It was late at night, and a crescent moon hung high in the inky blue sky like a silver sickle, and the light as clear as water shone on the dark hillsides and vast prairies. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The steppe sky here is not pure black, but a boundless deep blue in the black, stretching into the distance.

The camp of the Sui army was temporarily set up on the hillside, and the back of the mountain was encamped, because of the rush of time, so there was no camp fence, but to carry a heavy empty cart on the periphery, dig a shallow ditch in front of the car, bury the antlers, and insert dense horse spears behind the car to prevent the scattered enemy cavalry from killing a horse gun to break through the camp.

The battle exhausted all the infantry officers, so after dividing the camp and bandaging it, they all fell into a deep sleep, snoring one after another.

Luo Zhaoyun, as a temporary lieutenant, after placing these sergeant tents, inspected the camp area under his jurisdiction, and counted the list of surviving people, which was considered to be the completion of his duties.

Although he also felt tired and sleepy, but four years of practicing guns and martial arts, for the tempering of the body still played a role, flesh and blood contains qi, qi and force, heart and mind, after practicing kung fu thoroughly, the body is raised, and the physical strength exceeds that of ordinary warriors and warriors.

After he finished his tour of the camp, he sat down by a campfire outside the camp, and since the war was coming to an end, all the camps were allowed to make open fires, light them, boil water, and so on.

The light of the fire was uncertain, and Luo Zhaoyun's face also flashed, and he sat there silently cross-legged, silent.

It's been four years, since he crossed over to the Great Sui, it's been more than four years, he was just a ten-year-old child, powerless, and his life was in danger, but now he is more than fourteen years old, strong, brave and brave, and killed countless people.

In an instant, Luo Zhaoyun looked down at his hands, which were a little rough, because he had been practicing guns all year round, and his palms were covered with calluses, and these hands, he understood, were already stained with blood.

In the past few years, he has killed more than one person, from the beginning of being forced to fight, ups and downs, to now getting used to it, gradually accepting the concepts and customs of this era, and adapting to the background of the life of the ancients.

"I've changed, I've become part of history, I don't know, what the future holds, what kind of person will I become in the end? Will he disappear from history and not appear in the history books? ”

Luo Zhaoyun sighed, raised his head and looked at the starry sky in the sky, but there was no answer.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass. Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break the Turks, you won't return ......"

Maybe it was because of the complicated mood, maybe it was the situation, Luo Zhaoyun thought of this trip experience, and couldn't help but chant one of Wang Changling's most famous poems about joining the army.

"Smack!" Someone applauded abruptly and shouted, "What a poem! ”

Luo Zhaoyun was quite surprised, turned around and looked, and saw a burly figure walking out of a camp tent aisle behind his side, with tiger eyes and a radiant face, it was the former army commander Zhou Luohu who came to patrol the camp, a few meters behind him, followed by more than a dozen personal guards, and there was no great formation.

Before Luo Hu fell asleep this week, he had to personally select a few places to patrol the camp, which was the rule of the army for many years, and this time it seemed that intentionally or unintentionally, he chose the camp where Luo Zhaoyun's phalanx was located, and just approached the bonfire, and saw Luo Zhaoyun alone in a daze, and before he could say hello, he heard the ancient poems.

When Luo Zhaoyun saw the arrival of the commander of his army, he was shocked, and hurriedly got up, clenched his fists and bent over: "See General Zhou, I don't know that the general came to patrol the camp, and I missed the distance, please forgive the general!" ”

"Hehaha, it's okay, General Ben is dressed lightly this time, walk around, take a look, everyone has been fighting for most of the day, and they have worked hard, how can General Ben mobilize the army and engage in those forms? Seeing that the soldiers were all settled and there was no incident, it was done. ”

Zhou Luohu stepped forward and looked at Luo Zhaoyun carefully, his eyes flickered, revealing a little joy.

Although he is a general of Rongma, he is from the Zhou family, a large housewarming clan in the south, and his ancestors have been officials in Nanchen for several generations.

At that time, the emperor of the Southern Chen Dynasty was shocked by Zhou Luohu's words, so he asked the capital official Shangshu Kong Fan: "Zhou Zuo led the generals, and the poem was completed before the poem, and the scribe was the queen?" Kong Fan replied: "Zhou Luohu writes and makes poems, and it is like getting on a horse and entering the battle, not behind people!" "His literary brilliance can be seen.

However, the poetic style of Nan Chen, inherited the characteristics of the Southern Song Dynasty and Qi Liang, and was more beautiful and fluent, following the Yongming style and palace style poems, focusing on rhetoric, duality, and sound rhythm, and was superficial and light, and the literary brilliance was far superior to the northern poetry circle, but the carving was too much, and the lack of manliness was not as strong as the northern poetry.

After Zhou Luohu destroyed the country from the south of Chen, his family moved north, integrated into the life of the north, and was also infected with the kind of desolate and powerful, vigorous and healthy wind, but the emphasis is on the ornate and rendering of the rhetoric, and the style of poetry has changed a little.

"I didn't expect Luo Cheng that you are young, your martial arts are good, you are also quite literate and ink, and you are good at writing poetry, this one, it should be the situation, and it is so wonderful!"

Luo Zhaoyun was slightly embarrassed, he lost his mind for a moment just now, he didn't hear everyone's footsteps, he was a little careless, and he appropriated the poems of his ancients, and was praised so much, he was somewhat weak-hearted, and said humbly: "General Zhou doesn't have to boast about his humble duties, Luo Cheng deserves it!" ”

Zhou Luohu saw that he was humble and polite, not at all like an ordinary teenager, and asked, "Luo Cheng, how old are you today?" ”

"I'm fourteen years old."

"Fourteen?" Zhou Luohu was quite surprised, although he saw that Luo Zhaoyun was young and thought that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he did not expect that he was less than fifteen years old.

"Yes, General Biben joined the army that year, and there is still a year earlier, with this outstanding performance and merit, it is really a hero out of a young man, your surname is Luo, I don't know which one of my Great Sui honors Luo?"

Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties and the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the gate valve has been prosperous, and the aristocracy has controlled the government, almost blocking the road to the cold door, and everything must be studied from the family, although Zhou Luohu cherishes his talents, and is impressed by Luo Zhaoyun, but he still can't avoid vulgarity, ask how his family is, which determines how to promote this teenager next.

However, he was poor and rich in martial arts, and Zhou Luohu saw that he had excellent marksmanship and superb martial arts, whether it was a mount or armor, it was not something that those mud legs in the cold door could equip, so there was an expectation in his heart that he must be born in a Xunwang family, not a Guanlongmen valve, and a local Wangjun wealthy family.

"Humble ...... His ancestral home is Xiangyang, he lives in Yunyang County, Jingzhao, and his father Luo Yi is now a hussar general in the town of Guanfu in Youzhou! ”

Luo Zhaoyun thought about it for a while, but decided to tell the truth, after all, if you want to be promoted by yourself, you also need to be clear about your background, otherwise you will lie indiscriminately, if you are found out in the future, it will not be beautiful, and you will be suspected of deception, how to face this General Zhou again?

"Son of Luo Yi!" Zhou Luohu was a little surprised, but he had also heard of Luo Yi's name, but it was a pity that he had never had the opportunity to meet, and he had never served under his account, so he smiled faintly and said: "It turned out to be Jiangmen Huzi, so very good, I know the roots, and I can bring it back to Beijing." ”