In the middle of the night, the wind howled.

A cold wind carried the flying snow in the face, and the goose-featherlike snowflakes fell more and more heavily.

As far as the eye can see, the heavens and the earth are all covered in silver, and they are white.

"Boom!" Fierce thunder pierced the silence of the sky.

Yang Tingfeng was taken aback, and unconsciously thought: "Such a big wind and snow, can it also thunder?" ”

When he was in the Shenji Gate, he often heard the old people of Bashu say that this "thunder in winter, thunder and snow" is not a good phenomenon, but a great bad omen. ”

Once, in the Han Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, there was a folk song "The Evil One", which also mentioned that there is no tomb in the mountain, and the water is exhausted. Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer.

In the words, the heroine gave full play to her imagination, so that this one is more bizarre than the other, and that one is more incredible than the other.

Its essence is just the beautiful ideal in the minds of women who are unable to resist the shackles of feudal etiquette and pursue a happy life.

However, in the bitter winter, the thunder rolled.

Although it is rare, it is a natural phenomenon that has actually happened.

This winter thunder not only pierced the night sky, but also interrupted the thoughts in the minds of the two of them on the snow.

The memory was like a wild horse that had escaped from the leash, galloping on the field in the memory of the two, but it was interrupted by this thunder.

Yang Tingfeng tidied up his clothes and armor slightly, braved the wind and snow, walked in front of the old army, hugged his fists and said: "Dare to ask, the predecessor is ......."

As he spoke, he looked at the old man in front of him in a blink of an eye: he saw that the old man's beard was covered with crystal snowflakes, and the old-style army jacket of Emperor Wen had already been torn in many places, and cotton was exposed in many places.

The old soldier was holding two green lacquer wine jugs for wine, he opened one of them, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Little guy, this senior really doesn't dare to be, the old man is just a little old man who has most of his body in the ground."

After speaking, he looked up, but saw nine feet away, in the wind and snow, a withered plum, in the cold wind, the white plum blossom that had just bloomed, trembling slightly, I felt sorry for myself.

The wind and snow were raging, and the plum trees here were many destroyed, and the old army couldn't help but sigh: "After this winter, I'm afraid even this white plum will wither." ”

Yang Tingfeng also turned his head, looked at the cold plum in the wind, and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, 'The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold.'" 'The seniors are too pessimistic! ”

The old man looked at Yang Tingfeng, smiled slightly, pointed at the plum blossoms, and said, "The little guy misunderstood the meaning of the little old man." You see, this white plum, the plum blossoms on the branches are less than a year a year, I am afraid that the longevity is approaching, just like the person knows the destiny of heaven, the limit has arrived. ”

After that, he hung the two wine jugs and gourds around his waist, staggered to the old Zhongye's stele, and sighed, "Providence is like this, and there is nothing to be done." ”

Veterans don't die, they just wither......

It turned out that the old army compared himself to the cold plum whose life was approaching. Yang Tingfeng suddenly realized, he nodded, and said softly: "What the predecessor said is that the will of heaven is like this, how can manpower plan?" ”

Before he finished speaking, a puff of snow and a timely "snap" crushed the only remaining plum branch.

But when I saw that the branch had fallen, the only three white plum petals left on the branch were also scattered with the wind.

Suddenly, the wind and snow became tighter and faster.

The old soldier stroked his hair, squinted at Yang Tingfeng, and smiled: "Can the little guy do the little old man a favor?" ”

Yang Tingfeng said without hesitation: "Please also ask the seniors to show me!" ”

The old man took down another wine jug, threw it to Yang Tingfeng casually, and said with a smile: "Little guy, the old man's legs and feet are inconvenient, so you can use this wine to wash the stone tablet of the old master." ”

It turned out that his pot of wine was specially for worshipping the old master.

Yang Tingfeng didn't say a word, turned around and poured turbid wine evenly on the stele, and wiped the tombstone with his own hands.

The old soldier also took out a package from behind him, took out some cow dung and dry branches, and divided them into several piles.

He took out the flint and steel from his bag, and his hands and feet fell neatly, and he clicked twice, and black smoke gradually rose from the dead branches, and the fire grew stronger.

The old soldier drew another fire, and a fire was made on the pile of cow dung and dead branches, which also reflected his pale and old cheeks.

He sat cross-legged, took a sip of the turbid wine in his hand, and suddenly sang aloud:

The shadow of the sword and sword was dimmed, and the drum horn sounded far away.

The Yellow Dust Ancient Road was annihilated, and the Beacon Fire Border City was desolate.

Take care of the things before you die, what do you think about the aftermath?

A heroic spirit in the world is galloping!

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed and discussed......

Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed three times, and the firelight reflected the old soldier's miserable white smiling face, and at that moment, it turned red.

Yang Tingfeng turned around, and in the snow, the shadow of the old army was dragged by the firelight for a long time, and it was like a big flag, as stable as Mount Tai.

The old soldier poured another sip of water and wine through his neck, and coughed softly: "Lao Zhong, my big brother; This may be the last time I will come to see you. Ahem...... Ahem...... Our body is not as good as before. Last night, I overheard Na Mo Qin Lang say, little old man, I can still maintain a trace of life, it is incredible. Ha! What does the little girl know? I think that back then, the people of our 'Hubu Battalion' were among thousands of troops and horses, and on top of the blades and swords, the entire battalions of the Zisai Border Army were simply beyond the reach of the dust, even the Guards Xiaocai Battalion, which was known as the world's strongest force, could not be compared. ”

When Yang Tingfeng heard this, he frowned, stopped talking, hesitated slightly, turned around again, and continued to wipe the tombstone.

The old army drank wildly, and after swallowing the cow, he said to himself: "Lao Zhong, to be honest, I really envy you to lie here, always guarding Zisai and guarding the border army." Think about how many brothers buried their bones in the grassland back then, and they didn't even leave a single corpse. ”

Speaking of which, he slowly sprinkled his drink on the snow, which was considered a sacrifice.

"Speaking of which, the old brothers of our 'Tiger Foot Battalion', now, there is only one left, hey....... I'm afraid I'll ...... in the coming year" At the end of his voice, the old soldier choked up, his voice was low, slightly hoarse, and inaudible.

Yang Tingfeng listened to him for a long time, and suddenly there was no sound, and he was suddenly startled.

He hurriedly looked back, but saw that the old army was covered with frost and snow, but he did not move, like a snowman.

Only the occasional wisp of white breath exhaled showed a hint of business.

Seeing that the old army was fine, Yang Tingfeng's hanging heart was slightly relieved.

He put down the flask, walked down the steps, picked up another large crushed branch, and began to carefully sweep the snow around the burial chamber.

At this time, the wind and snow gradually subsided, the thunder stopped, and the goose feather snow had already turned into fine snowflakes.

However, they are still rising and falling.

In the silence, the old army observed Yang Tingfeng for a long time.

Suddenly, as if he had made some great determination, he drank the turbid wine in the jug in one go, tightened the cork, pinned it to his waist, and said secretly: "Lao Zhong, maybe God opened his eyes, and at this last moment, he sent this junior to you and me. ”

"It's not that the clever tactics of your hundred soldiers will be lost!"

The 'Qiancheng' tactics of our Tiger Infantry Battalion's 'riding by foot' have been extinguished in the long river of history......