Chapter 289 Iron-blooded Romance
In his previous life, Qin Mubai was a fanatical donkey friend. He traveled all over famous mountains and rivers, looking for historic sites and hunting wonders, which was a great hobby for life. Once, he also longed for the distant desert grassland and the rugged plateau Gobi, and organized his donkey friends to drive more than once. I have been to the plateau of Tibet and the grassland of Inner Mongolia.
Once he thought that it was a wish to leave footprints in the Potala Palace and ask for a string of lamas. Now he understands that the desert and the Gobi a thousand years ago were the real test. That scenery is what he should dream of.
Tens of thousands of Gobi, boundless; long smoke and sunset, magnificent mountains and rivers! Thousands of troops and horses rushed forward and rolled up a hundred feet of yellow sand. The horse stepped on the mountains and rivers and soldiers are glorious, and the indescribable desolation and majestic!
Along the way, there are many business travelers who encounter contacts, camel bells jingle, full of goods and fatigue. The sand carved their faces, and the bloody sun reflected their figures on the ancient ruins. No matter how smart the painter is, he can't draw such a perfect picture scroll.
This is the existing scene on the Silk Road.
Since crossing the Weishui and out of Jingzhou, this desolate and majestic feeling has become more and more obvious. Thousands of miles of desert is sparsely populated, and more than ten thousand soldiers and horses walking in its arms also seem so small.
Huoyun Ma's ancestral home is in the western region. When he came to this dry, water-deficient and windy place, it was more excited as if he had returned to his hometown. His feet were getting stronger and stronger, and he ran tirelessly all day long.
Qin Mubai finally understood why Li Shimin was so painstakingly that he wanted to set up a central governor's office in Lanzhou, set up a military stronghold to dominate the Western Regions in the future. Lanzhou is 1,400 miles away from Chang'an. Along the way, it was mostly the Gobi Desert. People are short of water, and horses are short of material. In the era of cold weapons, the supply of the army was an important factor restricting the combat effectiveness of the army. Otherwise, if Huo went deep into the desert to get food and went thousands of miles from the enemy's attack, it would not have become a myth in the history of war.
On this trip, Qin Mubai brought 10,000 steps to ride, and the penetration rate of horses even exceeded 100%. However, the average speed of the march is less than a hundred miles a day. The reason is that the speed of the follow-up supply team is too slow. However, the army could not leave more than 10,000 people and more than 8,000 cars of food and fodder behind and move forward hungry. Hungry is still a small matter. There is really no way to kill a horse to get meat. But if the army has no water for a day, there will be chaos.
Three or five days after entering the desert, Qin Mubai no longer felt the romance of the long smoky sunset in the desert. On the contrary, this is a arduous march. During the day, it is dry, windy, sand and dust is fierce, and at night, cold drops of water can become ice. What's more difficult is that after the nightfall, in the face of the endless dark world, I miss my hometown and family in my heart.
There is no need for the Qiang flute to complain about the willows. The spring breeze does not cross the Yumen Pass.
A song to the heart of these soldiers. When you arrive at the frontier fortress, you will face a ruthless war. The pitiful riverside bone is like a person in a dream. How many people are worried about these tens of thousands of soldiers? They can only bury these deep in their hearts like Qin Mubai, stand up their backbone, pick up knives and guns, and write their own chapters on the battlefield of blood and fire.
I don't know how many hot-blooded men have witnessed the joys and sorrows of the lives of hot-blooded men. Here, the only thing they can enjoy is the unique one here - iron-blooded romance!
In the 17-day march, Qin Mubai lost a circle of weight and darkened a layer. The gorgeous robe has been baptized into a semi-old color by the raging yellow sand and the dry and cold west wind.
However, people are more energetic. Horses, long guns, ancient and tall towers in the sunset, together with elongated figures. The rolling flags were hunting, and Qin Shubao rode a war horse to greet him in person.
Fathers welcome their sons, which is rare in ancient times.
All the generals and soldiers of the three armies disembowed. Qin Mubai strode forward and bowed on one knee and shouted, "General Qin Mubai, see the general!"
Wan Zino - "See the General"!
The sound of neat armor vibrates and overturns the clouds.
"Wh!"
Qin Shubao grabbed his son's wrist with one hand and patted his shoulder armor again.
Qin Mubai got up and smiled at his father: "Father, I'm coming!"
"Good!"
Qin Shubao stared at Qin Mubai for a few times, and then looked at the 10,000 tigers and wolves behind him, and laughed loudly: "From then on, Lanzhou is the door of the family!" Generals and soldiers, go to the city with me!"
"No--"
No politeness, no greetings. Qin Shubao grabbed Qin Mubai's wrist with one hand, laughed loudly, and strode forward.
The robe and the gray beard flew together. He, a man destined to belong to the battlefield, finally had a son who fought side by side with him. At this time, the joy in his heart was clear from his old and unrestrained laughter.
The soldiers of the three armies rectified the team and entered the city in turn.
The frontier fortress is different from the inland states and counties. Soldiers and horses are all stationed in the city. Previously, Xue Wanche and Xue Wanche's brothers had arrived with tens of thousands of soldiers. Qin Shubao transferred one of his soldiers and horses to the important place facing Da Feichuan - the station in Dancheng; the other way was to go to Liangzhou, the important place of soldiers. Each of the three military towns has formed a horn, forming an unbreakable iron triangle, which makes the Tang Hetao territory town solid!
After entering the city, more than 10,000 soldiers and horses were stationed in various places in the city. In the land of Lanzhou, wars are still frequent. The local people are used to it, but with the streamer on the top of their heads, they still have fun as usual. But when the king comes, it is like a festival.
At this time, the people in the city spontaneously organized several comfort troops to welcome the new soldiers. Carry tea, send water, carry supplies, send chickens and ducks to reward soldiers. The hot tea, rice and bath soup are simply a great help for the soldiers who have been marching for half a month!
The frontier land, the military and civilian fish and water, is worthy of the name.
After Qin Mubai entered the city, he was "caught" by his father on the west tower. The father and son have neither boos nor gossip. Qin Shubao held his sword in one hand and pointed to the boundless place of yellow sand in front of him and shouted, "Sanlang, look!"
"The child only sees a vast expanse." Qin Mubai replied.
Qin Shubao laughed loudly: "Wrong!"
"What did the father see?" Qin Mubai couldn't help asking curiously.
"Great rivers and mountains!" Qin Shubao stared at the distance, the gray beard was blown high, and the look on his face was worthy of the word "deep affection".
After a long time, he said in his unique vigorous and powerful voice, "It's the place where we gallop!"
Qin Mubai suddenly trembled.
Father's words seem to be magical.
It's so easy to make his blood boil!
"After all, my veins flow with the same blood as my father! We belong to this Guanhe River and this battlefield!"
Qin Shubao has always been stingy with words, let alone a talented poet. But every word of him is like the blood of the god of war in his veins, full of ** and heroic!
On the Wanli Gobi Silk Road, Lanzhou stands like a pearl, lonely and proud. Lanzhou's army and Lanzhou's folk customs are just like Qin Shubao's feelings and personality. Simple, vigorous, vigorous and domineering!
Less than an hour after coming here, Qin Mubai actually fell in love with it. Although there is no richness and prosperity in Chang'an, there is no delicacy and elegance in Xiangyang. But he felt that this place always gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, which could also stimulate the blood and ** buried deep in his heart.
It seems that I was born here!
In the evening, Qin Shubao held a banquet in the army in the city to receive the new soldiers.
A blazing bonfire, big iron pot boiled mutton; rough earthenware bowl, amber old wine three pulp. Everyone raised their shoulders to drink and drank "dry" with a loud voice!
I only heard a grunting sound, and everyone's bowls were facing the sky, and then laughed loudly!
The silver knife cuts the meat, and there is no need to be gentle. Sit on the ground and enjoy the local people's whirling and dancing. The colorful hair petals and simple songs fly together, accompanied by horns and rumbling military drums.
This is the border plug!
In the words of Yuwen Hongtai - "This place is so delicious! Meat is to eat in large pieces; wine is to drink in a large bowl! In the battle, the gang just cut people, smashed the people and horses with a knife, drenched with blood all over, and came back to continue with big pieces of meat and a big bowl of wine!"
Qin Mubai felt that his literary talent was not as good as Yuwen Hongtai for the first time. His words are simply the best portrayal of the style in front of him, and there is nothing more appropriate than this.
When the wine was half drunk, many soldiers got up and danced with the people. Whether it's Han dance or Hu dance, it's intertwined, not a scenery.
This is more charming than the wonderful dances of those demonic prostitutes on the palace.
If the meat is dry and the wine is dry, the banquet seems to be needed.
At this time, I don't know who played the flute. The melodious sound of the flute came lightly in the quiet night sky, far away, like the fairy sound of heaven.
The tune is nameless, but it has a different meaning of sadness and desolation. It aroused the homesickness of many soldiers and soldiers, coupled with the stimulating effect of alcohol, there were many hot-blooded men who would rather shed blood than cry, secretly wiped their tears.
"They don't understand our romance!" Qin Mubai smiled. He enjoys this feeling very much. Get along with such a person day and night, happy and romantic!
"Father handsome, do you have a pipa?" Qin Mubai asked.
"Yes!" Qin Shubao smiled and said, "Lanzhou, can there be no pipa?"
A moment later, a song "Overlord Unloading Armor" is sonorous and melodious.
The army and civilians of Lanzhou, who were already intoxicated, were shocked by the sound of the pipa and were silent for nine days!
Qin Mubai felt that this was the most brilliant, most committed and most emotional time in his life!
In front of me, there seem to be thousands of troops and horses coming in a dream. The night wind roared by, the yellow sand rolled and collided, and the blood flew with **. The hustle and bustle settled, and the romantic feelings of the iron-blooded man transferred the night wind to his hometown thousands of miles away to share his thoughts with his relatives.
"Good wind, good song, good pipa!" It's just a song, and some people praise it loudly.
Qin Mubai was about to get drunk and laughed and said, "Good Lanzhou, good man, great rivers and mountains!"
Qin Shubao stroked his gray beard, nodded with a smile, and waved his hand: "Bad boy, it's still the same amount of alcohol. The person who lost me - come on, carry him away! Go on, everyone! Good wine and meat are brought here. If you are not drunk today, you can't touch wine and meat for half a month - this is a military order!"
"No--"