Chapter 117 The beacon fire in March, the family letter is worth ten thousand gold

"What's the date today?" Jin Xin looked at the riots in the distance and turned his head to ask the root next to him.

"15th." Li Tugen lowered his head and thought about it, and replied excitedly. Then he ran away.

"15th." Jin Xin nodded, "No wonder."

Every month on the 15th, a batch of family letters will be sent here. Therefore, the 15th is just a full moon for ordinary people, but it is the most important day for these border people.

The moon is full, but people are thousands of miles apart and can't be seen. Although I hope that people will live a long time and live together for thousands of miles. But for these bloody men or teenagers in the frontier, whether they can go back is a question. Therefore, they pay special importance to the monthly family letter, because this is the root of their blood.

In every war, these iron men will carry all the family letters and put them close to their hearts. Although this doesn't seem to have a trace of masculinity, the letter is in the heart, and the family is also in the heart.

Jin Xin suddenly remembered the enemy who died in front of him on the battlefield before. He was also a young teenager about 17 or 18 years old. When his halberd hit the teenager, the teenager desperately protected his heart, with a strong unwillingness and desire in his eyes, and then he slowly fell into a pool of blood.

Those hateful white demon wolf cubs also put family letters in their hearts, as well as their beautiful wives, parents and little sisters. They are also longing for their hometown and the faint moonlight of their hometown.

Jin Xin thought that he suddenly had a strong dislike for the war, and he was even more disgusted by the demons who started the war.

"The old man frequently looked at the entrance of the village, and the smokeless soil rose for a long time. The master sent his son bravely, and the mother cried for the children's bones. Jin Xin muttered, and his heart suddenly felt a little sour. He didn't have an old man or a mother. The only one also died a few years ago. Fortunately, he also has a beautiful girl.

"Xiao Xiner, the family letter Meng'er gave you." Tugen waved the paper in his hand excitedly and shouted loudly.

In the distance, people who are young or rough or old are excitedly rubbing their home letters and looking at them over and over, although most of them don't know a big word.

The person who did not receive the letter stood silently in the dark and gently shrugged his shoulders. Then, he looked up at the excited person, with unconcealed desire and envy in his eyes.

After excitement, people gathered beside several literate people in the barracks and listened attentively to those people reading letters one by one, as if listening to the most sacred fairy oracle.

Dozens of people gathered around Jin Xin, all looking at Jin Xin's lips excitedly and quietly.

"Dog egg, fight well on the front line. Everything is fine at home. The pig has weighed dozens of pounds, the wheat has been harvested, and the chicken has begun to lay eggs. Wear thick clothes when it's cold, and be careful of wolf cubs when fighting. Don't get hurt.

"Black baby, the family is fine, you can rest assured to fight. Come back early after the war. Your mother missed you and kept calling your name in a dream last night.

"Second child, Dad told you a daughter-in-law, and he will marry you when you come back. That daughter-in-law is very watery. Your mother has been very happy these days. She shows off when she sees people. That virtue..."

Jin Xin read it one by one, and his heart gradually became wet. The originally noisy surroundings also became silent, and several torches crackled and made a crisp sound.

Slowly, a little suppressed sobs sounded. A teenager listened to his family letter in a stunned way, but tears flowed down unscrupulously. He was homesick.

More people lowered their heads silently, gently wiped their eyes with their clothes and sleeves, then opened a package in their arms, put in the new family letters, and then put them solemnly and carefully close to their bodies.

"Well, they all go back to their posts. Tonight, those cubs may sneak up." Jin Xin turned his body and said loudly. He broke the deep and warm atmosphere, but gently wiped his eyes.

The soldiers dispersed and silently returned to their posts, but their hands tightly covered their hearts.

Jin Xin sat down again. Those family books were trivial, like the usual chats of neighbors, casually vulgar and even had no logical relationship between the upper and lower sentences. And those hard-working parents asked the villagers to write for them. So the handwriting of several letters is the same. But it made these men sad and tearful.

The beacon fire has been burning for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold.

Jin Xin rubbed the letter in his hand and laughed sweetly.

He carefully pulled out the letter paper and squinted carefully and attentively with a slight firelight.

"I miss you." At the beginning of this sentence, Jin Xin's heart fluttered for a long time, and there was a faint blush on his face. That little girl is still so direct! Jin Xin thought happily.

"Everything is wrong at home. The kitten misses you and doesn't eat all day; the puppy misses you, but has lost the interest of going out these days; the chickens miss you and stop laying eggs; the pony misses you and lies there lazily all day, even the freshest pastures; and what I miss you most is the bay pond in front of the door, which is gone these days. A beautiful shadow; the weeping willow in front of the door was almost bald by me.

The corners of Jin Xin's mouth were slightly raised, thinking about the delicate girl's lazy makeup for a few days, thinking about the broken willow branches, and then he unexpectedly picked up the willow branches in front of his house in the letter.

"I really miss you." The girl's beautiful handwriting was spread here, and a few words were also vaguely covered with a few traces of water vapor.

Jin Xin stretched out his finger and stroked it quietly, as if touching the wet corners of the girl's eyes. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The girl in his mind immediately pouted and acted coquettishly.

At the end of the letter, it was a small poem.

"Send you thousands of miles to garriage the frontier, and Menglang bravely kills demons and wolves. The sound suddenly sounded and sat up, but it was a small goodsman who pushed the door.

The girl's letter rose abruptly, but Jin Xin's heart began to float endlessly like clouds in the nine heavens.

Reach out and take out the purse in your pocket and put the letter in. Then he gently put the dry branches in his mouth and chewed them slowly. The thick lovesickness and the bitterness of the willow branches began to slowly melt.

The night sky is quiet and high. A few stars silently accompanied the bright moon.

"Meng'er." Jin Xin looked at the bright moon and whispered softly, "I miss you so much."

The soldier who distributed the family letter came over and handed him the rest of the family letter. Then walk away quietly.

Jin Xin looked at the family letter in his hand in a stunned moment, and his heart couldn't help feeling sad.

"Lv Liang, Wang Xiaohu, Meng Erdan..." He looked at the familiar and strange names, looked at the battlefield in the distance, and whispered, "Your letter came, why did you leave?"

Yes, these are all letters from soldiers who have just been killed in the war. However, those eager old people thousands of miles away know that these letters are destined to have no one to read.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned in ten years. The general will eventually die, just like those unknown soldiers, and the strong men will eventually return, just like those heroic soldiers who return triumphantly.

However, how many generals can die, and how many heroes can be honored?

Jin Xin did not mourn too much, because there was no time to mourn on the battlefield, because one day he might be mourned by others, because... a sad alarm has been sounded in the distance.

"Robbery!" A young voice sounded violently but suddenly ended.

The corners of Jin Xin's eyes jumped fiercely, and he knew that the teenager was already strong.

Reach out to pick up his long halberd and quickly ran down the mountain.

Those white demon wolf cubs were indeed insidious. After a war during the day, they launched a looting camp at night. Hu Yanqing is indeed a fierce character. Unprepared attack!

Jin Xin calmly arranged the defense everywhere, and then squinted at the enemy camp in the distance. In his heart, he couldn't help admiring his red-faced giant. It was indeed the glory of the old and cunning world!

Rows of rockets shot quickly and violently at the mountain, and the sinister Hu Yanqing also used the siege cannon at night. The roaring huge rock hit the camp from time to time, causing huge casualties.

"What should I do?" Jin Xin's heart is a little irritable, and the night does give great convenience to the other party. Even with his extraordinary eyesight, it is impossible to find the position of the other party's siege cannon in the night.

If only I had the ability to return. Jin Xin narrowed his eyes and thought that he was more envious of the amazing arrow of dusk and more eager for the inhuman strength of Ning Bui.

"Xiao Xinzi, what should I do?" Tugen ran over quickly, with an obviously pale and weak face. Just now, he watched his comrades-in-arms who had been talking and laughing for the first two minutes turned into a ball of mud.

Jin Xin lowered his head and was silent for a while, suddenly raising his head, with a wolf-like light in his eyes.

"Call the brothers and rush down with me." Jin Xin said coldly that only when he was entangled with those white demon wolf cubs, the siege magic cannons could be stopped and his casualties could be smaller.

This is a crazy idea, especially in this dark night, only a madman dares to do so.

Jin Xin quickly gathered the troops, quickly interspersed, split a bloody road, and roughly came to the enemy's rear. Although I don't know how many people came to the camp, I don't think about it.