The last of those who dared to fight disappeared into the night, and the veterans continued to beat the drums vigorously. Knocking and knocking, a forty-year-old man sighed and stopped the mallet in his hand.

Another forty-year-old man saw it, kept his hands, and sneered, "Lao Li, you won't be moved by a few nonsense words from this scholar." ”

Lao Li's face was stunned, and he replied: "A little." ”

Lao Zhao laughed, as if he had heard some funny joke: "This is not like the Lao Li I am familiar with, if the Lao Li I am familiar with was so naïve, he would have died eight hundred times ago." ”

Listening to the ridicule of his friends, Lao Li was not angry, nor did he respond positively, but diverted the topic and said: "Lao Zhao, do you remember what our original dream was?" ”

"Hey, how old are you and what are you talking about? It's nothing more than the Beiding Central Plains that some young people talk about, expelling the Tatars and the like," Lao Zhao recalled with a sneer, easily denying his past.

"And how did we get to where we are?"

"Who still remembers this, those officials I met when I was young, they all turned over and over, and they all felt that they knew everything, and they first thought about killing good people and risking their merits when they went out on the expedition, and saw that Liang Jun ran faster than anyone else, and if they encountered real Qiang troops, they had no will to resist. Saying that a thousand people need 40,000 people to slowly attack it, net TM nonsense, how can I never hear of a war that I have fought for more than ten years. ”

Lao Zhao recalled his career when he was young, and sighed, "I understand, these old men don't want to fight, they want to cheat each other and vouch for each other, and the more they blow the enemy, the more they seem to be guilty of war?" has come and gone, and has experienced a lot under this kind of goods, and his heart is full of anger, isn't it like this after a long time. ”

"Yes, it's been twenty years." Lao Li sighed and asked:

"But have you really forgotten everything?"

Lao Zhao's expression moved, and he quickly returned to his original state.

"I forgot."

"But I can't forget it. I can't forget, when there were only more than 100 soldiers and horses, everyone gathered around the bonfire and thought about how to kill into Liangdu, everyone talked about all kinds of whimsical tactics, and fantasized about the final battle. I still remember that you said wildly at that time, give you 60,000 troops, you can sweep away the universe, and the world will be innocent. Thinking of all kinds of people and things in the past, Lao Li showed a smile of remembrance.

Lao Zhao was silent, how could he forget these. These memories were forcibly pressed in the deepest part of his heart, and then covered with the hardest slate, and erased the traces of the existence of these memories again and again with the attitude of a veteran oil. But how can you forget? The deeper the memory is pressed, the more it is like a wooden thorn trapped in the flesh, and once it touches it, it hurts.

"The eighth team led Wang Zheng, and the fool Liu Erdan of the third team ......" once I thought of it, and those memories that were once vivid seemed to be in front of me again, vivid.

Lao Li also threw away the drumstick in his hand, this old man who had always been kind and kind, and saw that everyone was smiling and grinning, once he became serious, he was so slanted and not angry.

"Everyone has been following you in the first place, not because you can run or rob. When you threw the Qianhu brand in the face of that fool, everyone threw away your military position with you, not because you thought it would be easy to follow you. None of us have forgotten the bonfire that night. Lao Zhao patted the dust on his body, and for the first time in many years, he sorted out his clothes like a soldier.

"It's been ten years before I know it, I don't know how many more years I can wait, and I don't want to wait."

"Lao Li, you ...... Don't be fooled by that girl. She is no different from those hypocritical literati, who want to use our brother's life for a future. Lao Zhao looked at his old buddy in surprise, and for a while he was a little unfamiliar, and stammered and retorted.

"I know, but I don't care. Don't forget what we were soldiers for. Lao Li showed a smile of remembrance, "Who doesn't have a dream in their hearts to regain Chongming and go straight to Beijing?" For the sake of this dream, why not be someone else's pawn? ”

"I can't afford to wait, Her Royal Highness is the most special person I have ever met. After being with her for a long time, Chen Shilang dared to go up with a knife, have you ever imagined a literati shouting and running forward with a gun? Even if she just uses us to escape the fate of going to Liangdu to marry, it doesn't matter. As you said, most of the people in the world are flies and dogs, and I don't think anyone will be able to say the words "I don't agree" to the people except her, and it will be better than other submissive flies, and that's enough. In that case, what reason do we have to sit here? What's the reason to be here and watch? ”

Lao Li's voice became louder and louder, no longer only to Lao Zhao, there were fewer and fewer people beating the drum, and more people gradually surrounded the two of them in the middle, listening attentively.

"Lao Zhao, while we still have a little strength, I want to gamble again, it's a big deal" Lao Li looked relaxed. "Only death."

Lao Zhao lowered his head and quietly looked at these old guys who had been with him for many years. Everyone has been gagging each other on weekdays, scolding literati who don't understand anything, and acting giggling, who seems to be very satisfied with the days of salted fish, but now these old things have red eyes, sobbing their lips, expressing their affection, and they have been holding back these words for a long time, right? All of them are still dreaming unrealistically like young men, right?

But why isn't this the case for you? The man is still a teenager until he dies, and the reason why he has always hidden this feeling in his heart is that he still stepped on his feet and tried to deny it.

I still can't forget it......

Watching the old guys happily prepare their dresses, still giggling as usual, touching each other's armor, and if anyone accidentally gets stuck, there is a tsunami-like boo. But each spine straightened and looked excited. It contains a sharp spirit that has been suppressed for many years.

Everyone was cleaning up, but Lao Li was staring at Lao Zhao motionless, waiting for his final decision. And Lao Zhao remained silent, suddenly scolded, wiped his eyes, and walked straight to the inside of the camp.

"Lao Zhao, you ......" Lao Li was a little disappointed.

"You send two people to stop the guys in front of you first, the young man is frizzy, he runs there without anything, and he is tired to death when he gets there, and he has a fart." Lao Zhao said without looking back, "The rest of the people will move the god arm crossbow with me and lead the horse." Don't you understand the truth that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools? ”

There was silence in the camp, then earth-shattering cheers.