"That's right, so as not to be in a hurry. Brother Wang Meng has to take good care of the third prince and the young lady, hurry up, or the handsome man will be angry, the brothers will collectively beat your military stick......" Everyone coaxed. Only then did they scatter on both sides, and inadvertently, there were already two neat rows of queues, watching Jun Moye and Mei Xueyan slowly pass by among them, and their eyes were full of great relief as if they were looking at their nephews...... Jun Moxie greeted him all the way, until he walked a long way, and when he looked back, he still saw that the nearly 100 big men were still looking at his back and didn't move...... It's like looking at the ...... they respected and adored the most back then The white-clothed marshal ...... and Jun Moxie felt sour in their hearts, and they took a deep breath, trying to contain a certain emotion, but their noses were sour, and tears almost couldn't help dripping...... Wang Meng followed him, his face full of joy, as if he had made some great achievements. Introducing every grass and tree to Jun Moxie all the way, the scar on his face seemed to be trembling with joy...... "Third prince, look here; There were still a few stones here, and the marshal stood on the largest stone at that time, looking back at the majestic march of the brothers, at that time, I was only a small captain of the marshal guards, and I happened to follow the marshal, and I could see it clearly, and I still remember that the marshal said something at that time, and he said: 'This is a good place to camp. ’”

When Wang Meng said the last sentence, his voice suddenly became calm, as if he was imitating the tone of Shen Xiong who spoke without regrets back then, and the expression on his face suddenly became serious.

Jun Moxie followed what he said, and saw a big stone there, square and square, and many edges and corners around it were a little smooth...... Presumably, in the past ten years, these guards have wiped it every day, and this ordinary stone has unconsciously completed the polishing process...... "When I came here, the marshal seemed to be a little worried. The stone wall over there, Da Shuai had stood there for a long time, with a calm face and not a word. After a long time, he made a poem. The brothers were engraved on the stone wall after that......" Wang Meng's eyes were red, and he said: "I, Wang Meng, am a rough man, although I don't understand what that poem means, but every day when I pass by here, I always have to read it again." ”

Jun Moxie slowly walked up, and before he came to the stone wall, he saw that there were indeed four lines of iron painting silver hook-like characters engraved on it, but the handwriting was exactly the same as the seven characters under the mountain:

"The beacon smoke is wide and the banner is open, and thousands of horses and thousands of troops are rolling in;

"It turns out that my father ...... He was already tired of killing...... Jun Moxie watched quietly, and couldn't help but think of the story that the third uncle Jun had no intention of telling him that Jun Wuregret 'men don't mourn'.

These two lines of poetry express Jun Wuregret's heartfelt dislike for war in the heart of Jun Wuregret, a military god of a generation and a commander in white, and his greatest blessing to his brothers and siblings...... The terrain becomes steeper and steeper, and you gradually climb the mountain. Half a mile later, the road on the mountainside is even narrower, at most only four or five people can walk side by side, on one side is a knife-like cliff, straight into the sky, on the other side is a low cliff, the snow under the cliff is as smooth as a mirror, it is like a plain...... "There is a big lake below, but at this time it is all covered by heavy snow, but now it is not visible." If it's summer, it's sparkling and beautiful. ”

Wang Meng introduced with some pride: "After being stationed here for three days, one day the handsome came here, looked at the lake for a long time, and carved a few lines of poetry on the stone wall over there with his own sword......

Jun Moxie had already noticed that on the cliff in front of him, there was another relatively smooth place, on which several lines of handwriting were carved with the tip of the sword, the font was round and full, and it naturally carried a majestic atmosphere: "I hate this body for a long time, who is in charge of the pastoral in my dreams; ”

After reading these four-word quatrain poems, it is as if I have seen a hundred battle generals in a battle robe, looking at the scene of the lake in front of him with infinite fascination...... He is obviously already planning what will happen after retirement, and even, he is looking forward to a bland and happy life after retirement...... Jun Moxie took a long breath of cold air, and suddenly a wave of resentment welled up in his heart: "It turns out that my father has long been tired of the battlefield life and the power dispute, and he already has a plan to retire, and he will not threaten the imperial power at all, but...... The Tianxiang Empire was still afraid that he would be a master of high merit, and the yellow robe would not hesitate to lure the wolf into the house and destroy himself......!

Jun Moxie suddenly felt an inexplicable anger!

"Ahead, it's the handsome tent of the big handsome!" Wang Meng led Jun Moxie all the way, and actually went through the inspection of seven or eight sentry posts, and all the sentry veterans heard that it was the son of the big handsome who came to worship, and they were all excited...... Finally climbed the hillside, here, is the real Tianguan Ridge!

What was displayed in front of Jun Moxie's eyes was a huge military camp with majestic momentum! The wind on the ridge was urgent, and Jun Wu's handsome flag stood tall and flew in the wind, and the bright red banner was like a burning cloud waving in the air, and there was a faint kind of spirit of fighting the world and dominating the world!

Around the tent of the commander of the Chinese army were eight barracks in the shape of horns, watching over each other, like the stars holding the moon, and the tent of the commander of the Chinese army was closely protected; a group of soldiers with bright armor straightened and resolute bodies, patrolling back and forth, with serious and meticulous expressions. As soon as this team passed, a team over there immediately patrolled, and the eight patrol teams came and went, and there was not the slightest gap.

At this time, a man strode out of the tent, wearing a general's uniform, with thick eyebrows and eyes, more than seven feet tall, and an unusually burly figure, where did he stand, it was like an iron tower standing there, only to see the general's eyes glare, and said loudly: "Wang Meng! Let your boy lead the men and horses to clear the snow on the road, and you are actually lazy to return?"

Wang Meng was startled, made a military salute with his feet, and said loudly: "Report to General Wu, it is the third prince of the great marshal who came to pay homage to the young lady with him! ”

"The handsome third son, Jun Moxie?" General Wu's face suddenly changed, and his eyes brushed towards Jun Moxie, and his eyes were even sharper!

Jun Moxie knew when he was at home that Wu Yongjun, the first general of his father's Guards, was a brave tiger general, and when he saw him so majestic, he also admired it in his heart, and just about to step forward to salute, he saw Wu Yongjun's eyes suddenly widen, and he said with some anger: "You kid is Jun Moxie? Why did you come here now, a brute?

It turned out to be a reprimand, plus a series of scoldings, and one sentence changed three titles in a row!

Then, Wu Yongjun's eyes suddenly turned red, he tried his best to open his eyes, controlling his emotions, lest a little tears flow, but his voice was still hoarse, and he scolded himself: "You, this beast, as the only flesh and blood in the world, have not come to worship for ten years! Jun Moxie, you, you, you...... You bastard, you know...... How lonely is he to be here alone, how much he misses you......? You ...... The ...... who is not angry" said that at the end, the voice finally couldn't help but whimper...... Jun Mo Xie was speechless, and in the face of the scolding of the person in front of him, he was speechless, that Wu Yongjun was very loud, he roared, and there were many people in the camp tents around him, as soon as he heard that it was the son of the handsome man who came, they all rushed over, and the scene suddenly became a little chaotic...... "That little rabbit cub, why don't you hurry up and go in to see your father, what are you still ink here, you bastard!" Wu Yongjun roared like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, but after roaring, he couldn't help but rub his eyes, and when he took his hand away, his eyes were already red.

There seemed to be something clogging in his throat, and he snorted a few times like a bellows, grinned a few times, and looked like he was about to cry when he saw it, when he suddenly separated from the crowd, covered his face and ran wildly into a big tent, and then there was a very suppressed sound from inside, like a dull whimper of pain from a brute cow in a quilt...... Great, your son has finally come to see you...... That kid was scolded by me...... But he's coming to see you after all...... He looks like you, he is really handsome, and he also brought a beautiful daughter-in-law, you must like it...... Under the continuous urging of everyone, Jun Moye and Mei Xueyan stepped into the handsome tent step by step.

Everyone stood neatly outside the handsome tent, their faces were full of joy and sadness, and their smiles were full of tears, silently looking at this silent handsome tent, leaving the space inside the handsome tent to Jun Moxie and the others...... Then, facing the handsome tent, they knelt down neatly, and each of them whispered in their mouths: "Congratulations to the handsome......! When Jun Moxie entered, he immediately felt a shock, a heartfelt shock!

In the tent, it is completely a wartime headquarters with a strict military appearance!

Eight chairs were placed on each side, and behind the chairs hung distinctly unsheathed swords, and in front of them was a bookcase, and above it, an ivory bucket, in which were neatly placed a dozen or so military orders.

On the table, a notebook of merit was unfolded, and on the other side, a long sword with a cold light was silently placed there...... On the seat in the middle, there was a person in a white robe with a slight sideways, sitting there, his right hand was on the table, his index finger was slightly bent, as if he was tapping on the tabletop, his left hand was slightly raised, his half-clenched fist was placed in front of his chest, his face was heroic, his eyes were not angry and self-threatening, and there was a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something, thinking quietly, and there was a kind of depressed worry......