means to stop soldiers and practice fighting."

The boy wowed and exclaimed, "Good name, I like it."

"...You won't, I'm just talking casually, who would like a name like 'halberd'? Isn't it embarrassing to call it? If you don't believe me, try it. If you call it a dog, the dog will be in a hurry with you .”

The young man said with a smile: "There are so many wonders in the world, and if they don't exist now, it doesn't mean they won't exist in the future. Our master Wang can be called bastard. I don't think it's impossible to call something else a halberd."

Fortunately, these remarks were not heard by Gu Mang, otherwise, who knows if he would have flattered him and changed himself to "Gu Mang, Commander of the Halberd Strike Army", and all the soldiers under him would suffer together.

The war is too harsh, only a lunatic like Gu Mang can be ingenious and keen to make jokes with the flames of war.Not only did he draw up the bugle number of the "Eighth Army", but he even drew the flag himself. The blue flag was ingeniously cut into the shape of a tortoise, and he left a vivid little tail.He cast a spell on the banner, making the tortoise roar every other stick of incense: "Bastards, bastards, majestic and heroic, with aura piercing the Changhong, and powerful in the world!!"

It can be said to be very shameful.

The first time he went to battle with this flag, he was ridiculed to death by the enemy general, but within a long time, the opponent's army of [-] monks was chased by Gu Mang's Wang Bajun, crying for his father and mother.After this battle, Gu Mang fought many battles, big and small, and won every time.

This directly led to the few years when he was the leader, those countries that were opposed to Chonghua changed their faces, and the scene that the hostile monks least wanted to see was probably the little turtle flag erected on the gunpowder field, Gu Shuaizong Ma came out, cleared his throat, and solemnly reported his family name:

"Hey, brother. I'm the commander of the Eighth Army, Gu Mang, and I'm here to teach you how to do it."

It would be shameful not to win against this young monk, and what is even more shameful is to report to his lord in tears when he returns home: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?

It was a nightmare.

For the soldiers of Chonghua, although Gu Mang was stubborn, he was quite charming.During that time, there were many people who respected him, and some even regarded Gu Mang's fallacious theory of "a humble name is easy to support" as their standard. Many children born at that time were unfortunately given humble names by their parents, and the trend was once like this of:

Chu Genzhuang.

Xue Tiezhu.

Ginger eggs hurt.

So after Mo Xi took over Wang Bajun, the first thing he did was to change the name of this ghostly Wang Bajun.

He would never allow his military registration record to become "Wang Bajun's coach Mo Xi".No way!

So Wang Bajun changed its name to the Northern Border Army, and brought it under Mo Xi's command. That black joke of unyielding blood and gunpowder ended in disgrace just like Gu Mang's famous name.

And those little tortoises who yelled wildly and roared "bad bastards, majestic and heroic", like a ridiculous joke in the mirror, will never appear on the vast battlefield again.

Everything has become very solemn again, there will be no flowers, no honey, no one will try hard to remember even the most insignificant name, no one will lead the soldiers to fight, except for heavy shirts for dirty wine. .

War returned to absolute cold-bloodedness and harshness.

Winter is coming.

It is probably for this reason that although most people in the Northern Frontier Army hate Gu Mang very much, when they mention Gu Mang, their emotions are different from ordinary people.

Especially those veterans of the "Eighth Army" who went in and out of the war with Gu Shuai, whenever they uttered the name Gu Mang, their eyes would be somewhat dazed.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that he would end up like this in the end."

"Mr. Wang Shu is a notoriously cruel official. It may be a bad luck for your majesty to hand Gu Mang over to him."

"It must be a dead body..."

A hero is not necessarily suspected by others, but a traitor must be punished by everyone.Only when the veterans of the Eighth Army of the past get together, they will chatter about things that have nothing to do with "hate".

At the end of the talk, some elderly people suddenly lost their interest: "Oh, what a nice person... If that incident hadn't happened back then, he wouldn't have—"

"Hush! Keep your voice down! How dare you bring up this old matter, don't die!"

The old soldier came to his senses "Ouch", thinking of what he almost said just now, the little drunkenness in his eyes immediately dissipated, and he couldn't help shivering.

The soldier next to him was still reminding him: "Now we are working under Shuai Mo. The person Mo Shuai hates the most is Gu Mang. It's not like you don't know his temper. If you really want him to hear it, you and I will eat tonight." I can't walk around!"

"Ah, ah, you are right, look at me, I am confused after drinking..."

The soldiers sitting around the firepit fell silent, staring blankly at the flames, each with their own concerns.After a long time, someone let out a murmured breath and said, "However, people will change. I can only say that this is Gu Shuai's fate."

"How many years have passed, why do you still call him Gu Shuai?"

"Oh, yes, Gu Mang, Gu Mang."

The night of the frontier was quiet, and the bonfire crackled, bursting out a string of gold that was more dazzling than starlight.

The slightly drunk veteran lay down on the ground with his arms under his head. He looked at the sky, the crape myrtle star was shining, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he muttered a series of words that only he could hear: "Oh, to be honest, Back then when I joined the army, I came here for Gu Mang. I even had a drink with him around a bonfire, and he had no airs at all. At that time... I looked at him and smiled at that time, and I thought , if one day he can die fighting for him, that would be considered a worthy death. Who knows that he will actually be..."

It would be such a fate.

The birds are gone, and the horn bow is hidden.

After using Gu Mang, the enemy country sent him back to Chonghua Kingdom as one of the gifts for the peace talks.This person has gone through ups and downs, seen all the wind and moon, once made a mistake and became a traitor, but he has no regrets and no return.

So what is self-binding?What is the meaning of many unrighteous deeds and self-death.

But having said that, although his fate was miserable, he was also to blame for it, and it was heartwarming to fall into a situation where these two sides were not happy.For a moment, almost everyone in Chonghua was looking forward to Gu Mang's ending.

Being headed by owls, Ling Chi, went to Tangyue, hacked into pieces, quartered by horses, even the little yellow-haired girl who could speak just now knew that she was curling her soft little tongue, and said vaguely to the adults: "We can't get past the introduction!" Don't think about it."

Ever since, Gu Mang and Gu Shuai, the former heroic leader of the Chonghua Kingdom, Mo Xi's old enemy.This legendary man who was once known as the "beast on the altar".

Finally, he lived up to everyone's expectations and became a "top one who doesn't want to read".

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Mo Ran: I think there are many small theaters in today's text.By the way, Gu Mang, you can’t name Ji Bajun, so I won’t settle the copyright fee with you. The problem lies in your military flag. If you called Wang Bajun, you cut down a turtle flag. If the halberd is called to stop the army, wouldn't it be necessary to cut a columnar flag, and then call chicken 8 chicken 8, majestic and heroic?

Gu Mang:? ? ?What's the matter with you, little brother?You went to the wrong place, Liao.

Chu Wanning: Mo Ran, you still don’t get back! ?

ps. Mo Ran and Mo Xi are not related by blood. The time of this article is probably a long, long, long, long time ago in the text of Er Gouzi... The mainland is still divided, there is no upper and lower cultivation world, only a divided kingdom.Some of the ancestors of old partners, the origins of some sects, and the causes and consequences of some old stories may also be mentioned later in the article, some are mentioned clearly, and some are difficult to find, probably like hidden easter eggs , waiting for the predestined person (hey, hey, hey) to discover by himself~ Mijiu~~