Soldiers Card System

The north wind blows, yellow sand bursts into the sky, and the yellow sand that swept the sky almost obscured the sunset.

With the sound of horses crying, hundreds of pack horses bowed their heads and drank water by the side of Zheng Qu.

Su Lu looked at the flooded bridge deck, and ordered: "If the order goes on, let's go from here, and cross the river one by one."

The messenger responded, and within a short while, the team moved. The guards moved ahead, tested the depth of the water and the width of the bridge deck, and after setting the road signs, the packhorses and carts proceeded in turn.

As the carriages passed by, the river gradually became muddy, and the location of the bridge deck gradually became unclear.

Mounder asked for instructions and said, "Duwei, let's go over. When it gets dark, the river will get colder."

Su Lu nodded, took off his boots, rolled up his pants, and walked directly across the river.

The river’s cold water seemed to be because in late autumn, the cold almost pierced the bone marrow, and the wind blew across the water and battered Su Lu’s calves, as if cutting with a knife.

Su Lu couldn't help thinking of an ancient poem that he had memorized, Wang Changling's tune.

Drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and wind is like a knife.

Pingsha is still not there, and I see Lintao in distress.

In the past, the Great Wall battle was highly motivated.

Huang Chen is full of modern and ancient times, and the bones are chaotic with basil.

The little mud guy beside him asked Su Lu excitedly: "My lord, how do you pronounce the first two sentences? They sound very sensible?"

Su Lu looked at the little mud, and said casually: "Drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife."

"We just spent the autumn river water after drinking horses. The water is bitterly cold and the wind is like a knife cut."

Little Mud nodded and said in agreement: "My lord, you are so knowledgeable. When I was a beggar, I couldn't eat enough to wear warm in winter. I was blown on my face by the wind. It was like a knife cut on my face. a feeling of."

"Drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife."

The little mud leaped, jumped out of the water, landed on the opposite bank, and exclaimed a few words in excitement.

The team passed Zheng Qu and continued to move forward. After a short time, there was a crowd of horseshoes in front of them.

Two scouts came straight up, and when they reached the road in Su Road, they pulled the reins, the horses neighed, and people stood up.

"Report, sir, Beizheng Daying dispatched the Dingxiang army, Governor Zhao Pu, to greet us, and he has arrived at the foot of Lintao Mountain."

Su Lu nodded: "Okay, you report to Governor Zhao Pu. Today we will camp under Lintao Mountain."

The scouts responded.

Su Lu also passed the order, and the team speeded up and rushed to Lintao Mountain before dark.

Little Mud didn't know if he liked poetry by nature, or he was stunned, and he chanted Su Lunian's two poems over and over all the way.

"Drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. Pingsha hasn't gone, and I will see Lintao in distress."

"Good poem, good poem."

A hearty and atmospheric voice sounded from the front, and a group of guards came galloping in, with silver light armor and phoenix wings, headed by Zhao Pu, the governor of the Dingxing Army.

"Which poem made by everyone, Su Duwei, you want to introduce me to it."

Before Zhao Puren arrived, the voice had reached his ears.

Su Lu patted the food bag under his **** and greeted Zhao Pu: "Dudu Zhao, here."

When Zhao Pu saw Su Lu, he rode his horse over, his face was full of eager expressions: "Lieutenant Su, you can introduce me to the person who chanted the poem just now, and Pu must thank you very much."

The little mud sitting on the cowl was dumbfounded.

Su Lu smiled and pointed to the little mud: "Dudu Zhao, this is everyone who chants poems."

Zhao Pu was stunned for a moment, but he obviously didn't look down on Little Mud who was young, and he respectfully bowed his fists to him:

"Little brother, great talent, can you chant those two poems just now, can you chant them again? After hearing them, Zhao felt sympathetic and hard to hold on to himself."

"Drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife?"

Xiao Niba looked at Zhao Pu suspiciously. What he had just read was these two sentences. He thought it was very good. Now Zhao Pu praises and Xiao Niba is also very happy. The poems of the adults are indeed very good. Beiyang's only talent in these years. Not for nothing.

Zhao Pu's eyes lit up, and he urged: "Yes, it's this one. Is there anything else in the back?"

Little Mud shook his head, and he remembered these two sentences. The latter was too long, and he didn't remember it, and it was even more impossible to recite them.

Zhao Pu is anxious: "Little brother, this poem has a very good mood. It must be everyone who can do this poem. Zhao Pu is willing to pass on it for generations, so that everyone can pass it on to Han."

"No, not only Han, but with these four sentences, you can also leave a name in the poetry world, and your name will be passed down through the ages."

"Little brother, if you can't do the remaining half, this chance of passing on forever is gone."

Zhao Pu looked a pity.

Little Mud pointed to Su Lu: "This poem was made by my adult. He has finished it. Just now I heard him read eight sentences, which is quite long."

When Zhao Pu heard the words, he turned his gaze to Su Lu, his expression faintly resentful, and it turned out to be what you did.

"Su Duwei, you can recite the following poems again, let me open my eyes, don't worry, you can come to Beizheng Daying, you can come to me to help you settle what happens."

Su Lu casually waved his hands and said:

"This is not what I did, it was done by a predecessor. I will recite it to you."

Su Lu read the poem again, Zhao Pu's eyes became as bright as a light bulb, and Su Lu looked like a rare panda:

"Lieutenant Su, you senior, are you in the army now?"

Without waiting for Su Lu's denial, he said to himself:

"Drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife, if I guess it is right, you have just crossed Zhengqu, how about it? Is the water cold?"

"Pingsha sun is still not there, I see Lintao sadly. Just now on the way I came, the north wind blew the sky and the yellow sand almost buried the sun. Well, we will camp under Lintao Mountain tonight."

"This section of the Great Wall was built during the Western Han Dynasty. It fought against the Xiongnu but made great contributions. The yellow sand all over the ground should look the same as the yellow sand thousands of years ago."

Zhao Pu, who was riding on the horse, still had a look on his face, and he was very satisfied with the taste of the song, as if a foodie was gnawing on a pig's feet.

"This predecessor of poetry, you are Su Duwei, right?"

Zhao Pu looked straight at Su Lu, before he waited for Su Lu's answer, he stood up with a high-pitched voice.

"Drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife..."

The sound of horseshoes, wrapped in the sound of poems, went away, the sound was melodious and fascinating.

At the foot of Lintao Mountain, the battalion was erected, carts formed a cart formation, surrounded by unloaded grain and grass and pack horses. The guards all relied on the cart formation to set up their own sleeping nests.

Beside a fire, Zhao Pu looked at Su Lulian and shook his head, with a look of incomprehension: "This is a good poem, and it will only increase your fame if you spread it out. You are still hiding Su Duwei, it's not authentic. Up."

"I'm telling you, Brother Su, when this poem is spread to the capital, you will definitely become the friend of our veteran on the battlefield. When I look back, I will read this poem to my grandfather. If you let him go up and down the fire, he will definitely do it."

"shameless."

Su Lu said with a smile.

Zhao Pu looked upset: "I just praised myself as a veteran on the battlefield, and it's much better than you, a guy who wrote poems but didn't dare to recognize."

"Hey, Brother Su, don't tell me, this poem really tastes me good. When I came to Xuanfu Jiedu Mansion as a soldier, I made a lot of money this time. I listened to two poems in a row. I am so happy. "

"Morning starts to conquer the duo, the guest travels to the hometown of sorrow..."

In the voice of Zhao Pu's duckling, Su Lu was stunned. This is another poem that you made a lot of money...