Over the years, border guards need to be rotated to avoid being stationed for many years and leading to a hopeless life.
The batch of about 30,000 people who returned from this year's victory will be exchanged with the 30,000 new recruits trained by the capital. They will be rotated after the next batch is trained.
Only those who have experienced the bloody infection of the battlefield can become an iron-blooded and proud soldier.
It doesn't even need to be compared by experts. Common people with eyes can feel the coldness and chill of the soldiers on horseback by glancing over.
They are serious in speech, cautious in words and deeds, swing straight and uniform.
The people passing by couldn't help but stop. The people who stopped were shocked, and the shocked people felt respectful.
When Jiang Sheng and Mrs. Jiang arrived together, they saw such a neat and quiet scene.
There was no singing of the number one scholar when he was parading in the street, nor was there the joy of the New Year. Everyone present had serious faces, soft eyes and even tears in their eyes.
It is to kill the infection, but also...the gauze stained with blood, the boy with one arm or one leg, the soldiers with missing eyes, and the wounded who are weak enough to need help.
The leader, Jiang Jizu, was tall and straight, and his chest was wrapped in thick gauze. His thick beard could not hide the white color of his lips, and there were new scars on his cheeks.
No wonder grandma said not to be sad. She had seen scarred family members countless times. She knew that no soldiers returned intact in triumph.
A war that is won is no longer a war.
Where there is fighting, there is no avoiding damage.
"Daddy." Jiang Sheng murmured softly, his big eyes covered with tears, which fell down with a slight blink.
As if feeling something in his heart, Jiang Jizu, who was on horseback, turned his head and accurately found his little girl in the crowd.
He grinned, but when he saw the crystal clear tears, he felt panicked and depressed inside, but he couldn't go to comfort her.
Fortunately, Mrs. Jiang reached out and patted her granddaughter on the shoulder.
Looking back, Jiang Chengyuan's left leg was injured, Fang Heng's right hand was wrapped, and the six pieces of ginger were more or less wrapped with gauze. Fortunately, they were all neat and tidy, and no limbs were lost.
Jiang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and buried himself in his grandmother's arms, unable to speak for a long time.
"Okay, okay, after they return to the palace to complete their duties, they will go home." Mrs. Jiang gently coaxed, "Don't be sad because of the scars. It's the best if you can come back, isn't it?"
Jiang Sheng said nothing.
She hurried back to Jiang's house as fast as she could. She felt annoyed that she had left her father behind. She waited for an unknown amount of time before Jiang Jizu, dressed in armor, finally appeared in front of the house.
"Daddy." Jiang Sheng shouted, leaping towards him.
It doesn't matter whether the armor is dirty or not, whether daddy has a lot of beard or not.
She was like a small bag, grabbing his armor but afraid of touching his wounds. She stiffened her arms and looked at him from a distance, as if there was someone sandwiched between him.
"You kid." Jiang Jizu laughed, "Wait for daddy to take a bath and shave."
Jiang Sheng let go of his hand and found two brothers standing behind him.
"I just said that my sister must be here." Jiang Chengyuan was so excited, "I'm willing to admit defeat and lend me the sharp blade you captured from the Tartars."
"Here you go, here you go." Fang Heng said with disgust on his face, "My sister is here to see the general, not to see you. Why should I be happy?"
"That's different. It means that my sister still puts the Jiang family first." Jiang Chengyuan rubbed his hands and leaned forward expectantly, "Little Jiang Dian, I heard you at the gate of the imperial city a few days ago. When will you call me again? Brother."
He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Brother, thank you for coming back alive." Jiang Sheng's eyes turned red. "I decided not to care about you so much. As long as you are alive, it will be fine."
It was obviously such a moment worth showing off, but Jiang Chengyuan couldn't help but his eyes turned red.
He had no choice but to turn around and punch Fang Heng.
Fang Heng, "..."
Fortunately, Mrs. Jiang sent Tan Yue over, "Young masters, please stop reminiscing about old times and quickly change your clothes and wash up. Don't worry, Mr. Fang, Jiang Mansion has prepared all your things."
Jiang Chengyuan turned around and left, vowing to accompany his sister in a handsome and unrestrained manner.
Fang Heng hesitated, "I still want to...I still have some things to deal with."
He wanted to deal with it the last time he returned to Beijing. Due to the war situation, he left urgently. Now that he has finally returned triumphantly, it is understandable that he can't wait.
The second brother of the Fang family is still in prison waiting to be executed.
"Third brother, this is what's wrong with you." Jiang Sheng raised his chubby index finger, "You are now a general. Fifth brother will definitely give you a special reward for this great victory. You will not behave like a young general. When will it be displayed?”
Fang Heng suddenly understood, no longer hesitated, turned around to wash up and put on his brocade robe.
Then he walked out, a young general with heroic features, a straight and powerful posture, a thin and powerful body, wearing a highly saturated indigo brocade robe, with a crystal clear Fang family jade pendant at his waist.
That young master Fang from back then is finally back.
He once praised Man Fengjing and was called the successor of the general's father. Later, his family suffered a big change and he wandered in the mountains and fields at a loss. When he met his true love, he also found a bright and smooth road.
He did not climb on the glory of his ancestors. He used his solid footprints to prove that ordinary people can also earn a future.
Finally achieved success, finally stood upright.
Now he wants to find out the truth on behalf of his mother who died in vain and on behalf of his immature self.
The scene he had fantasized about for many years was about to come true, and Fang Heng, who was as brave as he was, couldn't help but flinch. When he opened the door and saw the brothers and sisters standing in a row outside, he shook his head and laughed again.
Xu Mo, who works in the Prince's Mansion, can come and go freely, Wen Zhiyun, who runs his own medical clinic, can do as he pleases, and Zheng Ruqian, who is doing business, is out of breath. That's all. Why can he secretly show up at the long banquet in the East Palace.
"Third brother, let's accompany you." Jiang Sheng jumped out, "Second brother is so lucky. On the way to transport the gold bricks, I heard the news of the army's triumphant victory, and finally caught up."
"Yes, yes, I almost missed the excitement." Zheng Ruqian was still breathing.
Then he received the disdainful looks from his brothers and sisters.
"Let's go to Fengtian Mansion Prison." Jiang Sheng turned around, raised his hand, "Let's go!"
With the prince and his tokens present, the journey was smooth.
The brother and sister stood a little further away, leaving the main court to Fang Heng and the unkempt second room of the Fang family.
Fang Huairen, the arrogant and important official of the Fang family in the Jinluan Palace in the past, is now lying on the straw bed, barely surviving.
He didn't notice Fang Heng at first. He didn't look over until the second-bedroom concubine in the cell next to him began to beg for mercy, even kowtow and kneel.
Under the dim oil lamp, the shadow of the young man overlapped with that of his old friend. His eyes, which had not eaten for a long time, began to turn black, and thousands of troops roared in his ears.
"Brother..." He crawled over, "Is that you, eldest brother? Brother, brother."
