Seiwa

Meng Qingjiang was tricked again involuntarily, and every time he looked at Meng Qinghe, he expressed his strong desire to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and sleep on his skin.

The former military arsenal commander with a big bag on his head showed great kindness to Meng Qinghe, walking on the road, sometimes looking back and smiling, with the coquettishness of a literati and the brightness of a warrior, his dusty face It is full of emotions of meeting bosom friends in wine and seeing each other late.

When a certain messenger sneaked away again, the former doctor came up to Meng Qinghe and sighed: "Little friend, the ability of pumice, stone and wood is rare in the world, and he is really a role model for my generation. If you are an official in the court, you will be able to subdue him." It's a pity to abandon the pen and join the army. If I have a little friend with one-third of the ability, I won't end up like this, woohoo! In other words, don't you really think about it again? If you want to take the imperial examination again, It’s not impossible, I can introduce you…”

Meng Qinghe looked at him like he was looking at an out-and-out lunatic.This person is already like this, so why recommend him?

The former doctor must have suffered a concussion, and there is no sign of recovery in the short term.

With the continuation of the journey, Meng Qingjiang practiced the peerless martial art of killing people with his eyes all the time, Meng Hu was always upright, kind and radiant, the former doctor was tireless when he seized the opportunity, Meng Qinghe became haggard like a withered cactus.

Heart tired, body tired.

The transportation business in the Ming Dynasty was still in its infancy, the road conditions were poor, and there was a lack of means of transportation. In the frontier fortresses, higher-end carriages were legendary myths.

Under such circumstances, the future generations only need a few hours' drive, and Meng Qinghe and others just walked for a few days.Coupled with the "Tang Monk spirit" of the former doctor from time to time, when he finally arrived at the destination and saw the tall city wall of Kaipingwei, Meng Qinghe almost fell to the ground and cried loudly.

Freed, finally freed!

There is nothing more uncomfortable than being "Tang Monk" by others, and he finally realized the pain of Sun Xingzhe.If he had known this earlier, he would never have kicked Meng Qingjiang that way!

"Here is the place."

The two police officers were obviously used to escorting prisoners to the frontier fortress, they walked to the gate of the city familiarly, and the soldiers guarding the city were actually acquaintances, and the first sentence of greeting was: "What rank of officials are you this time? How come there is only one? Could it be that everyone has been chopped off? You don’t know, we are short of people during this period of time.”

Meng Qinghe was in cold sweat when he heard this, it can be seen that it has become a trend for prisoners to be exiled into the army, and it is really uncommon for them not to come a few times a month.

Ming Taizu, mighty and domineering!

The messenger brought the former doctor into the city. Meng Qinghe took a step forward and handed over the dental plaque and road guide. When the soldier checked the dental plaque, he looked up at the city gate and the earthen wall covered with bricks, and his chest surged. An emotion similar to a mixture of boldness and desolation.

Kaipingwei was an important frontier defense site for the Ming Dynasty to defend the northern border. It was once the capital of the Yuan Dynasty.Emperor Shizu of the Yuan Dynasty ascended the throne here, and Emperor Yuanshun was driven to Yingchang from here. After a hundred years of wind and rain, it witnessed the rise and fall of a dynasty, and witnessed the ups and downs of the nomads and the Han Dynasty in the war at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Splendor, glory, chaos, fire.

There are traces of rebuilding with mud and rubble on the city wall. Six of the original seven gates have been closed, and only the south gate is left to enter and exit.The word Kaiping on the top of the city gate is soaked in yellow sand, with a kind of historical weight, which precipitates the hard bones and toughness of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

Closing his eyes, the scene of thousands of troops fighting on the grassland could not help appearing in his mind.

People scolded horses, swords flashed and blood was drawn, and the wind blowing from the grassland seemed to smell of blood.

This is not a game, nor a dream, but everything that is real.

He is really living here, in the Ming Dynasty 600 years ago.

Here are his loved ones, everything he will fight for now and in the future.

"Twelve Lang?"

The soldiers guarding the city gate had already checked the tooth cards, but Meng Qinghe didn't respond for a long time. It wasn't until Meng Hu patted him that he came back to his senses with a loud sound. He squeezed his fist and smiled apologetically at the soldier's curious gaze, " Trouble."

Taking the tooth card from the soldier, Meng Qinghe took a deep breath, and was about to step into the city when the soldier's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed Meng Qinghe by the collar, "Hurry up and enter the city!"

The soldiers guarding the city carried Meng Qinghe into the city like a cat. Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu followed closely behind. When the sound of horns came from the top of the city, Meng Qinghe struggled to turn his head and saw the man wearing a tripe jacket. The infantry and strong men carrying agricultural tools were gathering from all sides, rushing towards the gate of the city. There were also dozens of horses without saddles. Five or six infantry waved their whips, desperately driving them into the city.

"quick!"

The gates of the city were finally closed, and it is unknown whether anyone was still left outside the city.

Meng Qinghe leaned against the city wall, panting heavily, and puffs of thick black smoke rose in the distant sky, which was a warning of the invasion of foreign enemies.

The soldiers who carried him into the city had long since disappeared. According to Meng Hu, they climbed the city wall.

The Ming army and strong men who poured into the city did not see much panic on their faces. They counted their horses and checked their weapons in an orderly manner. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It is not uncommon to come here several times a year.

Either the Bei Yuan came over, or the Ming army passed.Even though Beiyuan had been beaten from a regular army to a guerrilla, this kind of good-neighborly mutual visits never stopped.

But Meng Qinghe couldn't do it so easily. He had just arrived in Kaipingwei, and before he had time to go to the relevant department to report, he met the Tartars.

"Twelve Lang, what should we do?"

Meng Qinghe smacked his lips, and Ming soldiers wearing big red looped jackets walked by from time to time, but they didn't seem to notice the three living people at all.Until a general banner with a scar on his face "discovered" these three "obtrusive" ones, pressed the knife with one hand, came over and asked loudly, "Who are you waiting for?! Why are you here?"

With that tone, there was a posture of pulling out the knife if a word was wrong, and chopping in half.

Meng Qinghe knew that he could not continue to make the set boards, so he could only take a step forward, explaining honestly, and did not forget to hand out the dental plaque and guides that he carried with him. This is simply a talisman, isn't it?

"Biaoxia just arrived today, and there is no time to report it." Meng Qinghe tried his best to express the identities of himself, Meng Hu and the other three in the most concise language, "Biaoxia's father and brother died at the hands of the Tartars. The hatred is irreconcilable! It is to avenge the father and brother and volunteer to join the army!"

What he said was upright and awe-inspiring, and the more he spoke, the more confident he became.

Unexpectedly, Master Zongqi looked at him up and down after listening to his words, with an increasingly suspicious expression on his face.

"You take the initiative to join the army?"

"Of course!"

"You want to kill the Tartars to avenge your father and brother?"

"Of course!"

"So you're a scholar? Did you pass the Tongsheng exam?"

"Of course!"

"Sure?"

"really!"

"...Is your brain normal?" Mr. Zongqi muttered, "Could it be a fool?"

"Master Zongqi," Meng Qinghe puffed out his chest, and said righteously, "You can question my personality, but you can't insult my IQ!"

Mr. Zongqi seemed to be convinced by him, he grinned, the scar on his face distorted with his smile, maybe he just wanted to be amiable, but he didn't want to, but his face became more and more ferocious.

"Okay! A good man should kill the enemy and serve the country. Don't learn from those sour guys. He's always in the mood. If something happens, he doesn't have the skills! Even though it's like you... In short, as long as you have the heart!"

The corners of Meng Qinghe's mouth twitched. Why do these compliments always sound like scolding?

"My surname is Ma, and I hold the post of Chief Banner under the command of Shen Baihu in the West City Guard. Since you want to kill the Tartars, you should come to Laozi's hands and keep them so that your wish can be fulfilled! Not to mention fighting with the Tartars for a day , two or three times a month."

"Mr. Ma's righteousness is so righteous to Yuntian, and I am grateful for the mark..."

"It's easy to say!" Ma Zongqi waved his hand, "Come on, go up to the tower with me! Don't worry, if you accidentally die, I will let the brothers collect the body for you!"

"..."

"why are you crying?"

"The mark is touching..."

"Don't be too grateful, this is what I should do."

Meng Qinghe continued to wipe away tears, "Thank you to the eighteen generations of Ma Zongqi's ancestors! This statement comes from the heart, truer than pearls!"

"..."

The scar on Ma Zongqi's face twitched again, and the feeling at this moment was the same as that of Meng Qinghe before.

While speaking, Meng Qinghe was pulled up to the city wall by Ma Zongqi, looking far away, on the grassland in the distance, the Northern Yuan cavalry gathered like ants.

Hundreds of war horses galloped fast, sweeping past in a fan shape, and when they got close, they seemed to be able to hear the shouts of the knights on horseback.

All the people at the top of the city were waiting in battle, with their long bows outstretched, crossbows gleaming with cold light, and long knives out of their sheaths, half of the soldiers' faces were illuminated by the light of the knives, and the scarlet war jackets seemed to be stained with blood in an instant.