[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

It was a bitterly cold winter outside, with heavy snow falling, but the tents in the Qing army garrison were indeed warm and comfortable.

Yong Jue was lying on the felt, wrapped in thick fur, leaning against reading a book, with a bottle of wine by his hand, living a comfortable life.

"Brother Wu Zaku, are you there?" Someone outside the tent suddenly called out.

"I'm here, come in." Yong Jue raised his head and shouted.

However, what surprised him was that it was Bandi who came?

"Marshal?" Yong Jue hurriedly propped himself up and sat up.

"You are injured, lie down quickly," Bandi held him, and said with a kind smile, "How do you feel these two days?"

"It's much better, but the military doctor had to tell me to lie down, otherwise I would have been wandering around." Yong Jue smiled and rubbed his head.

"That's good," Bandi nodded reassuringly, "There are too few of us who survived until the reinforcements arrived, and all of us were injured. I was wondering whether to send them to Horqin to be raised first, and come back in spring , Junggar is still colder."

Yong Jue saw that he didn't mean to say anything, so he started chatting cooperatively.

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The next day, Bandi and E Rong'an, who hadn't slept all night, finally gave up the idea of ​​suicide, cheered up and gathered their troops, preparing to fight Amursana to the death.

"Brothers, all of us are great heroes who made it here. I want to say that you have worked hard!" Ban Di stood in front and spoke solemnly, "I know everyone is going to be overwhelmed and homesick. I miss my parents, I want to live. Today I called everyone together because I have something to announce, this—”

"This is a letter of invitation. Those who are willing to fight with me to the end, leave their names behind. Those who are not willing can leave now, and I will never stop them." Bandi shook the sheepskin in his hand: "I I will not interfere with everyone's going or staying, but I have a few words in front. I will always keep this piece of paper, no matter whether the band is dead or alive, I will definitely let this paper be heard by the heavens, and the Qing Dynasty will not treat it badly. Warriors who died in defense of the frontier."

E Rongan examined the expressions of everyone, and said lightly: "If you are determined to leave, then go, but remember, when we meet on the battlefield in the future, we will fight to the last person and shed the last drop of blood, please Don't hesitate, everyone, so as not to hurt your feelings."

Everyone looked at each other, pushing and shoving, with embarrassed expressions.

Bandi sighed: "All brothers who are willing to stay, close your eyes, I will count to a hundred, and those who want to leave, just go."

"One, two, three..." On the slope where the cold wind was howling, only Ban Di's deep voice was wandering, "... 97, 98, 99, [-]!"

Yong Jue opened his eyes. Even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help being disappointed. Out of the thousand or so soldiers, less than five hundred remained.

"Okay, brothers, we still have some dry food, let's share it together." Bandi held up a small cloth bag, which was stained with blood, and inside was the dried meat that Solari had exchanged his life for last night.

Yong Jue felt heavy in his heart when he got his share, the man who laughed yesterday and said he would go home and marry his wife after the war is gone today.

After tomorrow's last fight, who else will follow?

Someone suddenly put his arms around his shoulders and patted him heavily. Yong Jue saw that it was Hai Lancha.

"I'm not nervous." Yong Jue pouted.

A smile flashed across Hai Lancha's dark eyes: "I want to say, do you have enough arrows, or do you want to bring some more?"

Yong Jue stared blankly at a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, and gritted his teeth.

This bastard!

After resting for a day, when the sun gradually disappeared and the cold ruled the grassland, the 470 Qing troops including the marshal began to fight back.

Shouting and fighting, even if they fall down, they will make the enemy die. These fearless warriors of the Qing Dynasty brandished their swords, used their blood and their lives to launch the last duel with dignity as the bet .

"Drink!" Yong Jue slashed down with both hands of the knife, and behind him, Hai Lancha swung the sword, causing a wind and sand.

Not far away, Bandi pulled out the arrow on his shoulder with his backhand, rushed into the enemy camp with a red-tasseled gun, killed them three times, five times and two times, and rescued E Rong'an who was surrounded by groups.

"Stop the bleeding." Yong Jue was the first to rush forward, tore off a strip of cloth, tied it tightly around his thigh, took out the golden sore medicine from the pouch close to his body, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it on the wound.

Hailancha and Banyi, one behind the other, firmly guarded this place, preventing anyone from hurting them.

The beatings continued when the bleeding stopped, and the wounded came in a steady stream. In the freezing cold night, Yong Jue broke out in a sweat.

Wiping his forehead casually with his sleeve, Yong Jue suddenly felt a coolness on his face. He looked up at the starry sky where the full moon hung high, and the countless white spots were getting closer and denser, with an almost The north wind that roared immediately swept in.

"It's snowing?" Someone exclaimed.

At this time, Yong Jue saw the enemy army receding like a tide, and retreated into the barracks in a moment.

what happened?It's just a snowfall... Yong Jue doesn't understand.

"This, this is... Is God going to kill me?" Bandi's eyes were full of tears, and the sadness in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Yong Jue looked at Hai Lancha, never seeing such a serious expression on him.

"This is no ordinary snow," Hai Lancha sighed, "it's a blizzard, and it may fall overnight. Once we get separated..."

The only option is to freeze to death to see Huang Taiji, Yong Jue silently added the second half of the sentence, and suddenly felt that his heart was shattered. He was exhausted and worked hard to go to the battle, and he didn't get a lot of military exploits, but he almost gave up his life three or five times. On this damn prairie.

If I can go back alive this time, my grandfather will no longer make a fuss about going to war, and my grandfather will never be coquettish again!

Lord Yongzheng, Huangmafa, you always have to protect your grandson QAQ The villain in someone's heart is rolling and crying.

Even if they hold each other tightly, even if they follow without missing a step, they still get separated.

There was goose feather heavy snow floating on the top of the head, but it was pitch black in front of his eyes. Yong Jue stepped on a log, slipped his foot, happened to walk on the slope, and rolled down without a word.

The snow had already accumulated a thick layer, and Yong Jue was lying on a sunken ground, unable to move, just now when he rolled down all the way, the wounds on his body were all cracked open, he could even feel the blood flowing out slowly, but he didn't cry at all. He didn't even have the strength to make a sound, stars were popping up everywhere in front of his eyes, and his ears were filled with the sound of wind.

The heavy snow covered his shoulders and chin, Yong Jue tried his best to prop up his body, but he could barely let himself breathe.

"Yes, is there anyone? Is anyone still there?" His voice was swept away by the wind and snow as soon as it came out of his throat.

Yong Jue suddenly felt a burst of relief, yes, it is his ambition to live, but death is no big deal.

Maybe it can make Uncle Huang feel guilty, and he will give grace to his wife and children in the future.

It's a pity...Yong Jue raised his hand, pressed the jade tablet through the fabric, and laughed regretfully, I'm really a little reconciled for not being able to see you for the last time, Yunting.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and even the brain was frozen, leaving only endless cold.

By the time he became conscious again, an unknown amount of time had passed.

Someone carried him on his back, and the broad shoulders carried a fiery body temperature, which continuously spread to him.

Yong Jue struggled to open his eyes, but was immediately stung by the dazzling white snow around him.

"Are you awake? Are you okay? Isn't it cold?" This was Hai Lancha's voice.

Yong Jue asked in a stupid way: "You got out too?"

Hailancha chuckled: "I'm not that brave, but I suddenly found you missing, so I looked for you everywhere."

Yong Jue didn't speak, just rubbed his back silently, his nose felt sore.

"Brother Wu Zaku, as long as Hai Lancha is alive, I will never let you die!" His deep voice was like an indestructible shield, dispelling the panic that lingered in Yong Jue's heart for a long time.

He raised the corner of his mouth involuntarily: "I know."

"So, don't be afraid, I will take you back." Hai Lancha's deep voice could be heard clearly even in the snow.

"Stop talking nonsense, how do you know that you are scared when you see your eyes?" Immediately choked on him, Yong Jue thought angrily, you dare to say that you can see both eyes without telling me, just wash your neck and wait for your master to recover Let's clean you up!

Hai Lancha didn't answer, and lifted him up again: "Don't move around."

Only then did Yong Jue realize that Hai Lancha was walking hard in the half-meter-deep snow, his lips were black and purple.

"Put me down quickly, let's rest for a while." He shouted anxiously.

Hai Lancha's laughter was very penetrating: "Stop? Then there will be two more ice sculptures on the grassland. Be honest. I will definitely take you out."

Yong Jue gritted his teeth, endured the pain of frostbite, rubbed his palms, and put them on Hai Lancha's face to try to warm him.

Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road, and when the two of them were about to fail, the snow stopped.

A Mongolian yell attracted the attention of the two.

After seeing the flags on the tent in the distance, Yong Jue burst into tears of joy, brother-in-law, you came too timely!

General Zhaohui, who was ordered to lead the reinforcements of the army, and Delek, the son of Mongolian Bahrain County Prince, finally arrived.

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After seeing off the Generalissimo who probably saw something from his brother-in-law, Yong Jue retreated into the bed, took a sip of wine, and stretched comfortably.

Such a happy day of eating, drinking, drinking and fattening~O(∩_∩)O~Suddenly someone opened the tent, snowflakes flew in, and Yong Jue sneezed on the spot.

"Yingxian, Yingxian, are you okay, you scared me to death!" The figure closed the door curtain and rushed towards the felt.

Suddenly, there was a tragic cry from above the barracks: "Go down, I'm sick!"

"Okay, don't move around these two days, and keep warm when changing the dressing." The military doctor tucked the corners of his back and instructed, "Also, it's freezing cold, and you're a wounded person. Don't keep thinking about those romantic things." thing."

Yong Jue almost bit a handkerchief to express his grievance that his innocence was ruined: "I didn't."

The military doctor sneered: "Come on, what are you pretending for, I can hear the sound of 'go down' clearly."

After seeing off the military doctor with a Y-smiling face, Yong Jue gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression: "Fucha Mingrui!"

Someone sitting next to him with drooping ears and bowed his head showed a flattering smile: "Yingxian, I didn't do it on purpose,"

"How dare you say that? My innocence was completely ruined in my previous life!" Yong Jue's eyes cracked in anger.

"Then I'll be in charge." A certain large dog muttered in a low voice.

Yong Jue glanced at him: "What?"

Fucha Mingrui leaned over, circled him carefully, rubbed his neck, and said in a low voice: "Yongjue, you really scared me to death, we braved the wind and snow day and night, and finally found Mr. Bandi , but found that you were not there, you know me..."

He suddenly choked up and couldn't continue.

Yong Jue was stunned for a while, then slowly raised his hand, stroking his back one by one: "Okay, you know that I cherish my life the most, how could something happen? My young master still has a good time to do harm to one party!"

After Mingrui breathed steadily, he said abruptly, "I'll help you."

"what?"

"I said, I'll help you," Mingrui made a firm promise to Yong Jue, "no matter what your goal is, I, and the power of the Fucha family I have, will always, always support you, never Repent."

The author has something to say:

[Rolling] Fuck, Xiao Mingrui, is this a confession or a confession or a confession? !

Do you know that you are such a dick Hai Lancha?