The reason why Liang Daya's whole body trembled was not because of the muscle spasms caused by the loss of strength in his body after fighting all day.

It is entirely because of the strong excitement in my heart that this situation has arisen.

Even because he couldn't believe the facts, his voice was hoarse after he spoke: "Doll, what are you doing?" ”

After hearing this, when he looked up, Hu Biao could immediately see a lot of hot eyes.

Knowing a little weak-hearted, the thing organized the language a little, and began to explain it in a way they could understand, half-truthfully:

"I was going to write something before I died, what did you say? It's a family letter.

At present, the Tibetan army is surrounded, and of course there is no way to send it out after it is written, but we can find a place to bury it first; In case anyone survives, they can dig up these letters and send them back, leaving some memories for their families.

Or take some hair back and bury it in the homeland of your hometown, not a lonely ghost who died in a foreign land.

In case we all die, maybe many years later, we will be dug up by well-wishers, and they will take these back to Guanzhong and hand them over to the imperial court.

I also know how we people died, and we are not cowards. ”

When absent-mindedly explaining the above content, Hu Biao didn't notice one thing:

After hearing the words 'family letter', it was like a lightning bolt, and dozens of old soldiers on the nearby city wall were shocked and couldn't speak for a minute or two.

It wasn't until Hu Biao adjusted his mood and planned to start writing.

Liang Daya's voice full of pleading sounded in his ears:

"Hu family doll, can you write us a letter to the family as well? The last time I heard from my family was 36 years ago.

said that my mother was seriously ill, and she always wanted to see me.

Since the fall of the Beiting Protectorate 21 years ago, and the complete severance of the Anxi Protectorate from the Tang Dynasty, it is difficult to ask someone to bring a letter back to the family, let alone a person to go back. ”

"Okay~" Hu Biao agreed, with an indescribable firmness in his tone.

He could think that maybe 36 years ago, after Liang Daya heard the news brought by I don't know how many times, his mother might be gone......

The blood-stained index finger was written on the placket of Liang Daya's temporarily torn clothes, and every word seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it was written very slowly.

Not only Hu Biao, who is used to writing simplified characters, but also many more complicated characters, he has to think about how to write them in traditional Chinese.

The more critical reason is because Hu Biao is recording the last words of Liang Daya, a wanderer who has been away from home for 50 years.

In the mouth of this vulgar fighter, at this last moment, he is talking in some vernacular, and even because of nervousness, he is a little chattering and instigating.

But the sincere feelings and power contained in it made Hu Biao's soul trembled.

"Stones, bolts, I am your eldest brother Liang Ping'an.

Over the years, I have also entrusted the caravans that have come and gone, and brought a few letters and money to my home, I don't know if they have been delivered? I don't know if you sent me a letter home, and I haven't received it anyway.

As the old saying goes, seventy is rare, I joined the army at the age of seventeen and left home, and now I am seven out of sixty.

When this letter was delivered, I don't know how many years later, I thought that my father and mother would no longer be there; If you receive this letter from home, remember to kowtow a few more times for me in front of my father's grave.

Tell them that the children are not filial and do not give them a pension.

And by the way, I buried a little of my hair in front of their graves; Since you can't be filial piety in front of them during your lifetime, you can accompany them more after death.

If the government's gift (pension) is issued, take out 20% to repair the tomb for your father, and you will divide the rest equally, which can be regarded as a little bit of my eldest brother. ”

When Hu Biao wrote here, because every word in the blood book could not be written too small, a piece of clothing was already full of blood-red handwriting.

Liang Daya pulled out a short knife from his waist and cut off a handful of white flowers' hair.

With a much gentler movement than usual, he put his hair in his money bag and handed it to Hu Biao.

At the same time, in his mouth, he solemnly added a sentence: "Please write it on the family letter, please send this family letter and head to Liangjia Village, Qishan, Fengxiang Prefecture, Guannai Province, Liang Laoshi's house in the middle of the village."

There are few assets in the money bag, even if it is a little bit of the intention to help the gentleman send the book home; As long as the letter is delivered, the old man and I will definitely make a grass ring in my next life to repay this kindness. ”

Under the unprecedented humility of Liang Daya, a hob meat who is not afraid of the sky and the earth.

After Hu Biao added the above contents, he carefully put away the placket full of blood characters and the money bag, and tied it up carefully.

Originally, I wanted to say something and comfort this old guy.

But when he finally spoke, his mouth with a heavy nasal voice turned into a sentence: "Next~"

The voice fell, and Zhang Tiezhu and another Tang soldier, carrying an old soldier with a spear in his abdomen, walked over, and said hurriedly:

"Hurry up, the lame cow won't be able to carry it for long."

Even if he is a complete rookie, Hu Biao can see that the spear of the cow's lame belly must not be pulled out, otherwise the blood that rushes out will not be able to stop at all.

If he doesn't smoke, this old pawn won't be able to bear it for long because of blood loss.

Immediately, Hu Biao cut off a piece of clothing with a hem from the corpse of the Sogdian, and began to record it carefully.

The cow's lame voice was very soft, and Hu Biao needed to prick up his ears to hear clearly:

"Trouble little brother, please help me write this family letter first and give it to a woman named Zhang and called Xiuniang; She worked as a cook in Guiyifang in Chang'an City, in the home of Master Liu of Hanlin Academy.

We said okay, after my military exploits turned three times, I will go back to marry her in a beautiful way......"

After hearing such a statement, Hu Biao suddenly hesitated.

In fact, when he wrote a letter to Liang Daya just now, Hu Biao thought of one point: with the average life expectancy of the Tang Dynasty, there were wars such as the Anshi Rebellion that broke out a few years ago.

Are the recipients of these veterans still alive?

I'm afraid that there is a great probability, these people have long been deceased, and even whether their descendants survived is between the two theories.

And their family letters, after they are buried, people can find them, maybe thousands of years later.

And the chance that the person who finds it can kindly bring it back is very small at all, so what is the point of such a family letter?

However, seeing the happy light on the face of the lame cow when he was talking, Hu Biao felt that the above worries were actually not important.

It is quite beautiful to let these people die with the last glimmer of hope and beauty.

Therefore, don't spoil this beauty and interrupt the narration of the lame cow's mouth.

It's a pity that Hu Biao still couldn't finish this family letter, and when he wrote the sentence 'that year', there was no sound on the cow's lame face.

The old man was dead, and he died with a face full of mixed emotions such as apology, sweetness, and yearning.

After taking a deep breath, Hu Biao didn't care about Zhang Tiezhu's action of dragging the cow lame aside and putting it together with his comrades who died in battle.

After staining his hand with a little blood, he continued to write on the placket, and after his brain made up this family letter, he also added a sentence at the back:

Respectfully begging the passing gentleman to be righteous and send the letter back, the Anxi army should remember the kindness......

The above situation did not happen to Hu Biao alone; But around a group of netizens, everyone has met it, or several times.

Because after hearing that someone here is here to help write the family letter, and there is a theoretical possibility to bring it back.

Not only the people in the Xuange camp, but even the old soldiers on the farther city wall were silently waiting in line.

Looking at the masters who supported their bodies with their blades, those eyes full of expectation, where could they say no.

And these veterans who have been stationed in the Western Regions for 50 years thousands of miles away from home, none of them have a sad story.

In short, as it was written, not only did their fingers tremble, but even their souls trembled.

It's just that they didn't find out that the above scene made Guo Xin and Guo Shuai see it in their eyes, and waited until they sent their guards to figure out the situation.

Guo Xin, an old man with titles such as the King of Wuwei County and the Observation Envoy of the Four Towns, couldn't help but be full of tears.

At this moment, he thought of too many things, such as: His Majesty the Emperor named him the king of Wuwei County, the trust and glory of the envoy of the Four Towns, the glory of the family, and the responsibility of guarding the land for the Han family.

However, the most was in the first year of Shangyuan, and he was ordered by the emperor to lead a large army to patrol Hexi, Anxi and other places.

At that time, not only he Guo Xin, but also these soldiers under him, which one of them was not in his youth.

When they set out from Chang'an and crossed the Baqiao and Weishui, each of them pinned a wicker to the placket, which was really indescribable.

It's just that fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the brothers are old, and it's finally time.

In the end, he made a decision that he had never thought about in his heart, and shouted a sentence in front of the few guards around him:

"Grinding ink~"