What does the true value and meaning of war mean to a man?

Or, to put it another way: what is the incredible value and significance of one war after another, seemingly endless, worthy of generations of good sons and daughters to go to the front line, and in the end most of them die on the battlefield?

Once, Yang Chuan thought that he thought very clearly and thoroughly, and stubbornly believed that all wars were terrifying and boring.

However, when he held on to the stone barrier for three days and three nights, and beheaded seven people, he suddenly figured it out.

War is not a simple turn-based game, and the wins and losses of each side can be counted in a pile of cold numbers, bound into a book, and preserved as a historical document.

No, it's not like that.

War is actually a confrontation and struggle between two civilizations.

Savage and civilized, alien and comradelike, iron and blood, nomadic and agrarian, beast and man.

On the battlefield, the only thing you have to do is kill the enemy in the most effective way possible, whether it's with weapons, fists, teeth, nails......

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It's been three days in a row, and it seems like it's been fighting all the time.

Extreme tiredness can lead to unconscious hallucinations that everything they have experienced is illusory, that this battle will go on endlessly, and that there will never end.

Anyway, as long as you hear the drums of war, you have to get up and fight; When you hear the sound of gold, you fall to the ground and fall asleep.

Fighting has become a human instinct and need.

This kind of high-intensity battle made Yang Chuan's spirit in an extremely high state all the time, and he gradually had the illusion: 'If this damn war ends, will I disappear with it?' ’

It is a disease that some later generations called 'war dependence'.

He believed that many of the veterans of the stone barrier were sick.

In the eyes of these old things, he can't see fear, he can't see tiredness, he can't see the so-called boredom and disgust; What he could see was a kind of madness under extreme coldness, and his heart was beating when he saw it.

Because, in the eyes of these veterans, Yang Chuan saw his own image: indifferent, calm, and calmly facing war and death......

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Chen Ye, the guard of Shimen Barrier, is a loyal and honest man from Longxi, starting from a good family, step by step to today's rank of 600 stone military marquis, it took a full eighteen years to cut off seventy-eight Hun heads, which has made many veterans envious.

And this time, the number of Huns he killed with his own hands exceeded the total number of enemy chieftains he had killed in the past eighteen years.

According to the military merit system of the Han Dynasty, after this war, Chen Ye should be promoted to two levels.

As for the other veterans, they also had many gains, and the old one who killed the most enemies was the veteran soldier who registered Yang Chuan at that time, and now he has killed 37 people.

However, no one was happy.

There were too many Huns, and they rushed up in waves, and after being killed, they threw down the city wall, and let the cold wind blow outside the fortress overnight, and it would become cold and hard, and every bloodstained and green forest face maintained an obscure sneer, which made people panic.

And those Han veterans who died in battle are much better-looking.

These old things, before they died in battle, they didn't have a proper shape, and they always liked to brag about their feats when they were young, as if they were all young people, and there were not eighty women who had been troubled, but at least eighteen.

Now it's okay, I don't have to brag in this life, thinking about it makes people's hearts panic, and I want to scold happily: "Old thing, you have the ability to get up, and fight for another 300 rounds!" ”

It's a pity that this man is dead, and there is nothing left.

It's good to die.

If you die, you don't have to work hard, if you die, this section of the rotten city wall has nothing to do with them.

And the living still have to fight, endless battles, for the living, for the dead, for the territory and dignity of the Han Empire behind them, fight to the end!

Every morning, a large group of vultures would come to the feast, and like some nobles, they would turn a blind eye to the great battle, and fall down generously, picking at the frozen corpses, looking very disgusted......

……

"Hold on for another day and night, and our reinforcements should come."

At dusk on the third day, after repelling another wave of siege by the Huns, Chen Ye instructed Yang Chuan and other men to cook a few large woks of mutton and let the soldiers eat them with their bellies open.

This son of Longxi Liangjia was covered in blood, his armor was tattered, and he sat on the head of a bunch of Huns, like a murderous old killer, with a gloomy and terrible face.

Three fingers were broken in his right hand, and his favorite spear was no longer needed, so he had to replace it with a sledgehammer in his left hand, and in a moment smashed the head of an enemy into the mud.

Everyone turned a blind eye to Chen Ye's bad taste, nibbling on mutton, drinking mutton soup, and from time to time they would praise: "Why is the mutton stewed in Yang Chuan on dog days so fragrant!" ”

Yang Chuan began to worry.

In this battle, the Huns suffered heavy losses, but the Han defenders also suffered almost half of the casualties, except for some seriously wounded and dying, the number of people who could now enter the battle was less than 50 people.

What can fifty people do?

There were at least nearly a thousand Huns outside the city wall.

If it weren't for the fact that the cavalry was not suitable for attacking the city, and the Huns were indeed not good at attacking the city, they often rushed and attacked with only a fierce spirit, and the stone barrier would have been breached a day ago......

"Lord Junhou, do you want to let all the people stationed in Fengsui come over to guard the pass?" Taking advantage of serving sheep soup to Chen Ye, Yang Chuan suggested in a low voice.

Chen Ye shook his head and looked up at the setting sun: "It's useless." ”

Yang Chuan took a deep look at the face of this military marquis, and continued to whisper: "If the Huns come to attack the city tonight, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop it, why don't we strike first?" ”

Chen Ye scolded a little irritably: "Why is it better to strike first?" How many people would dare to attack the camp? You're a cook......"

Chen Ye continued to scold, but Yang Chuan turned his face: "Lord Junhou, what's wrong with me as a cook?" Have you never fought to kill the enemy, or have you never killed the enemy and not cooked for everyone?

When our soldiers were strong and strong, you stuck to the pass, and you missed the opportunity to let the Huns set up camp, which is unwise.

Now, the two sides have been fighting for three days and three nights, and they have reached the end of the crossbow, but they dare not take the initiative to find fighters. ”

Chen Ye was furious, Huo Ran got up, and was about to scold loudly.

Yang Chuan quietly spread out his palm, and there was a black wood token in his palm, but it was the embroidered messenger token that Cui Jiu old thief gave him at the beginning.

Embroidered messenger!

Chen Ye's face was ugly, and he slowly sat down: "Yang Chuan, what do you mean by this?" ”

Yang Chuan looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "Give me ten people, and I'll go to the camp of the Huns tonight......"