Seiwa

The setting sun was like blood, and the grasslands were full of corpses of fallen people and horses.

The defeated Northern Yuan cavalry, those who were lucky enough to be alive, fled north in a hurry.This time, when they came out to hunt grass valleys, not only did they fail to harvest, but they suffered heavy losses. In the next few days, Kaipingwei and the nearby Tunwei should be able to survive much more safely.

Although, the time may be short.

At nightfall, the corpses of the dead Ming army had been restrained, and the dead war horses would not be wasted. The taste of horse meat was not good, but it was still a meaty meal.

Doctors from the army and from the city were summoned, and wounded horses were cared for better than wounded soldiers.

It's funny, but it's true that people are inferior to horses.

Meng Qinghe sat by the fire, Ma Zongqi died, and he personally brought Ma Zongqi's body back from the battlefield.Of the several frontier soldiers who once laughed at him at the top of the city, only two are still alive today.

This is the cruelty of war, the life of frontier fortresses.

Confusion and bewilderment did not trouble Meng Qinghe for too long. Once the brain used to thinking calmed down from the fear of death and bloodshed, it would start to analyze and then make a decision.

The flames flickered, and a large piece of roasted horse meat was suddenly handed over. Meng Qinghe turned his head and grinned. He was half an acquaintance in front of him. He was the archer who made fun of him on the top of the city before.

"Eat."

The archer stuffed the horse meat into Meng Qinghe's hand, and handed him a dagger by the way. Living in the frontier all year round, his habits have become a little different.Many frontier soldiers are no longer used to using chopsticks, but often carry a dagger instead.

This kind of frontier army is the most fierce. Even the Duoyan Sanwei under King Ning may not be their opponents alone.

Climbing out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, they are no longer used to fighting with people normally, and once they make a move, they will risk their lives.

Half of the horse meat was charred black, sprinkled with some salt, and smelled good. When you cut it open with a dagger, you could see strands of blood.

Meng Qinghe lowered his eyes, stuck the dagger on the ground with his backhand, and took a big bite, like a wolf cub who tasted blood for the first time, tearing viciously.

If he wants to survive here, he must adapt to everything here.

Clever, cunning, and deceiving people, in the face of absolute strength and toughness, his life cannot be guaranteed 100%.

There is a phrase called "Three Examinations of Myself", which Meng Qinghe thinks is quite suitable for him now.

While eating the meat, a smell of rust kept rushing into the nostrils. I don't know whether it is the undercooked horse meat or the unwashed blood left on the hands.

Archer looked at Meng Qinghe until he had finished eating a whole piece of horse meat, then suddenly laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Success, only people like you can survive here."

Meng Qinghe smiled, sincerely.That slightly childish face unconsciously carried an inexplicable charm.

The archer suddenly remembered the prairie foxes he met outside the city, with their smooth fur, and the prairie wolves were hungry, but they could still eat.

Shaking your head, think too much?

"Speaking of which, you're lucky. It's the first time you meet a Tartar. Those who can survive will not die so early." The archer pulled up the dagger that Meng Qinghe had stuck on the ground, stood up, "Mr. Ma Bad luck for the flag, I don’t know which grandson will be the next general flag.”

Meng Qinghe listened to Bowling's nagging without interjecting, he knew that the man in front of him just needed a listener.

A brother who was cooking in a pot disappeared in a blink of an eye. The years in the frontier fortress, I don’t know how many days like this I have to go through.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the archers stood up and patrolled the city with a few infantry from the same banner. Meng Qinghe remembered his name, Gao Mingfu, a very common name, but Meng Qinghe remembered it very well.

At this moment, he remembered that he didn't know Ma Zongqi's name.

Is it funny?

He just wants to cry.

Putting his hands behind his back, he took a long breath and let it out again, but his chest was still congested.

Simply close your eyes, open your mouth, and use all your strength to roar out: "You are mighty and majestic, the man who sets the horse... You are mighty and majestic, man... You are mighty and majestic... You are majestic..."

Don't blame him for stereo playback, because he only knows this sentence.

After the yelling, Meng Qinghe felt relieved. No wonder depressed people always like to find a place where no one is around to yell. It is indeed refreshing.

Thirty steps away, a slender figure holding a horse staggered, almost tripped over his left foot and fell to the ground with his right foot.

Several frontier soldiers passing by with torches looked at each other, and a question arose in their hearts at the same time, which bastard is not sleeping in the middle of the night and howling like a wolf? !

The next day, a fast horse rode to the post station before dawn. The knight carried a report from the commander Xu Zhong. Remain.

At the end of the report, Xu Zhong specifically mentioned Shen Xuan, saying that he was extremely brave in this battle. He led a group of cavalry into the battle, took the lead, and beheaded no less than a dozen enemies.

King Yan of Beiping Mansion also got the news. When playing chess with Monk Daoyan, he praised repeatedly, "My brother's son, Qilin'er."

The elder brother that King Yan spoke of was not his own brother, but Shen Liang, the adoptive son of Emperor Hongwu.

Emperor Hongwu had 26 biological sons, 20 daughters, and adopted more than [-] adopted sons. Together, they can almost make up two platoons.

Shen Xuan's father, Shen Liang, was one of them. Before he reached the age of forty, he made great military exploits and even saved the life of King Yan.She was supposed to be rich and prosperous, lying on the bed counting money and watching beautiful women grow old, but she didn't want to be impeached by the censor many times for her life style problems, and she was almost involved in the Lanyu rebellion case.Emperor Hongwu was furious. Although Shen Liang saved his life, he lost his sacred heart.

Fortunately, he has a very good friendship with King Yan. King Yan took command of the northern desert twice, and this righteous brother was in the army.Unfortunately, in the 29th year of Hongwu, during King Yan's second northern expedition, the sworn brother relapsed and died in the army.

Shen Xuan inherited his father's military talents. At the age of 17, he made great achievements in the Northern Expedition of the Great Army and joined the Yanshan Zuowei. In layman's terms, he was the pro-army of King Yan.A year later, he was entrusted with the secret order of the King of Yan and went to Kaipingwei to serve.

Shen Xuan is a member of the King Yan faction whose roots are Zhengmiaohong. Although his father was confiscated, he still has the status of righteous relatives with Emperor Hongwu.

Kaipingwei Commander Xu Zhong and Zheng Qianhu knew that he was a hot potato, but they still had to follow.

From now on, you have to watch carefully and make no mistakes. After all, Shen Xuan's father left him a single seedling, and King Yan also regarded him as his own nephew. What happened, I can't afford it!

Unexpectedly, Shen Xuan met the Tartars offenders not long after he arrived, and he personally led the cavalry out of the city to fight.

Xu Zhong clicked his tongue, this is a tiger cub!

Zheng Qianhu's head is getting bigger, but fortunately, Shen Xuan's force value is astonishing, and Haofa came back with no injuries and beards, otherwise, he should consider whether to hang himself with a rope or find a brick to shoot himself to death. To make a disability.

Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, only Shen Xuan's credit for the big book can be regarded as an explanation to King Yan.

As the saying goes, it's never too late to mend a dead sheep.

It doesn't matter whether it is suitable for the occasion, in short, the meaning is probably that.They are all rough people, and it is quite good to be able to hold back such an elegant word.

After the request for meritorious service was sent out, white flags were raised on a wasteland outside Kaiping City, and the yellow paper money was blown away by the wind, carrying unburned sparks and black debris.

A yin and yang student recited a sacrificial oration that Meng Qinghe couldn't understand aloud, and he could only vaguely hear a few sentences from the drawn-out tone, "Soul Xi...return..."

The north wind is desolate, white flags dance wildly in the wind, there are still bloodstains on the grassland, and among the white clouds in the sky, there are eagles singing loudly.

Meng Qinghe, together with other frontier soldiers, stepped on the ground hard, shouting words he didn't understand at all.

All the anger, sadness, confusion, and fear seemed to go away with this roar.

Ten years later, a hundred years later, no one will know that there is such a group of people in the frontier of Daming, such a funeral, such a roar that seems to tear the earth apart.

What I remember, maybe only the wind blowing across the grassland, the border towns eroded by yellow sand, and the bones buried in foreign lands.

After returning to the city, Meng Qinghe finally remembered to report to the City Experience Department, and he officially settled in Kaiping Wei's home.

Experienced in charge of file survey and cooperation, soldier assessment and cashier documents, etc.There is one person with experience, surnamed Liu, who is the only "civilian" in the guard.

Liu Jingli stands in the past years, looks very scholarly, and has a very easy-going attitude. He speaks and shuts his words in a nonchalant way. In the Kaiping Guard where there are burly men and powerful killers everywhere, he can be regarded as a "wonderful flower".

Meng Qinghe felt that Liu Jinghe was a good person. If he didn't immediately show an expression of "absolutely impossible" when he heard that he had been beheaded twice, Meng Qinghe would be happy to be friends with Liu Jinghe.

But now, this possibility is infinitely approaching zero.

Leaving the experience department, Meng Qinghe's dental plaque on his waist is no longer the original one. From a big soldier to a small flag, it can be regarded as a qualitative leap to manage ten people under his command?

Meng Xiaoqi was not on duty today, and when he got home, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang were beating each other.The house they live in is in the west of the city. It is a loess house with two entrances. Some of the wood on the doors and windows has decayed. It must have been unoccupied for a while.

This did not bother Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang, but within two days, the door and windows were changed, and even the roof was repaired.

When Meng Qinghe came back, the two were working together to make a wooden bed. The frontier fortress was cold at night, and sleeping on the ground would cause illness sooner or later.

"Twelve Lang is back."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Meng Hu raised his head and smiled brightly. Meng Qingjiang remained silent, but he did not look at Meng Qinghe like he did a few days ago.

"Well, it's hard work for the fourth brother and the fifth brother."

Meng Qinghe walked to the bed which was about to be completed, tapped with his fingers, and was just about to tell about the granting of the land when he heard someone from outside reporting that Shen Baihu had an invitation.

Meng Qinghe stood up, shaking his head, Shen Baihu?

Come to think of it, half of the ten people under his command are fresh recruits, and the other half are prisoners and their family members. The former arsenal officer of the Ministry of War is now serving orders under him.And his little flag was under the command of Shen Baihu in Qianhu Office in the west of the city.

In the military system of the Ming army, the small banners were the lowest-level officers, the general banners were the superiors of the small banners, and the top of the general banners were the hundred households.

Meng Qinghe couldn't guess the reason why Shen Baihu summoned him. The only possibility was that after he was promoted, he voluntarily asked to guard the watchtower outside the city.

But this is not a big deal, worthy of a special call by Lord Baihu?

What's more, since he is so enlightened, the chances of being praised should be higher?

Meng Qinghe went out in a daze, not knowing at all what impact what was about to happen would have on his future life.

If he knew...he still had to go, many things were preordained, and there was no need to discuss them at all.

All Meng Qinghe can do is open roads across mountains and build bridges when encountering water, even if the mountains are the Himalayas and the water is the Mississippi River.