Autumn has arrived, and the west wind is blowing in the entire Jingshi Shuntianfu, and the weather has become cold.

The township test a few days ago has just come to an end, which was supposed to be the most important thing to talk about at this time, but it was changed by yesterday's six-hundred-mile expedited.

Tatar offense!

It's Tatar again!

This is already the third urgent military message this year concerning the Tatar invasion of the border.

In a year, three letters of 600 miles were urgent, even if there was no news from the imperial court, the people in the capital could guess that this time it was likely that the Tatars committed a big offense.

And to be called a large-scale offense, at least 100,000 iron horsemen knock on the border.

In the fourteenth year of orthodoxy, Yingzong led an army of 500,000 to conquer in person, but the whole army was wiped out in the first battle of Tumubao, 500,000 troops were lost, and even the emperor himself was taken prisoner.

When this matter was reported back to the capital, the government and the opposition were shaken for a while, and the people were terrified.

The 500,000 army was wiped out, which was a full 500,000 people, even if 300,000 of them were logistics and recruiters.

There are also 200,000 capable warriors, and these 200,000 people are really elite.

There are even many people in it who followed Emperor Taizong to sweep Mobei back then, is this first army a heavenly soldier and a heavenly general?

From the government and the opposition to the people, no one can figure out how this happened.

However, something even more incomprehensible is still to come, the captured emperor actually collaborated with the enemy and treason, became a traitor and led the way, and knocked on the door with the Tatar army of Yexian.

"Later, it was the Battle of the Jingshi."

At noon, the sun shines into the alley, one wall is facing the sun, the other wall is shady, an old man with white hair and hair is leaning against the corner of the wall with a bench, squinting and enjoying the warmth of the sun, and telling what happened fifty years ago without hurrying.

"Grandpa, what happened later?"

A child with a horn next to him tilted his head and asked.

"Naturally, we won." The old man's tone was still unhurried, but when he said this, the corners of his mouth inadvertently bloomed with a proud smile.

"Did Grandpa go to war with the Tatars too?"

"Hit it."

"But I heard my father say that my grandfather has never been a soldier, and our family is not a military household." The little boy questions his grandfather in a childish voice.

However, as soon as these words came out, the old man who was quite an elder suddenly became anxious and scolded: "You listen to your father's fart!" He knows a hook! Lao Tzu followed Yu Shaobao and Yu Daren to fight side by side! ”

There are a lot of elderly people in the capital, and they are all participants and witnesses of the defense of the capital division back then.

These soldiers who stood at the head of the city to guard the capital, there were indeed many people who had never been soldiers and were not military households, but they were really issued armor and weapons and sent to the head of the city to defend the Beijing division.

Just like this seventy-year-old man.

He had fought side by side with Yu Qian and Yu Shaobao, and there were many others like him.

They can still clearly recall the scene they saw at that time, under the city tower, there is a large Tatar army in Wuyang and Wuyang, those who have many enemy troops, they can't see where the end is, so many people, it seems that only one charge can break the wall of this Ming capital.

The neighing of the horses was linked to the shouts of the Tatars, and the shouts of killing shook the sky, as if they could break people's eardrums.

The enemy was strong, really strong, but they still won, they repelled the enemy and held their homeland.

Now speculating that the Tatars are likely to commit another major offense, many people in the capital are reminded of the war fifty years ago.

At the same time, I will also think about whether what happened back then will happen again?

We won that year.

The reason for winning is that there is a young man who led the big guys to turn the tide and defend their homeland.

Now, if something like this happens again, will there be another Yu Shaobao who will stand up?

Xia Yuan's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was released at such a point in time.

Of course, it has not been written yet, only about 600,000 words, this is only the first part, and it is expected that there will be a second part later.

It's still the same alley, it's still the grandfather and grandson leaning against the corner of the wall basking in the sun, and a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt comes in from the mouth of the alley, with a few books under his arm.

Seeing his father coming back, the little boy immediately got up and ran over, stretched out his arms and hugged his father's thigh, "Dad! ”

A sweet and crispy dad sent it up, and then he looked at his father's two hands, "Dad, didn't you say to buy me pastries, why didn't I see it?" ”

"You spend your day thinking about eating."

The man smiled and rubbed his son's head, and said apologetically: "It's a pity that I didn't buy the pastries, I bought a few books when I passed by the bookstore, and when I wanted to buy pastries again, I found that I didn't have enough money on my body." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the old man over there and felt that something was wrong, and as soon as he hit himself, the old man turned his head away, as if he didn't want to see himself.

After thinking about it, he called, "Dad? ”

"Humph!"

The old man just snorted and ignored this father.

"Tell my father, what's wrong with your grandfather?"

"Grandpa is angry." The little boy was disappointed that the pastry was gone, and when he heard the question, he replied a little sullenly.

"Angry?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Why is your grandfather angry?" Who's angry? ”

"Lao Tzu is angry!"

The middle-aged man was even more stunned after hearing this, recalled it slightly, and asked the old man cautiously: "Dad, the child didn't mess with you today, right?" ”

"Lao Tzu is angry if he wants to be angry, do you still need you to provoke me?"

Speaking of this, the old man finally turned his head back and asked, "Let me ask you, who told you that I didn't serve as a soldier?" ”

"You really haven't been a soldier."

"Fart! Lao Tzu followed Lord Yu to fight against the Tatars back then, do you dare to say that Lao Tzu never served as a soldier? ”

"But Dad, weren't you a temporary minding at that time? This shouldn't count as a soldier, right? ”

"Why don't you count!"

"Okay, then forget it." The middle-aged man couldn't laugh or cry, and didn't argue with his father anymore, took out the books from under his armpit, and picked out the book with "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" written on the cover.

"Dad, when I went to the bookstore just now, I found that this book was written in a novelty, and the story in it should be quite to your liking, so I bought it back, you see."

As he spoke, he handed the book in his hand to the old man, who knew that the old man glared, "I look at what I see, don't you know that your old man is illiterate?" ”

"I didn't say let you see the content, I just let you... Okay, I'll read it to you, just listen to it. ”

The middle-aged man opened the book with a wry smile, he was a lot older, and his temper was still so impulsive, just a little bit.

I don't know if I followed Lord Yu to defend the capital back then, so I was infected with the temper of those military households.

And I am always interested in those deeds that resist foreign enemies and have feelings for family and country.

However, the book in his hand happens to be a story of family and country feelings, and the old man likes it, and he writes it straightforwardly, and he is not afraid that he will not understand.

Thinking in his heart, he cleared his throat and read according to the content of the book: "The Qiantang River is mighty, day and night, endlessly bypassing ...... from Lin'an Niujia Village"