Meng Changan returned to Baishan Pass with an arrow wound, and first went to the place where the medical officer was to see if the injured brothers had been treated, and they were far away, and they saw that the two little girls were busy, and the two of them were covered with blood, obviously the most afraid of blood, but they seemed to have forgotten to be afraid.

Meng Changan just stood there and watched, not knowing what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't think about anything, but he was willing to stand here and watch.

Maybe because of his own reasons, he always felt lonely, and when he returned to the west to welcome his relatives and saw the moon pearl Mingtai again in Chang'an City, he saw exactly the same loneliness in her eyes.

"Hurt?"

Finally saw Meng Changan's Moon Pearl Mingtai rushing over, using her fastest speed.

"Take off your armor."

She spoke in a commanding tone, unquestionable.

"Not yet."

Meng Changan shook his head slightly: "Just come back and take a look, the war is not over, and the armor is not unloaded." ”

"But your wounds are still bleeding."

Meng Changan looked at Yuezhu Mingtai holding a piece of gauze in his hand, reached out to take it, and casually sprinkled some wound medicine on it and stuffed it into the wound under the armor, it looked light and light, but how could it not hurt.

"When you're tired, rest."

Meng Changan smiled, turned around and walked back.

"When you're tired, rest."

Yuezhu Mingtai repeated what he said, looked at his back, and wanted to stop him, but she knew she couldn't.

"I know."

Meng Changan paused for a moment, and then strode away.

Chengguan, Meng Changan, who returned to the city wall, looked at the city, a wall of fire temporarily blocked the offensive of the Bohai people, under the killing just now, thousands of Bohai soldiers were slaughtered, and there was some rest time for the time being, he sat down against the city wall, looked at the wound on his arm that was cut by a knife, and tore the sleeve of his shirt a little, the wound was not too deep, but the flesh and blood were turned over, and it was scary to watch.

He reached out and asked for a jug of wine from his soldiers, unplugged it and poured it into his mouth, then poured the remaining half of the jug on the wound, tore off a piece of clothing and wrapped it in a bag, then closed his eyes and rested.

I fought all night last night, and today is another day, and I quickly fell asleep with my eyes closed.

Yang Qibao led people to inspect the passing, and after seeing it, he untied the big straps on his shoulders and covered Meng Changan, and he didn't know why, he wanted to give Meng Changan a military salute...... When he was under Shen Leng, he heard Shen Leng say a lot about Meng Changan, and in his opinion, Meng Changan was the kind of real man, man.

What he has encountered, Meng Changan has also encountered, in the water division, his military exploits were occupied by Mu Xiaofeng, but he did not have the courage to face Mu Xiaofeng, and Meng Changan was different, he was also in the northern Xinjiang and was almost embezzled by Pei Xiao's military exploits, but Meng Changan's choice was not to give in.

The Bohai people didn't seem to be able to think of a way to attack the city for a while, but the night was quiet, Meng Changan slept for half an hour and got up, wiped his face with the residual snow on the city wall, and then arranged the defense, and personally led the team to patrol back and forth on the city wall.

In the second half of the night, Yang Qibao came to replace him, and he returned to the city to find a quieter place, leaned on the haystack and fell asleep.

When the sky was about to dawn, the sky began to snow again, gloomy as if it was about to be pressed down from mid-air at any time, the gray sky was gray and the city was gray and misty, and the black armor on the city was like a forest, like an ink painting.

Meng Changan woke up and saw that there were soldiers baking steamed buns not far away, and they used to wear a steamed bun with a wooden stick and also roasted it, probably almost roasted while holding a wooden stick while gnawing on the steamed bun while walking up to the city wall, the Bohai people on the opposite side had already assembled in the snow, they cut down a big tree and made a simple battering ram, it seemed that they felt that it was too difficult to kill the city wall by a ladder, and wanted to approach with a shield array, and then crashed open the city gate.

"How much oil is there?"

"If you use it like you did yesterday, you can do it again at most."

Yang Qibao said: "In the morning, I observed that they cut down a lot of trees and split them to make a lot of thick shields, although the wet wood is heavy, but the anti-feather arrows are more effective, with the thickness of their planks, the heavy crossbow can be stopped." ”

Meng Changan was silent for a while, then looked at the sky: "Splash water on the city wall, carry water up, and splash it under the city." ”

"Huh?"

Yang Qibao paused for a moment, and then understood: "Yes, my subordinates will send people." ”

"Did you notice?"

Meng Changan pointed to the Bohai people: "They seem to have learned the method of our fire attack yesterday." ”

Yang Qibao raised his clairvoyance and looked into the distance, and found that the Bohai people in the distance were tying something to the feather arrows.

"Shut up the gates."

"At this time, if you send someone to carry the stones, I'm afraid it's too late for a while."

"Fill the hole in the city gate with forage, pile it up and splash it with water."

"Yes."

Yang Qibao hurriedly went down to the city to arrange people, thinking that this was the gap between himself and General Meng, General Meng could react in an instant, but he stood on the city wall just now but didn't think of anything.

In this cold winter season, the water is splashed into ice, and although the straw looks loose, it can be splashed with water to freeze, which is comparable to a stone.

Meng Changan raised his clairvoyance again and looked at the Bohai people, but he was a little worried in his heart.

The people who went to ask for help have been dispatched, but it is difficult to be sure, if Pei Tingshan, the general of Eastern Xinjiang, does not give an order, will these guards and soldiers in Eastern Xinjiang come, dare to come? In the distance, you can see that the ranks of the Bohai people are still converging, yesterday there were already tens of thousands of horses, and if you look at it today, I am afraid that the number of troops is no less than 70,000 or 80,000, and from the size of the military camp, maybe 780,000 is less guessed.

On the edge of the city wall, a veteran who looked to be in his forties was bandaging the wounds of a young soldier.

"Silly boy, why don't you go down yet?"

"I won't go down, and the generals won't go down to the city to fight with injuries, so I don't want to go down."

"You're an only child in your family."

"Isn't the only son a Ning person?"

The young man was not convinced: "There is a rule in the imperial court that the only son of a military family is not allowed to enlist in the army, since I came, I have never been afraid, and since my mother asked me to come, I have not been afraid." ”

"You're wrong, kid."

The veteran patted the young man on the shoulder: "Your father and mother must be afraid." ”

The young man paused for a moment and shook his head: "I'm standing here, guarding not only the people of Daning I don't know, but also my father and mother." ”

The old soldier took off his water bottle and handed it to the young man, saying nothing more.

"Group rate."

The young man suddenly thought of a question: "According to our Daning's military law, you should have been able to go home and rest a long time ago." ”

"Yes."

The veteran stood up and sorted out the equipment on his body: "I am forty-six years old this year, I have returned to my hometown six years ago, we are military households, I went back, my son arrived at the border pass, a few years ago in the north of Xinjiang and the black army fierce battle, the Bohai people stormed Baishan Pass to respond to the black warriors, my son died in the battle at Baishan Pass, so I came back." ”

He took a deep breath, and saw that the team of Bohai people in the distance had gathered again and moved this way, he put the quiver at his feet, opened the bandage with a knife, and then wrapped it around the middle finger of his right index finger a few times, yesterday the bow was fired too many times, and the middle finger of the index finger had been strangled by the bowstring, and after it was wound, he took out a feather arrow and put it on the bowstring, waiting for the sound of the military order.

"Killing a few is a few."

The young man stood up and wrapped his fingers around the old soldier: "I'll help you kill a few more." ”

He smiled suddenly, not a happy smile, people's smiles are actually a very complex expression of feelings, some laughs, it looks distressing.

The young man patted the veteran on the shoulder as the veteran patted him on the shoulder just now: "I didn't say it just now because I don't think there is any need to say it, for the Daning military household, dying in battle is just a common thing...... A few years before I joined the army, my dad came back. ”

He gestured: "Such a big box." ”

"But it's not in our eastern Xinjiang, it's in northern Xinjiang."

The young man heard the sound of the horn and raised his hard bow: "I hope that one day I can go to the northern Xinjiang, since the burial of my father, I have been looking forward to growing up, looking forward to fighting the black warriors." ”

He looked sideways at the veteran: "Dad, everyone calls you that." ”

"I treat you like sons."

The veteran heard the sound of war drums and shot the first feathered arrow, and a Bohai man fell to the ground in the distance.

Chang'an City.

The emperor looked at the sky and got up and moved a little, and then stepped out of the Dongnuan Pavilion, the cabinet of the row of houses is very close to the Baoji Palace, walk dozens of steps to arrive, push the door in, the cabinet ministers saw that His Majesty was coming, and hurriedly got up to salute.

Only the old dean leaned on it and fell asleep.

The emperor shook his head and signaled not to wake him up, and put his big coat on the old dean, who opened his eyes and looked at it, and hurriedly got up and leaned over: "The minister greets Your Majesty." ”

"Let's go back early today."

The emperor smiled: "The court affairs can't be done, but the family can't ignore it, it's the moon, from today on, every day at this hour, you will all go home, you should rest, you should accompany your family, I will also save some reward silver for you, how good." ”

The courtiers laughed.

The emperor smiled and said to the old dean: "Since you are awake, walk around with me?" ”

"Obey."

The old dean stood up and waited for all the courtiers to retire before looking at the emperor: "Your Majesty? Why not go? ”

"I don't really want to move around, Mr. woke up, it's cold outside, don't catch a cold."

The emperor sat down in a chair and rubbed his waist: "I just want to talk to Mr. ”

The old dean asked, "What's wrong with Your Majesty?" ”

"Not really."

The emperor was silent for a while, he looked out, the courtiers had already gone away, he waved his hand and asked Dai Fangzhou to close the door, Dai Fangzhou immediately understood, exited the room and closed the door, and then ordered people to stay away from the house.

"I went to hug the second prince at noon."

The emperor lowered his head: "Unknowingly, it is also so heavy." ”

"The second prince is smart and has an unlimited future."

"Don't say such polite words."

The emperor glanced at the old dean: "Count the days, Shen Leng will leave Beijing again after the New Year, this should be the first time in twenty-one years that I can watch him celebrate the New Year." ”

"Your Majesty...... If you are really reluctant, why not make an order to stay in Chang'an and do things? ”

"I left Chang'an at the age of sixteen to fight in northern Xinjiang."

The emperor looked at his hands: "At this moment, how many parents' sons are fighting for Daning, fighting for Daning, 100,000 sons in southern Xinjiang are fighting for establishment, and the ice and snow in northern Xinjiang have never been broken...... My sons are sons, and their sons are not sons. If you can't bear it, you have to let him go, someone has to go. ”

The old dean bowed his head and was silent.

Thirty years ago, his son died in battle in Western Xinjiang.

White Mountain Pass.

Meng Changan pushed the young soldier away, but his arm was pierced by a feather arrow, he cut off the feather arrow with a knife, pulled out half of the feather arrow and threw it aside, and glanced at the young soldier: "Be careful." ”

The young soldier's face turned pale: "General, you ......"

Meng Changan had already looked out of the city: "Don't get distracted, look at it, if you die again, your home will be broken." ”

The young soldier rubbed his eyes: "Yes! ”

The veteran looked at Meng Changan, and his heart hurt for no reason.

The general is also an only son.

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