Although in Zheng Xiu's memory, his father's appearance has been blurred.

Although he was still very young when his father died in battle.

Travelers, precocious.

Zheng Xiu still remembers some.

The burly physique and hearty laughter are exactly the same as in the vague memory.

Zheng Xiu looked at the face that was seven points similar to himself, needless to say, it was definitely a father.

That's why Zheng Xiucai blurted out, and in an instant, he was in a complicated mood, happy and surprised, and called his father.

Happily, Zheng Xiu never expected that his father had been dead for more than 20 years, and the grass had grown on the grave, and he still had the opportunity to see his father with his own eyes.

Naturally, the information flashed in front of the eyes before the meeting.

This is the "ghost snake".

A ghost snake called the "Ancient Battlefield".

Here it is......

"Twenty years ago!"

"Northern Wilderness!"

Zheng Xiu was in a complicated mood, sitting on the ground, looking at the man in front of him with a beard on his chin and sideburns, and his messy hair dotted with wind and frost.

Zheng Haoran's face was full of thin scars, some of which looked like knife wounds, some of which looked like rough marks left after the abrasions had healed, and some of which were burned and frostbitten, which remained on his body and face, making Zheng Haoran, who was about thirty years old at this time, look like he was in his early forties.

Ghosts?

Ancient battlefields?

Am I going back twenty years?

Flesh crossing?

Zheng Xiu's face changed, he stared at his fist with wide eyes, and the touch of Zheng Haoran's fist was still warm, and it hurt a little.

"Don't shout!"

After Zheng Xiu shouted "Dad", Zheng Haoran glared at him and said angrily: "Lao Tzu is not as big a son as you!" ”

"Hahaha-"

There was a burst of laughter.

Zheng Xiu looked around blankly.

He found out that at this moment, Zheng Jiajun was camping on the edge of a cliff to rest. By naturally blocking the wind and snow, the tired Zheng Jiajun had a moment of respite.

There was a gray-haired veteran on the side and said with a smile: "I said General Zheng, this recruit looks quite like you when you were young, your old man shouldn't have secretly added a brother to you, right?" ”

"Old Li Tou, what are you talking nonsense, don't you know what year my father died in battle?"

Zheng Haoran first glanced at Lao Li, and then he was amused by this "joke" and laughed.

Another veteran coaxed: "This baby looks like she's in her early twenties, pinch your fingers...... Out of the way! ”

"You're all fed, hold on, right?" When Zheng Haoran heard this, his face was angry: "If you are not hungry, pick out the snake meat in the bowl and fill it for the hungry brothers!" ”

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Ahem, ahem!"

The two veterans who ridiculed Zheng Haoran for "happy to be a brother" hurriedly gobbled up the snake soup in the bowl into their mouths, burning their tongues and choking their throats, and making bursts of coughing sounds.

Zheng Haoran picked up the bowl, scooped a full bowl from the pot, and stuffed it into Zheng Xiu's hand.

Zheng Xiu lowered his head and looked at the soup in the bowl - strictly speaking, it was not a broth. I could barely see a few splashes of meat floating, most of them were water, and I didn't see any meat. The only consolation is that it is already a pleasure to be able to drink a bowl of hot food in the ice and snow.

Zheng Haoran grinned: "Look at you, you haven't been on the battlefield a few times, look at those veterans......"

Zheng Haoran pointed to the other veterans.

Zheng Xiu was silent and looked at Zheng Haoran's fingers.

Zheng Haoran said: "Eat faster than anyone else." ”

Zheng Xiu lowered his head and took a sip.

"Gulp!"

Zheng Haoran watched Zheng Xiusi drink slowly, and actually shouted.

Click.

A small crack opened in the mountain wall.

Zheng Haoran hated iron and scolded: "What you are drinking now is not clear soup and little water, but life!" Drink your own life! On the battlefield, hungry soldiers die faster than anyone else, you eat less than others, kill the enemy as hard as others, run slowly, and die faster than others! Didn't your father tell you that if you want to live long, you have to rush to eat? ”

Zheng Xiu was scolded by Zheng Haoran, but his heart was warm. He smiled and gulped the hot soup into his mouth, still thinking about Zheng Haoran's question in his heart.

Zheng Xiu was worried, how to answer?

My dad died early and didn't have time to teach?

Is my dad teaching?

"That's right!"

Zheng Haoran stretched out his fist towards Zheng Xiu, and Zheng Xiu noticed that Zheng Haoran's knuckles were covered with calluses, which were a pair of martial hands.

"Cool!"

Lao Li took two bowls of hot soup into his stomach, burped, and breathed a sigh of heat. He looked back and saw that the "rookie egg" was staring at General Zheng's fist in a daze, so he took the bowl in Zheng Xiu's hand with a smile, filled it for him, and pressed it back into Zheng Xiu's hand. ”

Zheng Xiu stretched out his fist blankly and cautiously touched his father.

Boom!

Daddy's fist was very powerful, and it made a dull sound when it touched it.

"Huh?"

Zheng Haoran frowned, his left eye wrote "Na", his right eye wrote "stuffy", and raised his fist again: "Touch it again." ”

On the side, Lao Li Tou was also stunned, and his originally lazy gaze gradually sharpened.

Zheng Xiu didn't know why, so he raised his fist again and touched his father.

"Nice boy." Zheng Haoran's face was a little more strange, but it didn't take long for him to be relieved, and he patted Zheng Xiu's shoulder: "Remember, Dad, you can't recognize this thing." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and left, leaving Zheng Xiu, who looked confused, holding the bowl on the snow.

"Beiban's bad weather, living here is a crime, Lao Li, who offended me in my last life, I have to come to this broken place to take a walk." A cold wind blew, Lao Li Tou curled his head into the soft armor, his lips trembled, and the sharpness that flashed in his eyes was like an illusion.

The change in Lao Litou's expression just now did not hide Zheng Xiu's eyes, he drank two bowls in a row, and asked if there was any allusion to Zheng Haoran's "fist bump".

"Haven't you heard of it?"

Lao Li asked in surprise.

Zheng Xiu shook his head.

My father died early, and I really don't understand.

"Oh! You're the old ...... Ahem, Holy Soldier, right? ”

Lao Li almost blurted out "old what", but quickly changed his words, with a look of sudden realization: "So, it's excusable." Lao Li nodded and explained: "General Zheng has a quirk, he always says, 'A good man should talk with his fists', hey, don't laugh, General Zheng is not just talking!" It's not Lao Li I blow, General Zheng just joined the army, Lao Li Tou was in his team, Lao Li, I watched General Zheng step by step, and became the general of Zhenguo in the blink of an eye with his crotch! Back then, General Zheng still called Lao Li, my head. ”

Lao Li sighed and pointed to the back of General Zheng clashing with other soldiers not far away, moistened his voice, and continued: "He has a strange ability," Lao Li raised his fist, his clenched fist trembled slightly, "He only needs to touch a fist with someone, as if he can use his fist to understand other people's minds, it is a person or a ghost, as soon as he touches the fist, he knows, just now General Zheng is going to touch you for the second time, Lao Li I thought that the army was mixed into a detailed way, General Zheng showed a little murderous spirit, Lao Li I didn't say a word, picked up the knife and clicked your kid, and carried your head to lead the army Gongla!" ”

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he was stunned: "So evil? ”

"What's evil!" Lao Li Tou feigned anger and knocked on Zheng Xiu's head: "General Zheng can become a general of Zhenguo at a young age, and he is ordered to be in danger, how can ordinary people understand?" A bit of a natural ability is not taken for granted? ”

"That's it! Is that! ”

Zheng Xiu followed Lao Litou's words and muttered in his heart. Could this be my father's natural ability to read minds?

He wouldn't have heard himself desperately shouting his dad in his heart just now, would he?

Thinking of Zheng Haoran's expression when he walked away, Zheng Xiu guessed in his heart.

Now the barracks under tents and tents are endless, and countless heads are sitting and resting on the snow with different looks, and some people are riding horses on the periphery.

After getting acquainted with Lao Li in a few words, after "bumping fists" with Zheng Haoran, as if he had completed the enlistment ceremony, Lao Li was no longer wary of Zheng Xiu. From Lao Li's words, Zheng Xiu sorted it out and deduced his current situation.

Now the Northern Barbarians are invading the border between the two countries in the north, and as Zheng Xiu knows, the Northern Barbarian tribes have been at war with Daqian for several years.

The Northern Barbarian offensive was fierce, the mountains and rivers were defeated, and not long ago at the oath-taking ceremony in the imperial city, Wei Yangzun personally put on armor and went to the battlefield with Zheng Haoran.

One after another big battles were fought, and on this front, the Beiban was repulsed and retreated beyond the Fenjian River.

The north and south sides of the Fenjian River are five miles in total, which is a blurred area of the national border between the two countries.

With such a proud result, Zheng Haoran could have happily turned back and returned to the capital to become an official and knight, but when he was in the Fenjian River, Zheng Haoran resolutely wanted to expand the results and go deep into the Northern Barbarians, so as to attack instead of defend, and win a respite for other fronts.

Wei Yangzun turned back in the Fenjian River, it is said that it was General Huo Yu who escorted the emperor back, and the emperor's personal soldiers merged into the Zheng family's army, which led to the "sudden realization" of Lao Li Tou, who mistakenly thought that the "Zheng Xiu" with a fresh face was the original emperor's personal soldiers.

Zheng Xiu still remembers that for a while, in the tea liao study, storytellers were singing about General Zheng's deeds. He led an army of 10,000 people to break through the Northern Barbarians and kill all the way to the foot of the holy mountain.

The historical records are unknown, but at present, one thing Zheng Xiu can confirm is that the coalition army led by Zheng Haoran is definitely not as many as the "10,000 people" recorded in the history books.

Zheng Xiu's teeth clenched, his fists clenched, and a nameless anger surged up.

A thousand people, just a thousand people, dare to go deep into the Beiban alone?

Isn't this overt death?

Zheng Xiu still remembered that before the first World Line move, Wei Yangzun told him that on the bank of the Fenjian River, it was his father who knocked the emperor unconscious with a punch and forcibly sent the emperor away.

But is that really the case?

It's just that

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xiu's clenched fist slowly loosened, and a sense of powerlessness struck.

Is the "past" he is in now a phantom of twenty years ago, or is it really like the "White Carp Village", which can change the "node" of the past?

"If I could change the past......"

A bold thought suddenly floated in Zheng Xiu's heart.

Terrifyingly bold.

If Daddy survived......

"The trumpet is blown! Going! Don't be stunned, recruit! ”

Lao Li suddenly patted Zheng Xiu's shoulder, waking Zheng Xiu up from his contemplation.

He was already packing up the marching pot, picking up the guy, watching the recruit stunned on the snow and not moving, and reminded him loudly.

"Yes!"

Zheng Xiu hurriedly got up.

"Then again, your dad really doesn't have a surname...... Zheng? Lao Li Tou took a few steps, and couldn't help but trot back, and asked in a low voice. The word "gossip" was written on his face.

Zheng Xiu shook his head slowly.

"It's a pity, it looks so similar." Lao Li Tou sighed: "The world is so big, there are no surprises." ”

I don't know what Lao Li Tou is sorry for.

A petite scout with a ponytail tied up, white fur around his mouth and nose, and even his clothes made of white fur, which looked like a brute. He dismounted and whispered to Zheng Haoran in front of the military formation.

The low sound of the horn was fleeting, and I didn't dare to blow it for a long time.

It was snowing in a heavy wind outside, and the snow was ankle-deep, and the horses could not run, so everyone could only dismount, staggering on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, leading the horse and carrying the guy forward.

Lao Li Tou walked beside Zheng Xiu, chatting with each other.

He asked about Zheng Xiu's family history.

Lao Li Tou obviously belongs to the kind of person who is self-cooked, the old fritter in the army, and he slips away very much.

Three miles of footsteps to find out Zheng Xiu's family history "clear".

Zheng Xiu said that he was "surnamed Zhang Mingsan", his parents died early, and he depended on his sister for his life, and ran a small business before joining the army, barely making ends meet.

Aside from the name, the rest of the family history is not a lie.

When Lao Li heard "Zhang San", he nodded vigorously, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he praised "good name".

Since the first day, Zheng Xiu has not had a chance to talk to his father.

On the night of the third day, Zheng Xiu got up to pee, which coincided with the full moon, Zheng Xiu watched the ice and snow melt, and when he shivered, a line of gnats in front of him secretly floated.

[You use the pseudonym Zhang San to join the Zheng Jiajun column in the northbound line. 】

Zheng Xiu first looked stunned, and then lifted his pants expressionlessly.

[Have you thought a thousand times, even if it is only once, if you have the opportunity to return to the old days, will you save your father from danger? 】

[Life cannot be repeated. 】

[Since you do it all over again.] 】

[Do it and cherish it.] 】

There was no one around, and the tired soldiers slept in their tents, snoring everywhere.

Zheng Xiu watched blankly as the lines of text secretly floated up, silently fading away from his vision. Zheng Xiu suppressed his voice and slapped those small words. Small words are scattered in the air.

"Get out!"

"Don't think I don't know if you're sneaking up on 'narration'!"

"Get out! What the hell is going on? ”

"I don't believe it's just a simple 'ghost'!"

No one answered Zheng Xiu, Zheng Xiu was like roaring into the air, and his back was lonely. The thin snowflakes fell on Zheng Xiu's shoulders, and when it was quiet, it didn't take long for it to fill up.

"Shhhh Hush! Hush! Eldest brother! ”

At this time, a shadow sneaked out of other tents behind him, tiptoeing behind Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu heard the rustle of his feet on the snow, and when he turned back vigilantly, he heard a familiar voice.

Looking back, a shiny skull shone brightly under the full moon, looking like a light bulb from afar and up.

"Monk!"

Zheng Xiu pulled the monk into the shadows in surprise, and hurriedly said, "You guys also came in?" ”

"Woooooo The monk threw himself into Zheng Xiu's arms: "I finally saw you, big brother!" ”

A little reminiscence, let Zheng Xiu understand one thing.

In front of the "Hundred Ghost March" on the snowfield, the monk and Feng Bei watched Zheng Xiu and Zheng Haoran phantom fist bump, and a pitch-black vortex appeared in front of Zheng Xiu, sucking him in.

The monk, Fengbei, and Xiao Fengmeow reacted very quickly, grabbed the corner of Zheng Xiu's clothes and were swept in together.

With a flicker of his eyes, the monk was dizzy in the drum washing machine-like passage, spread Zheng Xiu's clothes, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already a gang leader.

At first, the monk didn't want to find a chance to slip away, until he saw "Zheng Haoran", who looked very similar to Zheng Xiu.

At first, he thought that Zheng Haoran was Zheng Xiu's "incarnation", and he stepped forward to hug Zheng Haoran and shouted big brother twice, making a joke.

I don't blame the monk for this.

It's quite similar.

In the past, when Zheng Xiu was quiet at night, he even suspected that Zheng Haoran was his incarnation.

No, the rumors are refuted.

"You mean, you've been with my dad for a month?"

Zheng Xiu frowned and thought about it, he never expected that it was clear that the three people and one cat came in at the same time, but they had obvious deviations in the timeline of arriving at the "Ancient Battlefield".

"Where is my Fengbei?"

Zheng Xiu asked.

The monk scratched his head in confusion: "This, the little monk really didn't see it." ”

It was hollowed out yesterday, and the leave note didn't have time to be sent.