The plump little girl is wearing a white dress and a red skirt, wearing Dongzhu embroidered shoes, and holding a red fruit bunch in her hand.
Under the influence of longing, the thin and picturesque thing can become a reality. The crisp silver bells seem to be in the ears, carrying the flattering and uneasy feeling when they first met, the calmness and determination when getting along, and the high-confidence after getting familiar with each other.
"Third brother."
Someone called at the door, a bit pretentious.
Fang Heng put away the scroll, glanced over coldly, and saw Jiang Qi hiding Jiang Ba's fleeing figure.
"I'm so tired of living that you dare to tease the general." Jiang Yi scolded him in a mocking manner, then bowed down and said, "General, don't get angry with these monkeys. I will go back to my subordinates and train them more."
People meet at different ages, experience development and encounters, and become brand new selves.
Jiang Yi is only two or three years older than the other Jiangs, and has already become a stable and mature big brother.
Fang Heng looked at him, as if he had seen Xu Mo through time and space, leading his younger brothers and sisters forward with a spine that would never bend, and warmth could not help but appear in his heart.
It would have been better if Jiang Yi hadn't put his hands behind his back and secretly said secret words to his brothers.
Fang Heng raised the corner of his mouth and asked deliberately, "What is the best way to practice?"
Jiang paused and didn't answer.
"In my opinion, just run twenty laps around the headquarters and do two thousand squats." Fang Heng quickly cut through the mess, "Oh, yes, don't eat the bacon tonight either."
Jiang Yi grimaced, knowing that he would be sorry for his brothers' expectations.
Jiang Qi and Jiang Ba didn't dare to play any more tricks and walked into the tent obediently, "General, we were wrong."
"We shouldn't pretend to be girls and call the general. We don't dare anymore."
The two squatted on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, a classic gesture of surrender.
Jiang Yi did not hesitate and squatted down, "I failed to educate my younger brother well. I am at fault."
The tent was filled with a cold atmosphere, and no matter how naughty the soldier was, he had to clamp his tail.
Just when Sankuaijiang was filled with anxiety, the curtain was opened, and Jiang Wu, who was wearing a solemn look, walked in, "General, there seems to be something strange in the village south of the city. A dozen Tartars are running around and looting."
After that battle recorded in the annals of history, the Tatars were troubled by internal and external troubles, and finally gave up attacking the Yu Dynasty and turned to recuperate.
But that doesn't mean the border is safe.
The biggest problem for the aliens is not having enough to eat in winter. As long as someone is hungry, they will take desperate risks and kill, burn, and loot.
The soldiers of Dayu were stationed at the border, and the only thing they could do was to do their best to investigate and provide timely rescue.
Just like now, Fang Heng almost didn't want to hang up his sword, stood up and said, "Everyone follow me."
The seventeen-year-old boy held his head high, and the moment he walked out of the tent, tomorrow was hanging high above his head.
Jiang Qi and Jiang Ba breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to show their thumbs to Fifth Sister.
"Hurry up and follow me." Jiang Wu said angrily, "I won't care about you next time."
That's what she said, but there was no time when she didn't hesitate.
Those strong family ties are never fixed on some people. They flow through the world, pass through countless loving people, and are deposited in countless soft hearts.
It could be Jiang Yi bravely covering up for his younger brother, or it could be Jiang Wu taking the initiative to change the subject for his younger brother.
It could be Xu Mo drawing Jiang Sheng's most beautiful appearance, or it could be Fang Heng looking at the scroll for a long time.
Perhaps it was because Fang Heng knew Jiang Wu's intention, but still got on his horse and rushed towards the unknown Tartars.
The sky and the earth were icy cold, and the dead branches kept retreating.
Fang Heng's original intention was to go back after two rounds of inspections, but the unusual calmness of the village ahead made him frown and murmured, "Shouldn't we prepare dinner at this point?"
What is so strange in my memory is the moment when the pigtailed girl was killed.
The girl who was the same age as his sister but had a different fate and fell in a pool of blood had always been a pain in his heart.
"Let's go over there and have a look." Fang Heng said to himself and galloped his horse forward.
The guards and soldiers followed at the same time, trying to reduce the noise and noise as much as possible.
The village is just ahead, with no smoke, no movement, no parents calling, no children babbling.
But when I looked closer, there were no foreigners killing, burning, looting, or dead bodies or pools of blood.
"What exactly is going on?" Jiang Yi was surprised and confused, "Could it be that the Tatars invaded and set an ambush here?"
"No, it's impossible." Jiang Wu objected. "The Tartars are in civil strife and the position of the Khan has not been finalized. How can they be in the mood to ambush us."
Eliminate all possibilities and all that remains is the impossible.
Could it be that the people in the village... were all quietly in trouble?
Thinking of the braided girl in a pool of blood, and the countless disappearing villages, Fang Heng felt like something was stuck in his throat. He did not dare to delay any longer and abandoned his horse to move forward.
The guards followed suit and handed over their horses to their fellow soldiers.
Like countless rescues, the elite took the lead in investigating, and the army encircled and gathered together.
The disadvantage is that it is more dangerous, and the advantage is that it is more maneuverable.
But Fang Heng was not afraid of this kind of danger, nor were the Jiang One, Jiang Two, Five, Jiang Six, Jiang Seven, and Eight behind him. They held long knives, risked their waists, sneaked in with the most dexterity, and listened with the most vigilance. .
There was no one at the entrance of the village, and there was no one in the house. When we walked to the flat land in the center, we finally heard some movement.
Jiang Yi supported Jiang Wu, and the girl dexterously stretched out her head to check. She found people lying in various shapes and the smell of tung oil filled the air.
Several foreigners were laughing ferociously and still splashing on the old people and children.
The one who killed, burned and looted... finally reappeared!
Jiang Wu's eyes instantly turned red, and the limbs that stepped on his brother trembled. He almost used all his strength to say, "They are going to burn the whole village. They have stunned all the people. They are committing evil."
It's worse than ordinary robbery, more cruel than ordinary killing.
Burning means that the entire village has been reduced to nothingness. People who have returned from a long journey will not even have a place to kneel down and kowtow.
This group of heartless beasts!
Fang Heng made a gesture, and Jiang Bahao, the most dexterous figure, rushed out like a rabbit to notify the main force.
Jiang Wu jumped down from Jiang Yi's shoulder, gripped the long knife almost simultaneously, and lurked by the wall.
They widened their eyes and looked at the foreign race carefully. The moment the fire folding piece was taken out, they rushed out extremely quickly.
The fight that followed was actually not brutal.
Just when all the Tartars were dead, smelling the strong smell of tung oil and looking at Huo Zhezi lying in the corner, tears welled up in the corners of Fang Heng's eyes.
He thought again of the sleeping girl with pigtails, her innocent smile, and her "Ada" repeated again and again.
Many years ago, he failed to save the girl with pigtails from the knife. Many years later, he will save one girl with pigtails and hear "Ada" after another.
He is Fang Heng, and he will guard the border and never retreat.
