The bitter north wind ploughed the ground like a slash, and the goose feathers and snow swept together with the fierce wind, spreading on the winding mountain road. In the middle of this dark and endless mountain road, a team of people and horses are trekking hard.

"Uncle, the wind and snow are deep and the car is difficult to drive, so it's better to camp nearby and rest." , an attendant lifted the face of the car, and heavy snow suddenly poured in. Sitting in the car, his whole body was wrapped like a dumpling, and it was the Dafeng Guo Shangzhu Guogong who was called the old uncle. Flooded by this strong wind, even if the whole body is covered with cold things, the public loser still shrinks his neck.

In the end, he didn't go to see the white-clothed disciple Wei Ying, because he couldn't bear it, and he was a proud protégé in the past, but he was about to be killed by the monarch he served. King Dafeng asked him to supervise the army, but he didn't have a heart of temptation, and he had served King Dafeng for more than 20 years, although he was as high as the Great Pillar Kingdom, but he never felt that he had ever walked into the heart of this monarch who practiced the way of kingship, even once, so once he had a glimpse of the monarch's heart, there was no. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel even more chilled. At this time, he held in his hand the fast horse spy book from his disciple Yu Qian from the army, with a short line written on it: "Wei Ying died, killed Xunyang, beheaded 30,000, class teacher." ”

"If I knew this, I would not let you go back to China for the teacher, and I mistook you for the teacher...", the public lost Pan muttered.

"What did you say, uncle?" , the attendant was puzzled.

"It's nothing, there is a walled city nearby for our army to camp and rest." , the public loser realized his gaffe and turned back to ask the attendant.

"There is another five miles of road, which is the border of Qingguo, there is a post road feasible, there is an old camp of Qingguo stationed, I and the guard will have the old, you can spend the night." , the guard said.

"Qingguo old camp? But the former Pyeongchang Jun's old subordinate? Gong Yi interrogated, thinking that this guard used to be a person in the Qingguo scout camp, since it is said to be old, it should be the old camp of the Qingguo army Pyeongchangjun.

"Exactly." , the attendant returned.

"Okay, let's go, let's camp and rest first, Shen Xing has been gone for many years, and I can be regarded as having an old friend with him. Take out fifty jars of fine wine from the army, and thank the old battalion veterans. So the group hurried at night, leaving two rut marks on the white mountain road that winded for several miles, and headed north.

The convoy slowly approached the dilapidated walled city, after the pass, the gate creaked open, a group of people and horses entered the walled gate, the public lost plate lifted the curtain and looked out, this village is called the old camp village, as the name suggests are some Qingguo veterans stationed here, these people are either disabled, or old, is no longer available soldiers, and the war for many years, most of them have no relatives and heirs to rely on, Qingguo is afraid of chaos, so gather in the desolate and bitter place on the border, the beautiful name is for the elderly, in fact, regardless of the cold weather, Many sick and wounded veterans just sit on the side of the road, and one of them may fall down at any moment.

After Pingchang Jun, Qingguo no longer has the talent of the pillars, King Qing is obsessed with the fairy side, and would rather cut the land for perfection than work hard to be strong, and Da Fengguo has also been relieved of worries. Gong Yipan secretly thought like this, his heart was full of contradictions, Qingguo treated the old pawn like this, he was really sad, but Qingjun lost his way, but he was most willing to see Dafengguo. These old pawns, under the command of Pyeongchang Jun Shen Punishment, can be said to be all tigers, leopards and jackals, not afraid of death, but now they are such fields. Thinking of this, Gong Yi straightened his clothes and walked out of the van.

"Geng Yu, the head of the old camp, has seen the great dedication to the pillar country." I saw a white-haired old man come forward and salute.

"The old man borrowed the old camp, and there is a long time for the old man." , Seeing that this person looks a little older than himself, his speech is not slow, although his waist is slightly hunched, but he is trying to straighten, quite like the style of the Pyeongchang Army back then, so he also gave a salute, after all, this is also a gift of the two countries, and it cannot be blasphemed.

"Shangzhu Country, the snowy night is here, I have nothing to entertain, so please go to the cold house to take shelter from the wind and snow." Geng Yu bowed his body and made his debut, and the public loss plate was another one, and only then did he follow the old man's steps and walked into a hut that looked quite solid in the distance.

"It's in a hurry, forgive me, I'll arrange some food and bedding, please take a break, Liang'er, go boil some hot water." Geng Yu turned around and shouted outside the house, only to find that at the door where he came in just now, there was a little boy who was looking timidly, and when he heard the shout of the old man Geng, he ran out again. Gong Chuan Pan looked at this room up and down, left and right, there was no bedding on the kang, only thatch piled up layer after layer, Geng Yu said that he was going to prepare the bedding, I am afraid that he was going to turn out the bottom of this village, thinking of this, he hurriedly said: "Brother don't prepare, it's really annoying, we bring grain and grass bedding with the army." He also summoned his guards and ordered: "100 jars of wine, 100 stones of rice and grain, teach people to move here, so as to be a thank you." Geng Yu didn't have the same strong demeanor as just now this time, and hurriedly bowed to Xie Shangzhuguo, he knew in his heart that he couldn't afford to entertain such a big man when he came, and if he didn't accept these grains, I was afraid that he wouldn't survive the spring, and more than a dozen corpses would be sent out in the village.

"Brother, how many people are in the village?" The child who was called Liang'er just now brought a pot of boiling hot water, and brought firewood, which lit up the charcoal fire that was originally faint.

"There are about three out of fifty, and there are a few old brothers who are afraid that they won't be able to get by, so they won't be counted." Geng Yu thought for a moment and said poignantly. When the public loser heard this, he also sighed silently.

"Don't be strange to the elder brother, Dafeng has been cultivating the wilderness in recent years, anyone who intends to go to the Dafeng reclamation can be registered, the endowment is halved, the levy is halved, the army is halved, and the text says that the displaced people can be collected, although the elder brother has Qingguo military status, my proposal is contrary to the old brother's loyalty, but .......", Gong Chuan Pan thought about it and said, and at the same time set his eyes on the child who served by the old chief's side, called Liang'er, there is no need to speculate, this may be the only grandson of the old man.

This policy of accommodating the displaced people is one of the national policies put forward by the public loss plate, and the king of Dafeng thought that it was possible, so he opened up a large area of desolate places in the territory and taught the agricultural officials to instruct the displaced people how to fertilize the soil and how to be independent, which not only made the population of Dafeng increase, but also the people of the deserted land were diligently cultivated, and it did not drag down the treasury to support the people. The introduction of this national policy has really raised the strength of Dafengguo to a higher level.

"Can't go!" , The old chief has not yet replied, the child called Liang'er was excited to speak first, which made the public lose the heart of the shock, because of the decline of Qingguo, Dafengguo has not raised troops to Qingguo for at least ten years, not so much not to raise troops, in fact, it is not to ignore at all, Qingguo behind Dafengguo is simply unable to provoke Dafeng, the prosperity of the country, there is Qingguo in the north on the contrary, the threat to the northern wild country has formed a wide buffer zone. Why is this kid so reluctant to go to Dafeng Kingdom to survive?

"Brother, for the sake of this child, I can write a letter by hand, and those who are willing to enter the village can be divided into official offices and fields, and they will be exempted from paying taxes for one year." , Gong Loser went on to say that he only thought that Xing was the arrogance in the bones of the old soldiers of Qingguo, and they were not allowed to leave their hometowns, but the border of Qingguo was so cold and bitter, what is the difference between leaving their hometowns and leaving their country? It may be that people are old, and they feel that they always want to do something for these once loyal people.

"This...", the old man was so worried that he couldn't answer for a while.

"We can't go, we're all gone, and there is no one to sweep Pyeongchang-kun's tomb!" , Liang'er grabbed the words again, this time he stood up straight and said sharply. The public loser is shocked! Pyeongchang-kun? That Pyeongchang Jun who once dominated the northern land and fought to the death with the wild king's iron hoof for a hundred days! And now he is buried here? The face of the public loser was full of consternation, although this little child bumped into himself rudely, he was in a trance, his eyebrows were full of color, and he was so weak that he was arrogant.

"I didn't know that Pyeongchang Tomb was here, I was wrong." , the public loser got up and gave a deep look at the old and the young.

The next day, the heavy snow was cold, and the sunlight penetrated the still heavy clouds and fell softly on the earth.

"The great dedication to the Zhu Guogong loses the plate, and I have come to worship Pingchang Jun." The public loser lifted a bowl of water and wine, which was higher than the top, and was deeply moved. Then, sprinkle wine and sacrifice it.

"In the former Shanyang Valley, the king did not retreat for a hundred days against the wild king, and injured the wild king 100,000! Pan respects. ", the public loses the plate sacrifice.

"Xiyun City, the army of 200,000 soldiers of the king of the war field will not surrender! Let the wild king go, not to be slaughtered in the middle of the earth, and to regain respect! ", and sacrifice it again.

"In the former wilderness, exchange your life for Lao Qingjun, you won't fall down, and you will respect him again!" , and sacrifice again.

After the three rounds of wine, a ray of sunshine sprinkled directly on the lonely mound of Pingyang Jun, in addition to the public loss, the old soldiers of the old camp of Qingguo knelt down.

The old camp Geng Yu and other old soldiers, in the end, did not want to abandon their main general and go, the public lost the plate just to Geng Yu to ask Geng Liang for Geng Liang, he was not idle on this trip, but he was going to the suburbs of Yuncheng, Qingdu, to see an unborn hidden dragon man, now Qingguo is withering, there seems to be a change in the north, he is the great dedication to the pillar country of the land of lips and teeth, must not be investigated. And this hermit is a great talent that he admires, and the entire northern situation must be calculated by him, so he has to lose the battle in person.