Meng Qingjiang was involuntarily cheated again, and every time he looked at Meng's eyes, he profoundly expressed his strong desire to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and sleep on his skin.

The former military department with a big bag on his head showed great kindness to Meng, walking on the road, sometimes looking back and smiling, with the coquettishness of the literati and the brightness of the warrior, the dusty face was full of wine and confidants, and the emotion of seeing each other late.

In the gap when a messenger slipped away again, the former Langzhong came to Meng and sighed: "Xiaoyou's ability to sink into the wood is rare in the world, and it is really a model for my generation. If you are an official in the court, you will definitely be able to subdue the tiger and the dragon and rise to the top, and it is really a pity to abandon the pen and follow Rong. If there is a little friend in the next three points, he will not end up like this, woohoo! That said, you really don't reconsider? If you want to take the road of the imperial examination again, there is no way, and I can introduce you to ...... below"

Meng looked at him like he was looking at an out-and-out madman. This person is like this, and he is still recommended for him?

The former Langzhong must have been knocked out of the concussion, and there is no sign of recovery anytime soon.

With the continuation of the journey, Meng Qingjiang always practiced the peerless martial arts of killing people with his eyes, Meng Hu has always been upright, kind and radiant, the former Langzhong Lord seized the opportunity to work tirelessly, Meng was like a withered cactus and became more and more haggard.

The heart is tired, and the body is tired.

The transportation industry of the Ming Dynasty was still in its infancy, the road conditions were poor, the means of transportation were scarce, and in the border area, the high-end carriages were all legendary myths.

In this case, the future generations only need a few hours to drive, and Meng and the others have to walk for a few days. Coupled with the "Tang monk spirit" of Lord Qianlangzhong from time to time, when he finally arrived at his destination and saw the tall city wall of Kaipingwei, Meng almost fell to the ground and cried.

Liberated, finally liberated!

There is nothing more uncomfortable than being "Tang Seng" by others, and he finally realized Sun Xingzhi's pain. Knowing this, he would never kick Meng Qingjiang's foot!

"It's the place."

The two messengers were obviously accustomed to the work of escorting the prisoners to the side, and when they walked to the city gate with familiarity, the soldiers guarding the city turned out to be acquaintances, and the first sentence of greeting was: "How many grades of officials are there this time?" How is it only one? Could it be that Chengdu has been cut? You don't know the way, during this time, we are short of people. ”

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

Ming Taizu, mighty and domineering!

The messenger took the former Langzhong into the city, Meng stepped forward, handed the tooth card and the road guide with him, and when the soldiers checked the tooth card, he looked up at the city gate and the brick-covered earthen wall, and a similar emotion of heroism and desolation surged in his chest.

Kaipingwei is the frontier of the Ming Dynasty to defend the northern frontier, it was the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, which was built by the order of Kublai Khan, the ancestor of the Yuan Dynasty, and changed to accompany the capital after the Yuan Dynasty fixed the capital of Yanjing. Yuan Shizu ascended the throne here, Emperor Yuan Shun was driven to Yingchang from here, after a hundred years of wind and rain, it witnessed the rise and fall of a dynasty, witnessed the rise and fall of the nomads and the Han dynasty in the war at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Glory, glory, war, fire - burning.

There are traces of rebuilding of the city walls with earth and rubble, and the original seven gates have been closed to six gates, leaving only the south gate to enter and exit. The word Kaiping above the city gate is soaked in yellow sand, with a kind of historical heaviness, precipitating the hard bones and toughness of the Ming soldiers.

When I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but think of the scene of thousands of troops fighting on the grassland.

People and horses neighed, swords and blood shadows, and the wind blowing from the grassland seemed to have the smell of blood.

It's not a game, it's not a dream, it's everything that is real.

He really lived here, in the Ming Dynasty six hundred years ago.

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

"Twelve?"

The soldiers guarding the city gate had already checked the tooth card, but Meng didn't react for a long time, until Meng Hu slapped him, and then he came back to his senses, looked at the soldier's curious gaze, clenched his fist, and smiled apologetically, "It's troublesome." ”

Taking the tooth card from the soldier's hand, Meng took a deep breath, and was about to step into the city, the soldier's face in front of him changed suddenly, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he grabbed Meng's back collar, "Come into the city!" ”

The soldiers guarding the city carried Meng into the city like a cat, Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu followed, the sound of the horn came from the city, Meng struggled to turn back, and could see the foot soldiers wearing silk jackets and carrying farm tools were gathering from all sides, rushing to the city gate, and more than a dozen war horses without saddles, five or six foot soldiers wielding whips, desperately driving them into the city.

"Quick!"

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

Meng leaned under the city wall, gasping for breath, and puffs of black wolf smoke rose from the sky in the distance, which was a warning of the coming enemy of foreign enemies.

The soldiers who carried him into the city had long since disappeared, and according to Meng Hu, they had gone up to the city wall.

The Ming soldiers and strong men who poured into the city did not see much panic on their faces, methodically counting the horses, checking the weapons, and lining up with the orders of the officers, or walking up the city walls, or setting up defenses in the city, as if it was just a common thing for foreign enemies to attack.

It's not uncommon to come back a few times a year.

Either the Northern Yuan came over, or the Ming army passed. Even though the Northern Yuan had been turned from a regular army into a guerrilla army, this kind of good-neighborly visit has never stopped.

Meng couldn't do it so easily, just arrived in Kaipingwei, and he didn't have time to report to the relevant departments when he encountered a Tartar attacker, should he say that he was filial piety or was lucky to the extreme?

"Twelve, what should I do?"

Meng smacked his lips, and from time to time there were Ming soldiers wearing big red jackets walking by, but they didn't seem to notice the three of them at all. Until a general flag with a scar on his face "discovered" these three "eyesores", pressed the knife with one hand, came over and shouted: "Who are you waiting for?!" Why? ”

In that tone, if you don't say the right thing, you will draw your sword, and you will split it in half.

Meng Zhilu Dao couldn't continue to make a set board, so he could only take a step forward and explain honestly, not forgetting to hand out the tooth card and road guide he carried, this is simply a talisman, is it?

"I just came here today, and I didn't have time to report it." Meng tried his best to express the identities of him and Meng Hu and the other three in the most concise language, "The father and brother under the mark died at the hands of the Tartars, and the hatred of the Tartars is not shared!" It is to avenge his father and brother and take the initiative to join the army! ”

The words are righteous and awe-inspiring, and the more you say it, the more confident you are.

I didn't want Lord Zongqi to listen to him, and looked him up and down, the expression on his face became more and more suspicious.

"You volunteered to join the army?"

"Yes!"

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

"Yes!"

"It turned out to be a scholar? Also passed the Tongsheng exam? ”

"Yes!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

“…… Is the brain normal? Master Zongqi muttered, "Could it be a fool? ”

"Lord Zongqi," Meng puffed up his chest and said sternly, "You can question my personality, but you can't insult my IQ!" ”

Lord Zongqi seemed to be persuaded by him, grinning, the scar on his face distorted with his smile, maybe he just wanted to be amiable, but he didn't want to look more and more bee-eyed and hideous.

"Good! A good man should kill the enemy and serve the country, learn from those sour dings, and become a good person, if something happens, he doesn't have the ability to fart! Even if it's you...... In short, it's good to have a heart! ”

The corners of Meng's mouth twitched, why does this boasting always sound like scolding?

"Lao Tzu's surname is Ma, and he is the chief banner under the command of Shen Baihu of Xicheng Wei, since you are bent on killing Tartars, go to Lao Tzu's hands, and keep it so that you can get your wish fulfilled!" Not to mention fighting with the Tartars once a day, there can be two or three times a month. ”

"Mr. Ma's flag is thin and cloudy, and he marks the ...... of gratitude"

"Well said!" Ma Zongqi waved his hand, "Come, follow Lao Tzu to the city tower!" Don't worry, if you die accidentally, Lao Tzu will ask the brothers to collect your body! ”

“……”

"What are you crying about?"

"The mark is a moving ......"

"Don't be too grateful, that's what I'm supposed to do."

Meng continued to wipe his tears, "Mark down and thank Ma Zongqi for the eighteenth generation of ancestors!" This statement comes from the bottom of my heart, and it is more true than pearls! ”

“……”

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

As he spoke, Meng had been pulled up to the city wall by Ma Zongqi, and he looked into the distance, and on the grassland in the distance, the Northern Yuan cavalry gathered like ant locusts.

Hundreds of horses swept by in a fan-shaped manner, and when they got closer, it seemed that they could hear the shouts of the knights on horseback.

All the people at the head of the city were all in full array, the open longbow, the crossbow shining with cold light, the long knife out of the sheath, the sword light reflected half of the soldiers' faces, and the scarlet battle jacket seemed to be dyed with blood in an instant.