The happy life of the devil and the devil

Except for the Jinwu Guard, Habayashi Guard, and Hussar Guard who were ordered to garrison the capital, the rest of the Northern Liang army only left some individuals in the capital for symbolic purposes.Xuanjiawei's permanent army in Beijing is only 500 people, 1000 of which are the personal guards that follow Ling Yucheng regularly, and the remaining [-] people are trained in rotation from the Qingzhou garrison, and they will be replaced every other month.

Because the triumphant return is the big hunting, and the Longevity Festival is immediately followed by the big hunting. Xi Jun stayed in the capital until the Wanshou Festival was over, and then brought all his troops and escorted the last batch of luggage back to Qingzhou.

Speaking of which, the risk of the Jianmenguan battle was indeed high enough, and the rewards were extremely rich—according to the request in advance and the agreement reached with General Xiaowu, [-]% of everything captured at Jianmenguan would go to the outside of the palace, and the other [-]% All the gold and silver in the treasury belonged to the Xuanjiawei, and the large items that were not easy to transport, such as grain, grass, equipment and armor, all went into the pockets of the Xiaoqiwei.In Ling Yucheng's words, "It's enough to pay you ten years' salary..."

However, everyone thought that the adults were willing to pay this price just to make General Xiaowu promise to treat the people of Jianmen Pass as kindly as possible, and they could only admit it while sighing relative to each other.For many years in northern Xinjiang, those are the elders of their hometown, and there are so many disabled military households among the people. They really let their homes be ransacked by Xiaowuwei, and they fell to the point where their families were completely empty. Even if they didn't do it themselves, they couldn't bear it. .

It took quite a while on the road because we were walking slowly with the baggage.By the time Ding Bai, the deputy captain of Ling Yucheng's personal guards, led the next team to the capital from Qingzhou, October had already come to an end, and the first snow in the capital had already fallen and melted, and even the ground was completely dry It's been a few days.

Ding Bai glanced around on the horse's back, and quickly looked away again.

The closer you get to the capital, the more men bury their heads in ditches and roadsides, and take advantage of the fact that the ground is not yet frozen, and hurry up to repair roads and ditches.Unlike previous years, besides the farmers in the nearby villages, there were also many prisoners of war who had just been released from prison and were driven to the outskirts of Beijing to serve as corvée.

Digging ditches and building roads is heavy work, and most of the people who come out to work are the pillars of the family, wives and children, even if they are hungry and cold, they have to let the men wear two buns and wear as thick as possible.Those who direct the work are either the village chiefs or the small officials from the villages and counties. When the year is good, the porridge and rice in the big pot are thick, and occasionally there is a scent of meat.

Compared with farmers, the treatment of prisoners of war is several times worse.The north wind in early winter was blowing, but most of the people were dressed in tattered single clothes and bare feet, some of them were still tied with heavy shackles.There were soldiers watching over him, and they moved a little bit slowly, or they slipped and fell to the ground, maybe it was the whip that was whipped down.Say something back, or even if your eyes are a little disrespectful when you look up, the shining swords and guns will immediately force you over...

It was a prisoner of war from the Northern Xinjiang Camp.That is, Pao Ze and his brothers who once fought side by side with them and defended each other with life and blood.

Ding Bai turned his head abruptly.Don't intervene, the adults have already ordered that those prisoners of war and Xuanjiawei have long been on the same side, and rashly intervening will not benefit at all except to pay for their own people...

He reined in the horse carefully, avoiding the burden of earth and rocks, reining in and walking slowly.As far as the eye can see, the prisoners of war who are pushing the carts are all yellow and emaciated. Among the tattered clothes, you can often see protruding ribs. The bare feet are covered with frostbite and blood scabs, and they are staggering step by step among the gravel on the ground.From time to time, someone fell headlong to the ground, struggled for a while under the whip of the guard sergeant, and then gritted his teeth with difficulty to get up.

Not far away, another tall man fell to the ground with a plop.

The man was quite stubborn, the supervisor's leather whip whipped around his head, he just hugged his head tightly and curled up into a ball, and he couldn't hear half a scream.Xu Shi was so annoyed by this silent and resolute resistance attitude, the overseer first swung his whip, and then yelled and cursed, while cursing, his fists and toes rained down, kicking and beating the man all over the ground.

"Brother Gao!" Suddenly there was a scream from the crowd, a young man put down his burden full of dirt, and threw himself on the tall man, just in time to block the overseer's kick, "Brother Gao... wants to beat me!"

"Little bastard!" With the sound of the whip tearing through the air, a blood groove immediately opened on the boy's thin back, and then he was picked up by the supervisor like a chicken, and flew out with a punch.However, this flutter and cry was like a spark falling on a dry wood poured with kerosene, three or five, a dozen or so, and finally one or two hundred nearby prisoners of war put down the things on their hands and shoulders one after another, Without making a sound, they gathered towards the tall man rolling on the ground.

"What are you doing? Are you going to rebel!" The overseer's face changed drastically. He held the waist knife with one hand and the copper whistle hanging on his chest with the other.However, he didn't need to blow the police whistle, the patrolling guards had already surrounded them, unsheathed their knives and guns, unsheathed their bows and arrows, and pointed at the group of silent, angry and unarmed prisoners...

"Ahem, everyone go back." In the tense atmosphere that was about to explode, the tall man finally stood up shaking, and turned to his comrades who were clustered around him. "Go back to work... I'm fine."

He seemed to be quite prestigious among this group of people. As soon as he said a word, the surrounding prisoners of war could only silently bow their heads even though their faces were full of reluctance.Ding Bai watched the Beiliang soldiers relax their swords and guns, and just as he sank his heart back into his stomach, he heard low voices singing from the crowd.

"I don't mean to say that I have no clothes, and I share the same robe with my son. Wang Yuxing master, repaired my spear, and shared my hatred with my son..."

One by one, those ragged, disheveled, barefoot men, with faces as dark as iron, stood shoulder to shoulder and puffed up their chests, singing the familiar military song they had been taught since they joined the army.

"Don't you say that you have no clothes? You share the same luster with your son. Wang Yuxing master, repair my spear and halberd, and work together with your son..."

That sound came from the call of the blood!

That beat that shakes the soul!

During the triumphant return, during the military parade, when the training was too exhausting to move, when facing the rain of swords, guns and arrows with your chest upright, when you held the ashes of your comrades in arms and enshrined them in the military shrine...

Ding Bai's expression changed drastically.

Looking back, almost all the veterans who followed the adults from Yuxia had tears in their eyes.Everyone turned their heads and stared into the distance, opened and closed their lips silently, and chanted softly following the familiar song of the prisoners of war:

"No clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son. The king Yu Xingshi, repairing my armored soldiers, and walking with my son..."

Screams sounded.

I don't know whether he wanted to show his prestige or threatened, but a Beiliang soldier with a pistol in his hand finally stabbed the point of the pistol into the chest of the prisoner in front of him.

Blood burst out.

The blood and death caused the situation, which had cooled down a little, to slip into the abyss of being out of control.

On one side were hundreds of unarmed prisoners of war, and on the other side were a dozen well-equipped soldiers.In normal times, such a balance of power would be enough to make the prisoners bow their heads and obey their ears. Even if they were whipped all over the ground by the supervisor's whip, they would only dare to get up and work honestly.But at this moment, even though the gun was stabbed into the chest, and the steel knife was cut on the arm to splatter blood, they just gritted their teeth, silently closed the circle, and pushed towards the Beiliang soldiers who instinctively gathered in an array step by step.

People kept falling.Some people struggled to get up and continued to move forward with the support of their companions, while others fell to the ground.However, this small, silent queue has never stopped moving forward.

The sharp and trembling police whistle finally rang.

Ding Bo blew the copper whistle almost at the same time—at the same time, he squeezed the horse's belly with both legs, and reined in his hands fiercely. At the same time, the two war horses who received the opposite order gave a long hiss, raised their front hooves, and raised their legs. Highlanders stand up!

"Everyone!" Amid the high-pitched neighing of the horses, he shouted with the loudest voice: "Full speed ahead—"

The moment the horseshoe hit the ground, several prisoners of war staggered and fell.

"Third Brother——"

In the queue that was barely suppressed by Ding Bai, a cavalryman screamed and urged his horse to rush out, and threw himself on the prisoner of war who fell to the ground and vomited blood in the crowd.

In the distance, shouts were like thunder.Hearing the sound, the troops who had come for reinforcements reined in their horses uniformly, and arrows rained down like waterfalls.

"...So you guys just started fighting like this?" After going out of the city for military training routinely, and rushing over after receiving an urgent report, Ling Yucheng looked around at the mess in front of him, and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Yes—the subordinate is incompetent!" Ding Bai knelt in front of him with a face full of shame, barely daring to raise his head.This time the disaster was really serious—even though he tried his best to stop it, more than 200 people still joined the battle group. The first [-] Beiliang soldiers who supervised the work were all wiped out, and more than a hundred people who heard the police came to rescue were killed or injured.Worst of all, they didn't have an iota of reason from start to finish!

There is no need for him to plead guilty, Ling Yucheng's face is already gloomy.Because my brother rushed out rashly and was injured, fought back angrily, clashed with the friendly troops who came to support, and finally turned into a group fight—no, this is no longer a group fight, it is simply a medium-scale battle!If he was unlucky, he would be accused of rebellion, and he, the chief general of Xuanjiawei, would have nothing to say!

It happened to be the hussars who were fighting!It wasn't Huben Wei, who had already made a feud and fought, and it wasn't Habayashi Wei, who had always had a good relationship, but it was a Hussar Guard with high authority, whose family even called His Majesty Uncle!

They can really cause trouble!

"It's been beaten, what do you do with the prisoners back?" Dozens of prisoners wrapped in winter clothes temporarily lent by the Xuanjia Army, kneeling and shivering on the ground came into view, and Ling Yucheng's face became more and more gloomy.Those prisoners of war are still the trophies of Tiger Benwei!Very good, murder and robbery, this bastard has used all his tricks, why don't you set him on fire by the way!

On the contrary, people who knew that they were afraid and had used their hands were all tied up one by one, and they knelt down neatly on the ground.Those who kill someone kneel on one side, those who don't kill someone kneel on the other side.Others who didn't do anything, but all of them were half short at the top of the team, and all of them lowered their heads and shrunk their heads, not daring to meet his shocked gaze.

Now think of him as a general!What did he do earlier? He had issued repeated orders before, ordering not to interfere with the affairs of those prisoners of war. Have these bastards been thrown out of the sky!

"Who was the first to rush out?"

He rushed out of the queue after shouting "Third Brother". The guy who caused this incident was one of the few who had not been tied up—and couldn't stand being tied up again. The opening, lying flat on a reed mat, exhales more air than inhales.Seeing Ling Yucheng's icy eyes sweeping towards him, he barely stood up, and tears flowed like a fountain before he could speak:

"My lord, this subordinate deserves to die—but they beat me, and it was my third brother who was almost beaten to death by them! My own brother! He wanted to come here with your lord, but he couldn't escape..."

Weep blood every word.

Ling Yucheng clearly understood the pleading in his eyes.

Save my brother—that young man with a childish face raised his last breath, looking up at him in the dim winter sun, his eyes wide open, full of undisguised trust and longing.

Among the captives on the other side, there was also someone who looked over worriedly. His appearance and figure were five or six points similar to the young man at Ling Yucheng's feet. It was obvious at a glance that he was the "third brother" who became the boss.Although he was tightly bound, he could still see bloody wounds on his body. Because his clothes were thin and he had not had enough to eat for a long time, his complexion was a little grayer than that of his seriously injured brother.

...It's a pity, even for me who you all look up to, there are things that I can't do even if I try my best.

"He Liu," Ling Yucheng withdrew his gaze after only one glance, and his face turned purely cold at this moment: "Give me an order to close the gate of the camp, and no one is allowed to enter or leave. Except for the guards, everyone is given I'm going to gather at the school grounds!"

The author has something to say: the last two chapters have been revised.

Xiao Ling, you can kneel for another night and wave your hands so that you can leave~~~~ I will let you go when I finish changing~~

When writing this paragraph, I always think of "My Regiment Leader, My Regiment".

Separated by the river bank, if you want to return, you can't return. There is no way out, and there are pursuers behind.If you want to cross the river, you have to prove your identity to the guards on the other side, and their military uniforms and weapons prove that everything has been turned into dust with the defeat...

So they started singing, singing the military song they had been taught by political workers since they joined the army:

"Don't you see, the army at the end of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is tied to the captive, please have a long tassel,

See you, Ban Dingyuan, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhanyun!

The man should be in serious danger. How can he let the Confucian crown miss this life?

The situation is that the country is in danger, and the eggs are exhausted, and the feathers are struggling to stop!

Abandon my old pen, take my wartime pen,

One call for more than one hundred thousand comrades, sang war hymns and joined the army.

Qi Congjun, clean Hu Chen, vowed to sweep away the widows in spite of themselves!

Forbearance lightly breaks homesickness, and generously offers service to the country..."

When I read this passage, I burst into tears.

Some things are engraved in the bones.

There are some things that can only be possessed by the great power of China for 5000 years and passed down from generation to generation.

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