When war comes, people become ants, with tens of thousands killed and injured.
Even in a small battle between three hundred and four hundred people, the blood will stain the grassland red. The original green leaves are wrapped in rich red, which is shocking and strangely charming under the sunset.
Fang Heng carried the bloody long knife and swept across the corpses on the ground, his expression a little numb, but also a little compassionate.
Someone was crying quietly. It was Jiang Ba, the youngest. He was crying about the horses he raised, "You don't want to die, don't you want to die?"
Next to them were the corpses of the Tatars, more than four hundred strong men, all of whom were not spared.
In this battle, the Dayu Dynasty used fifty horses, thirty men's lives, and injured more than a hundred people, in exchange for the destruction of 400 of the opponent's people. It was already considered a great victory.
But is this really a victory?
The Tartars also have relatives and children, and there will be people who cry lowly for them and are heartbroken for their departure.
The little Fang Heng once wondered why there was a war, so many people died, so many families lost their loved ones, and so many people were displaced.
Later he learned that there was no absolute good or evil between the two sides.
The Tartars invaded Dayu in order to survive.
Dayu resisted the Tartars in order to defend the country and the people.
Different positions and different behaviors.
As a human being, Fang Heng sympathizes with all living things.
As a native of Chongqing, he hated the killing, burning and looting of the Tartars.
When they were in different camps and born into different races, it was destined to draw swords against each other.
"Stop crying. Just sacrificing dozens of horses is better than sacrificing people." Jiang Wu gently comforted Jiang Ba, "Cheer up, there is still a battle ahead."
Yes, there is still a battle ahead.
Fang Heng brushed aside the complexity just now and got on his horse energetically, "Leave fifty people to deal with the aftermath, and the rest will follow me to fight in."
In this small tribe, all the truly elite Tartars have died, and now only the old, weak, sick and disabled, as well as abundant supplies of cattle and sheep, are left.
When the two hundred men came in with knives, the old and weak women and children either panicked, screamed in terror, or raised their knives to resist, but all of them stiffened and fell down without exception.
Just like, the Tartars once rushed into the villages in northern Xinjiang.
Exactly the same.
"So cruel, so cruel." Jiang Ba had tears in his eyes and could barely hold the reins with his four fingers.
Jiang Yi sneered, "Is this cruel? Both men and women of nomadic tribes are good at riding and shooting. Give them a chance and you will die."
Jiang Ba stopped talking.
He thought of the soundless child in his swaddling clothes, the girl in the snow, and the trembling grandparents.
Of course, the killing is cruel, and kind people can't help but hesitate.
But those who actually rescued lives from the Tartars did not blink an eye, they were full of resentment, they killed the most, were the fastest, and were the most ruthless.
In war, no one is right or wrong.
Those who are soft-hearted will have long since fallen on the grass.
Fang Heng did not participate in the massacre. He held a knife and watched at the entrance of the tribe to prevent him from falling into a new siege.
About half an hour later, the entire fifth team returned home with a full load.
There is meat, vegetables, cows, and dozens of big goats.
"Including the dead horses outside, the dried meat will be enough to last for two months." Jiang Yi couldn't help but be happy.
They returned to the army with the spoils of war and began to clean up and plan carefully.
I even picked up the fifty pieces of outer clothing that I had thrown away before, and continued to wear them after sewing them.
"Keep the cows to continue producing milk, dry the horse meat and store it, and kill the mutton and eat it." Jiang Er came over to apply, his face full of covetousness for mutton.
Only when the loot is collected can they live a life of eating meat for a few days.
Fang Heng was recalling the key points and omissions in the previous war. He did not stop him, but when Jiang Er turned to leave, he hesitated and said, "That sheep, leave me a few cubs."
"Why does the captain keep the sheep?" Jiang Er was puzzled.
He said calmly, "My sister likes it."
Although he had not found a suitable place to raise sheep, and there was no way to send the sheep to Fengjing for the time being, the two sentences Jiang Sheng mentioned lightly in the letter were still on the mind of the third brother.
The person who even gave out the bacon jacket secretly used public power for personal gain, just to be happy for his sister.
"You will be happy, little Jiang Sheng."
Fang Heng murmured, and his tone drifted far away with the wind, to Fengjing, and into Jiang Sheng's ears.
While she was dressing up solemnly, she sneezed several times and almost knocked the hairpin off her head.
Who would have thought that the little girl who always wore the simplest bun would one day be surrounded by hairpins.
Although the cost was that her scalp was almost torn off.
"Auntie, why don't you stop wearing your hair and don't make complicated buns? Just the ball hair is fine." Jiang Sheng sniffed and begged for mercy, "I haven't even returned to Jiang's house yet, and you're going to dress me up like a flower lantern. "
From head to toe, she was covered with new clothes, silver hairpins, and even necklaces, for fear that she would not be rich.
"Jiang Sheng, be good, you need to dress up." Zhang Xianglian coaxed softly, but her hands were merciless, pulling out the flowers from her black hair.
The three brothers looked on with lingering fears, but they were helpless.
There is also a hint of sadness.
After the imperial examination fraud case came to an end, the Jiang family did not take Jiang Sheng away immediately, but there was a faint news that "the legitimate daughter who is sick and weak will be taken back."
Of course, this is a fig leaf. Anyone with a discerning eye knows clearly that the Jiang family's legitimate daughter is living abroad, and she is currently just an adopted daughter.
Aunt Zhang also just realized that the little beggar she helped casually had such an amazing identity.
She felt distressed and angry at the same time. After cursing the Jiang family for two days, she decided to dress up Jiang Sheng well and make sure to reflect their current identity and status - although your Jiang family is very powerful, we are not bad either.
"You all don't understand." Zhang Xianglian muttered, "Relationships between people are not all tied by blood. Even the closest parents depend on each other. They will always give more to smart and powerful children. Blue eyes."
If Jiang Sheng was still the beggar, there would be no Jiuzhenfang, no workshop, and five outstanding brothers.
The Jiang family might dislike her and despise her.
"You are our family's baby. If the Jiang family wants to love you, we will love you. If we don't love you, we won't suffer." Zhang Xianglian said, tears streaming down her face, "...Six such wonderful children, why should we tear them apart?" ”
They have come all the way from the difficult time to the present, and finally have a happy life.
How can we separate?
Jiang Sheng felt bad, but the Jiang family helped her eldest brother, so she had to stand up regardless of circumstances.
The little girl is just greedy and likes to play tricks in front of her brothers. It does not mean that she is ignorant, does not know how to advance or retreat, and does not know how to deal with people.
The Jiang family is also having a hard time.
Not inviting her back is like being cold-blooded and disregarding blood ties.
It was too arrogant to forcefully invite her back without caring about her feelings.
After much deliberation, Jiang Sheng was the only one who took the initiative to go back.
She is a sensible child. She wants to thank the Jiang family and pave the way for her eldest brother's future.
"Auntie, I no longer have a hairpin." The little girl stood up, took off all her jewelry, and changed into simple clothes. "It's fine just like this."
She walked up to her brothers, raised her head and warned, "Brother, you should study hard and prepare for the exam. If the Fang family causes trouble, tell me and I will ask the Jiang family for help."
"Fourth brother should practice his medical skills well and don't cry all day long. It's not good for your eyes."
"Fifth brother, why don't you take the exam for meritorious service? I used to accompany you doing nothing, but in the future you will always be bored when I'm not around."
Finally, he looked at Zhang Xianglian again and said, "Auntie, I will still have to stew the big elbow frequently in the future. The master said that if you don't advance in cooking skills, you will retreat."
After giving these instructions, she calmly walked to He Rui and said, "Take me to Jiang's house."
