Bao Tie'an stood in the snow, wearing snow boots made of wooden planks on his feet and heavy protective gloves on his hands, desperately shaking the snow off the resin.

The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Snow falls not only in autumn, but also in early spring.

"Bao Xundao, be careful, let us do this kind of rough thing!"

Several young soldiers ran over with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and dug Bao Tie'an out of the falling snowdrift.

These soldiers were all the sons of Sanxiang brought from Hunan by the Western Chu Army.

Before joining the army, they had been farming for generations, and the meat they had eaten in their lives probably didn't weigh a pound in total.

So they are not tall, and when they wear bulging old-fashioned military cotton jackets, they look quite cute.

Bao Tie'an slapped the snow off his body, grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed his face.

"Happy!"

Turning his head, he patted the boys on the shoulders and said with concern, "The winter in Hunan is not so cold, is it?" Oh no, it's spring now, can you still hold on? ”

Zeng Dalong was the youngest of several soldiers, and Bao Tie'an's gaze stayed on his immature face a little more, and he reached out to tidy up his clothes.

"Bao Xundao, we are not cold! We used to wear clothes that weren't so warm, and you see, the clothes were full of white cotton! ”

Although Zeng Dalong's surname is Zeng, he may also have some distant relatives with the Zeng brothers, but he has long been very weak, at least his family has been a tenant for three generations, and he has never heard of any broad relatives to help.

In his memory, every winter, there would always be people in the village who froze their hands and feet, or even froze to death, and when it came to the beginning of spring of the next year, it would be even more difficult to survive.

I have persevered in those days, how can I not persist in the days of wearing a cotton jacket and drinking mutton soup and rice?

If there is mutton soup and rice to eat every day, what can you not insist on fighting with Lao Maozi and Hu Hu for a lifetime?

"Warm up!"

Bao Tie'an pinched the thick clothes of the young men and said with a smile, "Do you know where this cotton came from?" ”

"I know, I know, it was Long Live Lord who caught the red neck, and the red neck caught the Kunlun slave, and it was planted in Ming Lijian's back garden!"

A few young men, you replied word by word.

When they are usually fine, the military instructors and imperial trainers of the Royal Army will tell them the story of Zhu Fugui's invincibility in North America.

Bao Tie'an is an old man in the Royal Army. (First appearance in chapter 188.) ）

This "old" refers to both seniority and literal oldness.

When Bao Tie'an was in his 20s, he followed the old Jiang Chen Huacheng and fought the Battle of Wusong Fort in the First Opium War.

Later, with his rich experience in artillery, he joined the Royal Army in his second year in Germany, when he was already 46 years old.

It's just that no matter how rich the experience is, it is the experience of the red-coated cannon after all.

Through the study of night school, Bao Tie'an reluctantly followed the process of regularization of the Ming artillery.

It's a pity that people in their 50s are not the golden age of learning after all.

After the end of the Second Ming-French War, Bao Tie'an applied to the organization and retired from the post of commander of the artillery battalion of the Dingguo Army.

Such an experienced veteran comrade is a valuable asset, and Bao Tie'an is also an idle character, so he took the initiative to ask to be transferred to a political work post and became an imperial trainer who preached the Son of Heaven's martial arts and military and political policies.

Now, he has also followed Zhao Xizhu to the vast world of the Western Regions.

From Jiangnan to North America, and then to the Western Regions, there is Han land as far as the eye can see, and Bao Tie'an is ready to be buried outside the Yumen Pass.

Together with the soldiers, he cleared a clearing, hung white sails on two trees, and Bao Tie'an wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"Old, it's not as good as you young people! The future is yours! ”

"Bao Xundao...... You've won five consecutive Laiyang Rocket Shooting Tournaments......"

The young man didn't believe Bao Tie'an's words at all, this bad old man was very bad.

Bao Tiean said proudly: "Hehe, I'm a political cadre, and playing rockets is just a hobby!" You young people, keep working hard! ”

It's also crooked.

In the artillery unit of the regular army of the Ming Dynasty, Bao Tie'an's old experience and methods have been increasingly marginalized.

The artillery commanders and fighters who graduated from military academies such as the Fengdu Artillery Command College, where Yin Susu is located, or who have advanced their studies, have greatly improved the hit rate of the new-style artillery.

But in the Western Chu Army, whether it is a gas tank mortar or a Hassan rocket transformed from a steel pipe in Laiyang, they are all things that are powerful and resigned to fate.

On the contrary, this made Bao Tie feel like a fish in water and found the feeling of being young.

can be literate and martial, and he has also become the most beloved imperial trainer in the Western Chu Army.

"Just ......"

Zeng Dalong asked, "Instructor Bao, why are you hanging up the white cloth?" The first seven years of the brothers have passed, do you want to bring them back? ”

"Ahh

Bao Tie'an slammed Zeng Dalong's head with a violent shudder, "Who said this is doing something in vain?" Of course, the heroic souls who died in the battle to conquer Dihua have all entered the Chinese Martyrs' Shrine and will enjoy the incense of eternity forever, how can I recruit a bad old man! ”

"And what are you?"

Zeng Dalong hugged his head and asked curiously.

"Didn't I notice two days ago, tonight the screening team of the art troupe came to our camp to show the movie, don't you always pester me and ask, is the movie good? Check it out for yourself in the evening! ”

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Movie.

Zeng Dalong had heard about it a long time ago.

It is said that it was the seventh art invented by Banzai Ye to inspire the soldiers on the front line, and it is ranked alongside literature, drama, painting, music, dance, and sculpture.

It is said that Banzai Ye was also a poet, a writer and a musician.

Zeng Dalong didn't know much about poetry and songs, and he didn't even know how to read.

But the movie claims to be able to break any barriers and hit people's souls, Zeng Dalong has long wanted to see it.

When I was in Xi'an before, Long Live Lord came to the labor army to offer condolences, and he played a movie for everyone.

It's Zheng Rui, ah no, it's a movie with the surname of the country.

It's a pity that at that time, the remnants of the Hu people were being cleared in Lingzhou, and Zeng Dalong missed it perfectly.

I didn't expect to have the opportunity to see a movie in Dihua at this time.

This made Zeng Dalong overjoyed.

I just don't know, is it still "National Hero Zhu Chenggong" this time?

·

In the mood of great anticipation, the sky finally gradually darkened.

It's dinner time again.

In all fairness, it was good for Zuo Dashuai to treat everyone in the past.

The food level of the Chu army was about the same as that of the Huai army, slightly higher than that of the Hunan army, and much better than that of the green camp and ordinary people.

At least drink porridge to find rice grains in the porridge.

If you want to fight with Long Hair, there will be a few dry meals to eat.

Zeng Dalong once thought that as long as he had white rice to eat, he would be very happy, until the logistics of the Chu army were taken care of by a big brother named Zhu Fugui.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Today, Zeng Dalong's esophagus and stomach are already in the shape of Daming.

There's no going back.

Of course, in fact, it is only the shape of the Ming that Zeng Dalong thought.

The real Ming is actually bigger and more fulfilling.

But in any case, compared to the small toothpick that Zuo Dashuai had worked hard to pick out from the Qing court and the squire, it was still too full.

In the open-air cafeteria, I ate stew today.

The fatty pork head meat is taken out of the can, thrown into a large pot, and with dehydrated vegetables, it is stewed with vermicelli until it is soft but not rotten.

Then it is served with a sweet and greasy canned fruit, and the thick sugar juice is combined with yellow peaches or pineapples, which makes people so sweet that they lose their teeth.

It is said that this is a high-class way of eating that has been passed down from the Royal Army.

But to be honest, Zeng Dalong thinks that Kang Shuaifu's spicy beef noodles are more delicious.

Of course, the best thing to eat is to soak in mutton soup and rice, and then sprinkle a handful of spicy seeds, and eat it sweating all over in winter.

It's a pity that the dietitian of the Royal Army said that if you want to be healthy, you still have to eat some vegetables and fruits regularly, and you can't eat mutton every day.

Speaking of which, to this day, Zeng Dalong still doesn't know what that fruit called pineapple looks like.

Isn't it similar to a peach and grows on a tree?

But Zeng Dalong didn't have time to think about these messy things.

Bao Xundao has already held a loudspeaker and asked everyone to finish eating as soon as possible and line up to watch a movie.

Walking has to line up, two people in a row and three people in a line, these are also the basic norms passed from the Ming Royal Army.

However, Bao Xundao said that there is no need to be so strict with the Western Chu Army.

What is the Royal Army going to do with that...... Competing with that Ang Lu people, as long as the Western Chu army can defeat Hu Hu.

There is no high or low level of duty, but the revolutionary division of labor is different.

Zeng Dalong took out a can of spicy peppers from his small bag and sprinkled a handful of pork and cabbage stewed vermicelli.

Hesitated.

He sprinkled two more handfuls of pineapples on the can.

Then he gulped down his dinner.

·

Zeng Dalong's battalion was at the north gate of Dihua City.

It is littered with debris that has been shattered by explosives.

When he was hurrying with his little horse in his arms, Zeng Dalong accidentally tripped over a steel pipe buried in the snow.

It was dug out of the snow, and the words "Dameng Industrial Special Water Supply Pipe, only for civil use" were clearly visible.

Zeng Dalong only felt distressed.

In my hometown in Hunan, how many kitchen knives are so good that such a good iron can be beaten!

Now it's actually used to blow up Hu people.

What a tyrannical thing!

These Hu people, especially the one named Agubai, are going to die anyway, why can't they take the initiative to accept Ling Chi from the Ming masters?

I heard that it is because of him, the Ming masters have been under a lot of pressure recently, and they have to constantly practice knife skills every day, so the mutton in everyone's mutton soup and rice is getting thinner and thinner!

Zeng Dalong shook his head, there was one more reason why he had to destroy the damn pseudo-Hongfu Khanate.

He threw the scrap steel pipe aside and moved on.

After a while, Daming will open an arsenal in Lanzhou, and these scrap iron and steel will be recycled.

Don't worry about it now.

·

By the time Zeng Dalong arrived, the square was already full.

According to the gang to find a place to sit down, Zeng Dalong found that there was a particularly tall guy in the first row who was in the way.

Not only did he sit there blocking the view, but his shiny head was reflective.

Zeng Dalong just wanted to roll up his sleeves and step forward to talk to this friend, but was pulled by his companion on the side.

"You don't want to be spicy! That's the grandfather of the country! ”

Zeng Dalong fixed his eyes, and then patted his head, "Yes, it's so high, it's so bright, who else can it be if it's not the grandfather of the country!" ”

Not to mention the noble status of the biological father of the queen of the dynasty, Zuo Dashuai's brother who married Jin Lan, is the heroic posture of him who entered the city first with a heavy cannon in his hand that day, which is enough to make Zeng Dalong awe-inspired.

Of course, there is no way to be disrespectful, and if you hit the head with a big fist, I'm afraid you will open a sauce shop.

"Why did the grandfather come to our camp? Wasn't he the battalion commander who went to camp first? Zeng Dalong asked curiously.

"I heard that it's not just our camp ......"

The companion looked around and whispered, "The grandfather of the country follows every battalion to watch, and he goes wherever the projection team goes, as if he will never get tired of watching it, I guess, it should be the queen mother who has a role in the movie......"

·

He guessed wrong.

Although the beginning of spring has passed, the night of Dihua still arrives very early.

Bao Tie'an took a loudspeaker and asked everyone to be quiet, and the movie was about to start.

With a "pop", a beam of light pierced the night and hit the white curtain.

Hu Dalong stared nervously at the screen, wanting to know if he could see the "National Hero Zhu Chenggong" that was blown by his comrades-in-arms.

But soon Hu Dalong knew that it was not that movie.

Because what appears on the screen is not Fujian, Wadao, or Taiwan, which are full of water and grass.

What appears on the screen is a desert, a continuous desert.

The scene of the desert was taken from the Great Salt Lake, but the soldiers of Western Chu in Dihua still thought of the vast desert of the Western Regions for the first time.

There is no narration voice.

There is only the whirring of the wind.

It's exactly the same as what they hear outside on a regular basis.

In the picture, the wind and sand gradually stop.

A falcon glides through the sky.

The camera pulls down, and in the sea of sand, there are broken flags and Changge, half-buried under the sand.

On the broken flag, you can faintly see Chinese characters and the characters of the Hu people.

This scene, both familiar and unfamiliar, appeared in front of these Western Chu soldiers, causing each of them to hold their breath.

At this time, a ragged and thief-eyed homeless man sneaked over.

He was like a lowly mouse, bent over his waist, groping for the goods of a dead warrior.

Suddenly, a large number of Chinese copper coins rolled out of a sack.

He was overjoyed.

Just as he greedily stuffed copper coins into his pocket, a white-haired veteran of Bao Tie'an's age suddenly opened his eyes......

·

That's right, the movie screened in Dihua City this time is not any previous film that has been released, but a new film shot by Xinqin Film Studio according to the script provided by His Majesty the Emperor - "The Last Transfer of Tang Mobei".

This movie, or a short commercial film, is the best commercial short film Zhu Fugui has ever seen, and it may not be an exaggeration to say that it is the best historical film.

When he came out, the young man of the Iron Army died in battle and was already a pulsatilla.

Forty-two years of guarding the Western Regions, when will I see Chang'an City again.

In the sixth year of the reign of Emperor Dezong of the Tang Dynasty, 790 AD.

At this time, 30 years have passed since the Anshi Rebellion.

In the midst of the catastrophe that completely changed the trend of Chinese civilization, the main force of the Tang Anxi Protectorate obeyed the order and returned to the dynasty to quell the rebellion.

When they set out, they agreed with the thousands of young soldiers left behind that they would return to the Western Regions when the rebels were wiped out.

However, this parting is forever.

Around these young soldiers were dozens, hundreds of times the Uighurs and the Tibetan army.

With the fall of the Beiting Protectorate, the remnants of the Western Regions were completely cut off from the Central Plains.

As time passed, no one in Chang'an City knew that in the vast desert, there were still two cities of Qiuci and Xizhou still erecting the banner of the Tang Army.

The story takes place when the Tang Army in the two cities transferred military funds.

The escorted troops encountered the enemy halfway and perished with the enemy.

The only one who survived was a white-haired veteran who was nearly sixty years old and had been in the Western Regions for 30 years.

He subdued the outcast, and asked him to transport the military supplies to Qiuzi together.

Along the way, the two of them crossed the vast desert.

Whether it is the harsh weather or the appearance of Hu soldiers at any time, this long journey is full of dangers and variables.

A white-haired veteran, a dull old horse, a homeless man who doesn't know what loyalty is.

Their shadows blurred in the heat rising in the desert.

This is a hopeless path.

It's not because of thousands of miles of yellow sand, not because of hardships and obstacles.

It's because of the veteran's gray hair, because behind him, the once incomparably powerful motherland is no longer there.

Along the way, the homeless man didn't want to run away all the time, and even killed people and took goods.

But in the end, when hundreds of white-haired veterans, dressed in rusty iron armor and lined up in a long winding line, sang the ancient war song "Qin Feng No Clothes", and climbed to the top of the city, he finally understood.

He finally understood what a Han person was and what the Han family blood in his body meant.

With tears in his eyes and an ugly voice, he sang "How can you say that you have no clothes?" with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son! How can you say that you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Work with the son! ”

He became one of these gray-haired veterans.

Then, 12 years later, together with these white-haired old men, he died generously and drowned in the waves of Hu Bing.

At this point, the Tang Anxi Protectorate was completely destroyed.

In the next thousand years, although there was a brief revival of the Guiyi Army and the Mingha Miwei, the Western Regions, the homeland of the Han and Tang Dynasties, was no longer completely controlled by the Han family.

A lonely city for thousands of miles, all white-haired soldiers.

In Dihua City, a Han military barracks, a delicate projector projects a black and white picture on the screen.

Whether it was the military instructors appointed by the Ming Royal Army, or the children of Hunan and Qin in Western Chu, or even some of the original blue flag bannermen who successfully retired from the flag and devoted themselves to the great cause of opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty because of their meritorious service, they all sat quietly on the small horse, their eyes were red.

Every now and then, someone raised his hand and secretly wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

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