The morning sun is rising, but in the valley, there are already neat footsteps.

Team after team, neatly lined up young people, kicking and striding forward.

Although this situation has been going on for several days, the nearby Huiqu herders are still curious.

More than a dozen young herders, even on horseback, circled around the valley, observing the movement from afar.

"This Zhang Shizhong really has the intention of taking meritorious service immediately......" The young Huiqu herdsmen discussed excitedly.

Their fathers and ancestors were once well-known warriors, who had served in the Han army, followed many big men in the southern and northern wars, and made great contributions.

In order to repay them, they were allowed to herd horses for the servants.

Herding horses for the Son of Han is the greatest wish of all the pro-Han tribe herdsmen in the grassland.

Because it means a stable, prosperous life.

You can stay away from hunger and cold, away from war.

Let the old have something to rely on, and the young can be taught.

However, these young people who were born in the Han family and grew up in peace are a little tired of this simple and boring life.

They yearn for the great achievements that their fathers and ancestors once established, and they want to build their own achievements like their ancestors.

But it's a pity that in the past ten years, it is the Gongsun family of the Lord and faction who is in charge of the Han family's servant yamen.

Since the general Changping Liehou was waiting, the Gongsun family has been busy making money.

Even his own horse administration work is a mess.

Not to mention, among the Taifu Yamen, it is a costly and laborious matter to carefully select young Huiqu people and train them.

Therefore, when these Huiqu herdsmen came to this strange Xinfeng County, they met a noble man of the Han family who might bring them back to the battlefield.

They immediately decided to settle here.

What young people want is the future battlefield battle, happy revenge.

And the elderly also need to find a reliable big man for their children and grandchildren.

The gentleman's ze, the third and beheaded.

As Hu people, it is impossible for the Huiqu people to be protected by the Emperor of Han forever.

Only by continuing to make meritorious contributions to the Son of Heaven can we shelter our children and grandchildren and continue to enjoy this peaceful, prosperous and tranquil life.

The old people of Huiqu, who have experienced wars, have been displaced on the grassland, and have had the experience of a precarious life, know better than anyone how precious it is to be sheltered and accepted by the Han family.

It is heavier than gold and more beautiful than jade.

Only the most loyal, bravest, and most fearless Hu people are eligible for this gift.

Let yourself and your children and grandchildren forever leave the wilderness and enjoy the prosperity of the three worlds.

For decades, the Han Chinese have lived up to their promises.

Even if the big man who made the promise has long since passed away.

But as promised in the oath and the covenant.

The gentleman's ze, the third generation and beheading, after the third generation, the household Qi people.

Now, looking at the young sons and nephews, gathered outside the valley where the nobles of the Han family 'trained their troops'.

The old people of Huiqu looked at it from afar, and in a trance, it seemed that they had traveled through time and returned to the foot of Rouge Mountain that year.

The young ones, like the young children now, rode their horses and looked curiously outside the camp of a Han Dynasty magnate.

Every time that big man pushed open his big tent, it always caused countless cheers from countless people.

At that time, the people of Wuheng prostrate at his feet, and the people of Hugh Tu trembled and knelt on the ground, and the evil people led the cattle and horses to drive him.

The people of the Xiaoyue clan rode war horses, thousands of miles and thousands of miles, to join his battle flag.

His military banner swept across the steppe.

From Junji Mountain to Wolf Juxu Mountain.

From Hanhai all the way to Puchanghai.

All the worlds, all the tribes, all the heroes and heroes, all of them offered their loyalty and knees to him in common fear and adoration.

When his whip sounded, ten thousand horses galloped.

No one can stop him!

The Huns were terrified, and sang and wailed: Lose my Rouge Mountain, so that my women have no color; The loss of my Qilian Mountain makes my six animals not reproduce.

He is the enemy of barbarism, the messenger of civilization, and wherever he passes, all barbarism, cruelty and ignorance retreat, and the fire of civilization is kindled.

He is the thunder of summer, the wind of winter, and he is ruthless to all who are his enemies.

I don't know how many tribes were destroyed under his horse's hooves and disappeared into the long river of history.

But at the same time, he is also the spring sun, the summer rain and dew, and the autumn breeze.

Warms and inspires all the soldiers who follow him.

Whether it is the Han people, or the Wuheng people, the Yueshi people, the Huiqu people, or even the Huns.

All are treated equally, merit will be rewarded, and punishment will be punished!

Under his command, there were seven Huns, five Yueshi, three Wuheng and two Huiqu, who were worshiped as liehous.

He is like the sun, emitting endless light and heat, making everyone willingly follow under his banner.

Back then, I was attracted to him and captured by him, so I was willing to charge for him.

Just like these young nephews and grandchildren now, surrounded by the valley, full of anticipation and yearning, full of worship and admiration.

It's just that......

It's just that......

The old people lowered their heads and silently sang a war song that they had learned in their military careers: "Fight in the south of the city, die in the north of Guo, and die in the wild, and you will not be buried......

The low singing voice echoed in the dome.

The ignorant children, who just felt novel, also sang along with their grandfathers: "Say Wu for me: and for the guests!" If you don't bury the wild dead, can the carrion escape? ”

The children don't understand the war, they haven't seen those cruel battlefields, they can't feel the artistic conception in the lyrics, and they don't even realize that their grandfathers are already in tears, and their tears are wet, they just simply sing along: "The water is deep and agitated, and the reeds are dark; The horsemen died in battle, and the horses wandered and roared. Liang Zhu's room, why south? Why north? ”

The immature singing voice spread to the distance with the chanting.

The voices of the old people were already choked up, and they could no longer sing.

In the end, there were only more than 300 veterans who could unload their armor alive and enjoy the support and preferential treatment of the Han family.

At that time, from all directions, among the various tribes, there were as many as 5,000 Huiqu herdsmen who flocked to the hussars and rushed to serve the hussars!

On Gaolan Mountain, there are many corpses, and in the Hanhai, countless comrades and siblings are buried in the yellow sand.

There are Han people, there are Yueshi people, there are Wuheng people, and there are Huiqu people.

Looking at the children and nephews in the distance who admired, looked forward to and excited as they did back then.

The old people know that the sun is warm, but if you get too close, you will be burned to ashes.

How many of them, these children and grandchildren, will come back alive in the future?

And now, how many of these children who are playing and playing around themselves will ride on war horses, follow that nobleman, go to a foreign land, and never return?

The old people don't know, and they don't dare to speculate.

But......

The old people suddenly laughed.

They caressed the scars and arrow wounds on their bodies, feeling the pain faintly coming from them.

Let them recall the battles of the past, the brave and fearless charges.

On the battlefield of the golden iron horse, it seems that the shouts of his comrades are still echoing: "Fight for the hussar general, we will die without regrets!" ”

Yes, isn't the happiest thing for a warrior to fight for a man worthy of death? Isn't it just for the sake of a belief that you can fight to the death?

At the beginning, the Great Sima Hussar General was such a hero who deserved everyone, whether he was a Han or a Hu, whether he was blonde or black-haired and black-eyed, he could gamble his life and everything and fight to the death.

This hero also instilled in them a belief that everyone is willing to fight to the death.

He told the Han people, the Wuheng people, and the Xiaoyue people: Gentlemen, we are fighting for revenge! The sins that the Huns have inflicted on us must be repaid!

Blood debts can only be paid with blood!

The Huns will not be destroyed, and they will fight to the death! Committed to this, until death!

He told the Huiqu people, the Hutu people, and the evil people: The Xiongnu Ji Congee clan led the beasts to eat people, oppressed, exploited, etc., and the public was willing to fight with me to destroy them? Spread the benevolence of the Son of Heaven all over the world!

Although few people can understand this, at least, they have convictions.

There is something to fight for and fight for.

Even if he was wounded by dozens of wounds, even if he was deeply encircled.

No one regretted it, and no one flinched.

In this life, they have no regrets!

It's just that......

That Zhang Shizhong, the nobleman of the Han family who was as young as the hussar general back then, can people be worthy of fighting to the death? Can you come up with a concept that can make people fight to the death?

The old people don't know and can't predict the future.

But they understand.

When the eagle is big, it will always have to soar into the sky.

"May the Lord of War bless and bless you......" they prayed in their hearts: "May the king always win and be undefeated, and may you look down on all your desires!" ”

This is also what they, the veterans of the former hussar general's slave camp, can now give the young nobleman little help now.

I only hope that he can be like the hussar general of the year, sweeping the eight wildernesses, sweeping the universe, chasing the north, and finally eliminating the Xiongnu and establishing a new order on the grassland.

Bring true peace and tranquility to a devastated and bruised world.

This is also the real desire of these veterans.

Just like the scribes among the Han officers once told them.

The mission of the warriors is not to war, but to end war.

Ancient kings created weapons to subdue wild beasts and defend their homeland, not to harm others.

Therefore, they threw their pen into the army and joined the army, in order to end the war, but also to bring peace to the world and peace to the world.

True peace.

A world without war, under the rule of the Son of Heaven, where the old are supported, the young are dependent, the tiller has his land, and the dweller has his house.

However......

"What food will you eat if you don't get it? Would you like to be a loyal servant? Thinking of the son of a good minister, a good minister is honest and thoughtful: go out to attack, return at dusk! The old men got up and looked north on crutches.

In that far north, in the distance of mountains and rivers.

In Gaolan Mountain and Qilian Mountain, in Hanhai and Wolf Juxu Mountain, there are countless young comrades who once held such thoughts and bravely joined the army.

Those heroes who died in battle, still reciting poems and books in their mouths.

"Attack on the line, return at dusk!" The veterans of the hussar generals, chanting this sentence repeatedly, fell into the remembrance of their deceased comrades and siblings.

……………………………………………………

In the distance, on the straight road, a team of people came neatly.

Suddenly, the leading knight took hold of the reins and listened intently to the desolate song from afar.

""Battle of the South City" ah......" The knights silently lowered their heads and paid tribute to this war song and the chanter.

The Han-Hungarian War has lasted for 30 years, and the scale of this war has surpassed all the wars recorded in the Warring States Period and the Spring and Autumn Period.

Countless siblings are buried in foreign lands.

But the end of this war is far from coming.

The distant singing voice floated into the ears, touching and compassionate.

After a long time, the knight at the head raised his head and said to the left and right: "Wu Yizhige, it is the struggle and sacrifice of our generation in Juyan, Jiuquan, Zhangye and the Western Regions that have made this panicked China, the majestic river, far away from the war, and make this Qianmo countryside peaceful and peaceful!" ”

"We will keep the teachings of the kings in mind!" All the soldiers responded in unison, and their eyes radiated a look of worship and admiration.

The person who came was Li Guangli, the general of the Han Haixi Hou and the Second Division, who had just returned to the dynasty to report on his work.

At this time, Li Guangli was full of spirit and ambition.

The Battle of Yuwushui, which had just ended the year before last, was frustrated, but it also allowed him to prove that he was capable of commanding and leading an epic battle at the level of a national war.

At this moment, in Li Guangli's chest, he is still full of confidence in defeating the Huns.

So, here he comes.

It's not just about meeting a potential future competitor or partner.

More importantly, he hopes to be supported.

When he returned to the DPRK this time, he found that the pattern of the DPRK and China had changed greatly.

Jiang Chong died, and the Ma brothers fell out of favor.

The upstart that he had heard of in Juyan rose unstoppably.

After he knew these things, he threw away and gave up all his original calculations.

The squire's threat was obvious and imminent.

However, compared to the future, it is obvious that he needs the support of this lieutenant now, or at least the neutrality of the other party.

In order to start a war of punishment against the Cheshi and the Turtles, he must gain their approval.

Otherwise......

The other party only needs to mention it a little in front of the Son of Heaven, and all his efforts may be in vain.

"Let's go!" Li Guangli rode his horse forward: "Which Zhang Shizhong is said to be in the valley not far ahead, training his officials......"

This is also a piece of information that Li Guangli got after returning to Chang'an.

This lieutenant officer blatantly held a public examination in Xinfeng, and then pulled all the selected officials to Xinfeng City for 'military training'.

Such an attitude is almost undisguised his ambition and ambition - to lead an expedition and immediately take fame!

This made Li Guangli feel a little good in addition to being jealous.

As a soldier, it is natural that he will have a good impression of a comrade of his kind.