It's a safflower set again.

It was a rubble-scorched earth, but now it's a different picture.

The remnants of the wall have long been gone, replaced by neat marching tents, which stretch for miles and are very spectacular.

There were very strong bonfires burning between every two tents, and on each bonfire a whole sheep was roasted, and the bare-armed Mongol soldiers were holding brushes and constantly roasting, and three or five companions were drinking mare's milk wine.

There was a carnival and lively scene, but Zhang He was wearing a big black cloak and walked into the barracks of the Mongolian army with his head held high.

A loud voice resounded throughout the battalion: "General Dingbeiwu of the Central Plains has arrived--"

All the wine bags were put down, all the noise stopped, and all eyes were on him at once.

Most of these eyes are amazed and admired, in the camp of the Mongolian army, a general of the Central Plains actually dared to come alone, and then look at his bearing, quite proud, fearless heroic nature.

This is exactly what the Mongol soldiers admired the most.

A man's true colors, a hero has no regrets, and a man should have the appearance of a man.

Suddenly, the sword halberd forest was set up in two rows, blocking the way in.

Zhang He's face was not different, he walked away, halfway through, his cloak shook, a gust of wind rolled up, the wind and sand flames flew everywhere, and the sword and halberd forest had to be withdrawn.

"Brother Wu is not only good at skill, but also very courageous!" A woman's voice could be heard in the distance.

When the voice fell, the person arrived in front of her, which showed that her martial arts were not weak.

She was undoubtedly a very beautiful woman. Even if you put on the general's costume, it is difficult to hide your coquettishness.

Zhang He stopped and said lightly: "I'm here for the banquet!" ”

These four words were very simple, but from his mouth, no one dared to doubt their weight.

The female general stared at him for a long time, but finally gave way to the way, and she had already seen that whoever wanted to stop Zhang He would have to pay the corresponding price.

She was obviously a smart person, and Zhang He couldn't help but look at her more: "What's your name?" ”

The female general suddenly smiled again: "Since Brother He can think of Xiao Liuzi, can't he remember me?" ”

"Are you Qingqing?" Jang Hyuk's memory seemed to go back to the distant past, and he remembered this girl. is Liu Qingfeng's partner, and he is also a child who grew up from a difficult life, and now he has also become a capable cadre of the left envoy of light?

Why is it old lately? Zhang He's expression seemed to be a little abrupt.

Suddenly, the center of the main camp arrived, and a stage was set up here, like a long iron bridge, surrounded by brilliant lights and full of generals. Killing chickens and slaughtering sheep, staggered and staggered, a scene of celebration.

On the case of the generals on the highest platform, the left envoy of Guangming stood up, personally greeted him, and stood in front of Zhang He.

The Left Envoy of Light stared at him: "You're here!" ”

This time he didn't show any aggressiveness. It's as natural as greeting an old friend.

"I'm coming!" Zhang He replied calmly, his words were even a little mechanical, but in any case, they used to be friends after all, between men and men. There are also such delicate feelings.

The Left Messenger of Light made a gesture: "Please-"

"Please—" Zhang He followed him to the high platform.

The two sat side by side on the general's desk, and the left envoy of light waved his hand and said, "Don't get drunk or sleep tonight!" ”

Under his order, the three armies thundered, and the cheers were like a tide, and in an instant, the main camp became even more lively.

"Drink! Please! The left envoy of the light picked up a jar of wine with one hand, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Zhang He looked at him with some surprise. In my memory, the Bright Left Envoy was by no means such a casual and impulsive person, he was always too calm and cautious.

Zhang He didn't say much, he took the wine jar handed over by the soldiers below, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The alcohol was cold, but as soon as I drank it, it seemed that a fire burned all over my body. After a long time, he put down the wine jar and praised loudly: "Good." Good wine, burn knives! ”

Looking at his expression, a smile appeared on the face of the Bright Left Envoy, although he was smiling, why were his eyes a little red?

"How many years has it been since our brothers drank together?" He asked.

Zhang He sighed: "It's been several years!" ”

The left envoy of Guangming said: "It's five years and two months!" ”

Zhang He looked at him: "You still remember it very clearly!" ”

Of course, I remember clearly that five years ago it was also the Spring Festival, and the three of them drank together, in a pavilion on a hillside.

Although it is not a good place, as long as there is a sunny day in the snow, any bad place will become better.

They drank and watched the fireworks over the city, which were brilliant but fleeting.

Many beautiful things are often like this, like a meteor, leaving only a moment of splendor and eternal darkness.

That night, Zhang He was drunk, so drunk that he couldn't talk.

Drunk people often do a lot of incredible things, Zhang He was drunk and hazy at the time, and he said that he wanted Xue Zhongqing to marry him.

Xue Zhongqing laughed on the spot, laughing so much that the flowers and branches trembled, and the smile was without an image.

Zhang He also laughed, laughing heartily, laughing so much that he almost burst into tears.

Since that night, the three of them have never drunk together, not because the wine is harmful, but because sometimes even the most beautiful wine becomes bitter and astringent in the mouth.

Guangming Zuo Envoy has tasted this taste now, he understands Zhang He's past mood in an instant, he only feels that Zhang He is extremely strong, to be precise, he only knows how strong Zhang He is now.

When he rebelled and couldn't find anyone to drink, Zhang He, who he regarded as an enemy, came, and came alone.

Not for anything else, maybe just because in Zhang He's heart, he still regards the Guangming Left Envoy as a good friend.

Friendship is eternal, and the passage of time and the precipitation of years make the wine of friendship stronger and more mellow.

The left envoy of light suddenly turned his head, he didn't look at Zhang He again, but his eyes were even redder, he didn't want to cry. Rather, he wanted to bleed, and he was ready to bleed.

The whole army was still jubilant and drinking, and Zhang He suddenly said: "You are alone? ”

Only then did the left envoy of Guangming turn around: "I'm alone!" ”

This sentence is enough to explain a lot of problems, and Zhang He said: "They didn't support you? ”

The Left Envoy of Light refused to answer.

Zhang He's heart suddenly sank: "I think, there must be a very special reason for this!" ”

The Left Messenger of Light looked at him, waiting for him to judge.

Zhang He sighed: "There is no shortage of good hands in this group of people you brought out!" ”

The left envoy of light said: "Can you see it? ”

Zhang He nodded: "I can only see a little!" ”

"Which point?"

Zhang He said: "It's too easy for you to come out!" ”

The heart of the Left Envoy of Light also sank, and he actually ignored such an obvious problem.

The Mongolian army of 200,000 was stationed in the polar North Ice Town, and 100,000 people fled at once, although the Great Khan was an NPC and could directly mobilize the army, but the Moon Gentleman Sword in the clouds They actually ignored it. There has been no news of it.

Did they calculate the right move of the Bright Left?

Zhang He said: "It's not that they have calculated this, at least she is not this kind of person!" ”

As long as "she" was mentioned, the left envoy of Guangming felt a pain in his heart, but he quickly changed his words: "You see, at least we have an army of 100,000 horses. ”

Zhang He was watching, watching the scene of celebration on and off the stage, and there were fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Many years ago today, he also saw fireworks. But not here, but outside the abandoned shed in the city, he imagined that the fireworks in the whole city were blooming for him, he was a general galloping on the battlefield, mobilizing the three armies, commanding the suave, heroic and unique in the world. …,

Today, his wish has been largely fulfilled. Brother Jinghualou is not the first in the world, but there are indeed not many people in the dynasty who can compete with him.

The three armies cheered, the fireworks were brilliant, one person stood on the platform, and all the people descended together, this is what a happy and proud scene in life.

But now. He had turned his huge barracks into that filthy construction site, and he suddenly remembered the days of suffering and poverty, at least when he was free and carefree, not as he was now.

Alas, how difficult it is to satisfy people's hearts, even Zhang He is no exception.

At this time, Qingqing walked up. She took off her general's uniform and changed into a pink phoenix dance silk suit, leading a group of female players who were warblers and swallows.

"Brother Zuo, Brother Wu, it's the Spring Festival, how about I come to cheer the two big brothers?" Qingqing arched his hand.

The left envoy of light was in melancholy, and when he saw her say this, he couldn't help but nod and said, "Okay." You go! ”

As soon as he agreed, the twenty female players retreated one after another, some played the drum, some stroked the zither, some played the pipa, some blew the jade Xiao, and some groaned softly, and the famous song "Love in a Fallen City" was played on the central stage:

Sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and shy flowers, so beautiful that there is nowhere to hide;

People are beside them, like bathing in spring, and they would rather die than have regrets;

The country is beautiful and fragrant, let it be entangled, even if life is short;

You love me, you come and go, who is lucky enough to be a pair?

Look at me giving up the rivers and mountains to please you, and all the people sing in unison for the ages;

You see the distant mountains smiling and the water flowing for a long time, and the sea is dry and rotten;

Today, you are drunk, and I can't put down your beauty;

Don't wait for your hair to go gray to regret it......

In the majestic and gentle dance music, Qingqing is dressed in a neon coat and feathers, holding a blue light sword, soaring into the air, spreading and moving, at this moment, the sword weapon in the sky dances, the light breaks through the sky, like a peerless face sword dancing in all directions, and the entire night sky is overshadowed.

"Okay---" The cheers of the officers and men of the three armies soared into the sky, and there were war drums beating outside the school field to help the drink.

This kind of sword dance made the left envoy of light dazzled, and he couldn't help but praise loudly: "Okay, good dance, everyone will be rewarded tonight." ”

With a "bang", the whole barracks cheered even more, and the order given by the commander of the whole army was really the best medicine to boost morale.

When he turned his head, he suddenly found that although Zhang He was staring at the sky, there was no expression on his face.

"Not good!" It was too late for the Bright Left Envoy to realize that something was wrong, and the sword dance in the sky suddenly converged, and suddenly turned into a huge light and shadow and fell. (To be continued) RQ