[I've been writing this for a long time, and I'm finally done, I hope that day is not very far away.] 】

Some Hu people who have been doing business in Daqin for a long time said that we Daqin people are strong, brave, loyal and unyielding, and the other meaning of this is to admit death and not look back, even if it is wrong, it will be carried, even if it is death, it must stand.

The prosperity of the Great Qin King City is far away from our small border city. But we are still proud to be Qin, and I have the impression that Great Qin is the most powerful country in the world. The Sixteen Kingdoms of Hudi outside Shule City are far worse than our Great Qin, like fleas in front of lions.

Life in Shule City is not easy, and we are often attacked by those fleas outside. We Daqin people know that the poor are happy, and the gentleman is poor, don't laugh, although this is indeed ridiculous, but many times, this will give you a kind of pressure, so that when you want to be unscrupulous, you will leave a line of defense in your heart.

But those Huma, with flat heads and wide hooves, dressed in beast skins, and with messy braids, are different, and they only know how to rob.

Every autumn and winter, they will come, burn, kill and loot, even if they can't attack Shule City, they will wreak havoc in the surrounding villages. As soon as the Shule army came out of the city to meet the attack, they would scatter and retreat to the depths of the wasteland, leaving behind a place of corpses, of course, among them, there were many of our Great Qin warriors.

For as long as I can remember, the direction of the victory in the war outside Shule City has come to our Great Qin, but it is better not to have such a victory, the Yan people, Jiang people, Rong people, Qishan people, and Xing people who are close to Shule City, what they want is never victory, what they need is food, blood, and carnival.

Everyone else calls me Xiao Yi, and I have lived in Shule City since I was a child. The vast desert and grasslands outside the city of Shule are collectively referred to as Hudi, and Hudi currently knows that there are sixteen countries that have dealt with our Great Qin, and in official documents, they are collectively referred to as the Sixteen Kingdoms of Hudi. It is not known whether there are any other tribes or nations in the vast desert steppe.

Our Shule army is the vanguard army stationed in the northwest border of Great Qin, and the imperial court also knows the importance of Shule City, and the annual military salary and food are enough to maintain an army of 5,000 people. The Yunzhong Army, the real main force of the Northwest Frontier, was stationed in Tongwancheng, with a standing reserve of 50,000 men.

The Yunzhong army was under the unified jurisdiction and dispatch of the imperial court, and the sergeants came from all over Daqin, from Longxi to Jiangling, from Bazhou to Hezhou. But our Shule army is different, mainly local young and middle-aged people, and every child in Shule City, after the age of fourteen, will join the Shule army. Behind us is the entire Great Qin, so we are never afraid of those Hu people who do not know how to educate, we are all looking forward to when we can defeat Yanran Mountain, incorporate the vast wasteland and desert into the territory of Great Qin, and include all the barbarians in Hu Land into the Great Qin Civilization.

It's just that, just like what Old Master Chen taught us, things must be reversed, and prosperity must decline. We all feel that Daqin is like the sun at noon, blazing and dazzling, but we don't know that the sun will eventually set.

When I was seventeen years old, Yu Chonghua raised troops from the prosperous Jianning County and erected the anti-Qin banner. The whole world became a boiling water in an instant, and the banner of Dayu, which was pulled up by Daqin, Nanchu, and Yu Chonghua, and the sixteen kingdoms of Hudi near Shule City, the blood surged into a whirlpool, and the roar of the battle array dispersed the clouds of the nine days.

Yu Chonghua stirred up the storm in the six counties south of the Yangtze River, the Southern Chu soldiers went out to Fufeng City, and Daqin was dragged by two strong enemies, and he had no time to take care of our small border city of Shule.

Finally, in the autumn of the eighteenth year when I was eighteen, the five small kingdoms of Yan, Jiang, Rong, Qishan, and Xing, which were close to Shule, formed an army of 80,000 people.

I still remember that the weather was very sunny that day, there was an osmanthus tree under the city wall, and I stood on the castle tower, and the warm sunlight was like a comfortable silk quilt, which made me sleepy. The osmanthus plant exudes a faint, faint fragrance, which smells like it is there or not, and it makes people even more tired.

It's just that the ancient bronze bell hanging on the castle tower suddenly rang at this moment of exhaustion, and I heard the dull and long sound many times. I quickly came to my senses, the sound of the ancient bronze bell became more and more urgent, at first, it seemed that this old bell also felt slack, because of this kind of thing, it has also experienced many times, those Hu people outside the city, more bluffs, fewer real knives and guns, since the last war, at least decades have passed, the old bronze bell also feels that it can cope with the next scene.

But the soldiers who knocked it did not seem to intend to let it go, and hit it more and more urgently and harder. Finally, the old bronze bell seemed to feel that something was wrong, and the dull voice became rapid, excited, and excited.

The war came, and when it came, it didn't leave. Now, I'm twenty years old, another fall, and the war continues. The osmanthus blossomed and fell, fell and opened, but the faint fragrance that seemed to be there was still there, and now there was only a piece of cold blood. In the past two years, the entire Shule City has been like a Shura field, no one wants to come in, and those who come in can't get out.

The commander of the Shule army is General Geng, a native of Yingchuan, but he has lived in the Hudi frontier all his life, with long hair, fortitude, and love the people like a son, and everyone in Shule City respects him.

The alliance of the five clans is determined to capture Shule City, because Shule City is a thorn in their path, and if they are stuck here, they will not be able to advance. In order to pull out this thorn, they have already spent two osmanthus blossoms here, and we will continue to fight.

I have been weak since I was a child, but the men of Shule City have always had a tradition of joining the army, I also entered the barracks when I was fifteen years old, General Geng took care of me, and made me a banner soldier for the herald. On that day two years ago, when the war began, it happened to be my turn to be on duty.

In the past two years, I have lost relatives, friends, and comrades-in-arms, but Shule City is still here, and the osmanthus under the city is still here, and General Geng also said that the military soul of Daqin is also here.

As he said this, in the midst of a battle to defend the city at dusk, a wolf's tail arrow pierced his face, and his stiff beard turned blood-red, and his saber cut off the head of a bearded man who had climbed up to the top of the city, and his cloak was as red as fire, like the sunset on the horizon at that time, and like blood all over the ground.

He pulled out his arrow, and roared with a hideous face, his words slurred, but I could understand them. "Defend here, guard Shule, and guard the soul of the Great Qin Army."

After we repelled another wave of attacks, General Geng saw me, and the military doctor wanted to go over and treat his wounds, but he pushed him away, and he said to me vaguely: "Oh, little ghost, it's good." ”

I grew numb in the blood of the battle, in the sorrow of the dead, and in the fear of not being able to see the future, we have been guarding for two years, and we have never seen the shadow of the Yunzhong Army, and I heard that the battle situation in the six counties south of the Yangtze River is becoming more and more chaotic. There are wars everywhere, there are dead people everywhere, where can we retreat, we can't retreat, not to mention that this is still our homeland.

I remember that when Fan Fatzi died, the laurel trees under the city were lifeless dead branches, and there was still snow on the city tower. Fan Fatzi was stabbed by two bearded sabers, fell from the city, broke some branches of the laurel tree, and the blood was sprinkled on the snow like falling red osmanthus petals.

Fan Fatzi has been snatching my sugar gourd since he was a child, I have fought with him many times, those two Hu people are coming at me, and he is in front of me.

The people of Shule City disappeared like morning dewdrops, and their tears had long since dried up, waiting for the day when the blood would also drain, and that day would come sooner or later.

General Geng always frowned, and during this time, the wrinkles deepened. The food in the city is almost exhausted, although I only eat a bowl of porridge with a visible figure every day, not that I am not hungry, but I want more people to live.

Chen Fuzi ascended to the top of the city early in the morning, and at that time, there were still crystal dewdrops on the osmanthus petals under the city. There were one hundred and seventy-six people who climbed the tower with Master Chen, and I remember it very well, because I counted them. I know everyone, because there are not many people alive at this time. Chen Fuzi, Mrs. Li, Fan Fatzi's mother, three-year-old Meng Xiaohu, Hua Xiaoman, and all the old and young women and children living in the city.

Master Chen used to teach me to read Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, the Universe Flood, and also hit the palm of my hand with a board; After Fan Fatzi died, Mrs. Li personally gave me Fan Fatzi's blood-stained knife; Xiaohu often dragged his snot and shouted for me to buy him candy man and sugar gourd to eat; Hua Xiaoman said that when the war is over, he will marry me.

Chen Fuzi pulled the little tiger beside him, he looked at General Geng, and said: "Bozong, for the old man, kill a few more thieves, for Daqin, grow more majestic, for the history books, write a few more heavy inks, for the descendants, leave a few more sighs." ”

He touched Xiaohu's head: "Little boy, go one step ahead with the master." ”

Xiaohuzi didn't understand what was going to happen, he turned his head to me and shouted, "Brother Xiaoyi, remember to buy me candy man." ”

Hua Xiaoman was the seventh to jump, she glanced at me, a little reluctant, but turned around very resolutely.

The morning dawn came, and the dew dissipated silently.

When the blood-red remnant sun fell, when the sunset burned out, there were only sixty-three people left in the huge Shule City. There are only sixty-three of the five thousand Shule troops and five thousand good men, but the war is not over yet.

The fog in the early morning was so thick that it was like smoke rising from thousands of homes at the same time, but it was difficult to see that scene again, and it would never be seen again. General Geng stood on the castle tower, facing the east, with arrows stuck in his body, and there was no more unbridled laughter, he hadn't laughed for a long time.

He was good at wine, and the last bowl of wine was spilled on the ground in front of the city tower in Qingming a few months ago. The blood drained, and finally it drained.

When I leaned against the osmanthus tree, I felt very heavy, I tried to look up into the air, I saw the interlaced branches of the osmanthus tree, saw the dawn slowly dispelling the morning mist, saw me sitting on Abba's shoulder, and went to the street everywhere to join in the fun, rattles, sugar gourds, bamboo dragonflies......

When I saw my grandmother embroidering tiger head shoes for me, the yellow flames jumped and jumped, and there was a big shadow on the window; saw Hua Xiaoman pointing to the stars in the sky and said that it was Morning Glory and Weaver Girl; I saw that the small Shule city was full of osmanthus flowers, like a snowfall, with fragrant snow.

Next year's osmanthus will bloom, and it should bloom again.