Like a dream, before the fragment.
Zhang Liang vaguely remembered the driver’s smile.
The whistling sound of the accelerating tram,
Wind, tire noise, blaring horns.
Blank sound.
It smelled so bad that Zhang Liang felt like he was being pulled back to consciousness.
This odor is both familiar and strange at the same time.
It's like the sour smell in the old college dormitory mixed with the burnt smell.
Zhang Liang pinched his nose helplessly, turned over and put his calf on his girlfriend's hip.
The solid feeling made Zhang Liang whisper:
"What's wrong with learning? Just follow other people's fitness routines. She was a pretty cute girl, but now she's become a King Kong Barbie."
Faintly heard from far to near:
"What King Kong, what eight arms? You don't have a fever, right?"
Then a pair of calloused hands touched Zhang Liang's forehead.
Leave for a moment.
“But not hot”
When the cold touch left, Zhang Liang's consciousness quickly returned to his mind.
Girlfriend? We broke up two years ago.
Who is next to you?
Who is speaking again?
Zhang Liang opened his eyes fiercely.
After a period of dizziness.
I saw a big foot right in front of me,
The thorn-like hairs on it were only half an inch away from his eyes.
Zhang Liang suddenly turned around and sat up.
Scan around.
Under the dim flickering light.
There were people lying on the pavement in various directions.
Zhang Liang swallowed, and the swelling feeling in his ears disappeared instantly with a grunt.
The sound of snoring overflowed and fell into the ears.
I saw a thin man beside the oil lamp.
The work is done by the man at hand.
Look closely.
The man wears a simple gray coat with left collar and right lapel.
The hair is combed upward into a bun.
At first glance, you must be a fan of Hanfu.
"Did you send it to the film and television city for me?" Zhang Liang asked puzzledly?
"What Hard Rock City?"
I saw the man turning his head slightly.
The face was strangely unfamiliar, but a feeling of mutual dependence arose again.
Dizziness and tinnitus came on suddenly.
With a blur in front of his eyes, Zhang Liang entered the pure white ocean of consciousness.
Pictures flashed before my eyes like a high-speed movie.
On this familiar morning, my mother wore an apron and handed over slightly burnt golden poached eggs with chopsticks.
A flash.
The familiar smoke reflected the sunset, and the woman in ancient costume brought half a boiled egg with her hands.
A flash.
On this familiar morning, Zhang Liang was riding a running bicycle like a free bird.
A flash.
The familiar afternoon sunshine followed the lean man as he picked up wheat grains.
Darkness swallowed up all light and shadow.
This darkness is like ink,
Thick and smooth.
Making people sink deeper and deeper,
And unable to extricate themselves.
Until the memory blends perfectly.
The sound of the horn went from far to near, and along with it Zhang Liang's consciousness also went from far to near and returned to his body.
Traveled through time?
Why did he time travel to this sixteen-year-old kid with the same name?
There was a military disaster in the seventh year of Tianqing? Both of his parents died, and he wandered with his uncle for many years.
Zhang Liang searched in his memory.
Zhang Liang, who thought he was not bad at history, didn't think of it either.
Tianqing? It’s the emperor’s reign name!
China has had more than 400 emperors since ancient times, and most of them reigned for more than one reign.
No matter how good the history is, who else but a professional historian can remember so many era numbers?
Zhang Liang slowly sat up and half-opened his eyes.
An inexplicable sadness came over me.
With tears in her eyes, she shouted: "I want to go home, don't wear any clothes." The word "Vietnam" had not been shouted out yet.
A pair of big hands hugged Zhang Liang tightly.
"Liang'er, don't cry, don't cry"
Zhang Liang was caught off guard and choked on his own saliva.
Immediately tears and snot ran down my face.
The trumpet sounded again, from far to near.
There were faint shouts and curses outside the tent.
Zhang Liang's cheap uncle wiped away Zhang Liang's snot and threw it towards the corner of the tent.
Pulling Zhang Liang up and putting on his clothes, he said:
"Hurry up, this horn has sounded three times. If we don't light it, it might be bad for our uncle and nephew. We are so fierce everywhere. We will never be lenient in killing, not to mention we still surrender."
"Send me down," Zhang Liang muttered to himself.
The cheap uncle lowered his voice and said: "Don't say it loudly."
He whispered, "I've told you so many times, you can't say we are Youji people."
"Since we have voted for the people of the Song Dynasty, we are also people of the Song Dynasty. We are all from the Han family."
"Youji refugees?" Zhang Liang asked while thinking.
"What kind of refugees are called hooligans when they come to Song Dynasty? They are basically poor people with no land or house."
"The soldiers who have signed up for the Niaoxiang Army can have enough to eat. Liang'er doesn't have to worry about our soldiers not having to go into battle to transport some supplies."
Zhang Liang followed his uncle to the school grounds in a daze, still thinking about it when he nodded.
Others who travel through time are either relatives of the emperor or high-ranking officials, serving as servants, and are elegant and suave.
What's more, there is the nine-five supreme position, with three thousand beauties in the harem, guiding the country and scolding Fang Qiu.
How could he be so unlucky to be transported to a child soldier? Suddenly his mind changed.
Silently said: System, sister system, classmate Xiaoai, Siri, grandpa system, after trying all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, the sages of the past, and the scientists of ancient and modern times. Zhang Liang felt a little sad when there was no response.
Suddenly, everyone in the venue shouted: "Take back Youyun, and fulfill the official's great wish!" Mountains roared and tsunamis came and went.
Zhang Liang clearly remembered that Zhao Er (Taizong of the Song Dynasty) attacked the Liao Dynasty twice, but they were both defeated. The first time he was injured in the defeat, he left the army in a donkey cart and fled hundreds of miles at night. I also like to raise the nickname of Lianghe Car God.
Zhang Liang cursed secretly: "Don't even think about it in the Sixteenth State of Youyun. It will take Lao Zhu who started a bowl a hundred years later to take it back." Think about how to survive on this battlefield with thousands of troops.
There is no system, no land, no house, just a gangster, and a war is about to begin or life or death is at stake.
Zhang Liang suddenly felt excited. Since he had traveled back through time, he would have to face the torrent of history.
Although we cannot recite the history of the past and the next thousand years, we can still keep it in mind.
Zhang Liang seemed to feel that he was standing on the shoulders of giants, the Nine-Five Supreme, and the three thousand beauties.
Just when Zhang Liang was thinking about it, his mouth went dry.
More than ten miles away from Zhang Ming, at the ford of the upper reaches of the Baigou River, a large group of people were crossing the river quickly. Some of them had their hair uncovered, and some wore gauze hats, but they were all uniformly dressed in left-hand lapels.
Only one young general stood out from the crowd, wearing red armor and a red conical felt hat. Two red belts fluttered in the wind under the brim of the hat, which clung to the slightly raised breastplate.
The two long mink tails behind the brim of the hat were flying up and down. A horseman accelerated and approached the young general and whispered: "Across the boundary river is the Song Dynasty, my young master, follow me closely." Then the horse speeded away.
The horn sounded in the school grounds, accompanied by the hunting wind. Everyone dispersed without order. Zhang Liang only vaguely heard Du Ting shouting: "Bury the pot to make rice, and set out after the meal."
Zhang Liang never expected that ancient rice could be like this. Slippery vegetable leaves were mixed with half-cooked millet full of sand. Zhang Liang ate half full in a haphazard way.
He stood up and looked at the camp gate. There were already soldiers filing out of the camp. Half of them were holding crossbows, half were holding daggers and shields, and a few were holding three-pointed two-edged knives?
Zhang Liang clicked his tongue and marveled: "Why did you use the three-pointed two-edged sword of COS Erlang God Yang Jian?" Suddenly there was a sound of "dao" behind him and Zhang Liang turned around fiercely.
I saw an old man saying slowly and leisurely: "I inherited the Mo Dao from the Tang Dynasty, and slashed the man and horse to pieces." Then he waved his hand and slashed away in the air.
Zhang Liang looked at the old man carefully. His gray hair was neatly tied up, his gray goatee trembled slowly with his mouth, and his white washed clothes were full of patches.
Zhang Liang hurriedly turned around, cupped his fists and said, "May I ask the old man his honorific name." The old man smiled and stepped forward, broke Zhang Liang's hands into a cross-hand gesture and said, "You are Xu Decai's nephew, whose name is Liang'er."
"It's me, ah, no, it's me, ah, no, ah, it's me." Zhang Liang suddenly felt a headache. He had traveled back to ancient times and knew nothing about the language and etiquette. I can't speak any more.
The old man laughed loudly and said: "I live in the same tent with you. My real name is Hu Lian, and you usually call me Lao Hutouer. Little old man, I see that you just marveled at the Western Army, but do you see anything wrong?"
Zhang Liang thought for a while and replied: "Since we conquered Liao, Liao mostly relied on cavalry, so why are there so many short weapons and not long weapons?"
The old bearded man quickly pulled Zhang Liang aside, looked around for no one, and whispered: "Liang'er, I don't dare to say that I know the military, but I have been in the army for several years when I was young. I have observed in recent days. Coming down, the elite of the Western Army may not be able to defeat the Liao people.
Once the battle is defeated and I am old and frail, even if thousands of troops come to kill me, my old bones will be buried here. You and your uncle send a message that when chaos breaks out, we will flee together so that we can take care of you. "
Cao Cao was about to arrive when he said Cao Cao, and he saw Zhang Liang's uncle Xu Decai striding over, rubbing his belly and burping. Old Hutou followed Zhang Liang's gaze and saw Uncle Cheap and hurriedly greeted him. He grabbed his arm, walked five steps away from Zhang Liang, looked around again, and then whispered something to Uncle Cheap.
Inside a stick of incense, Zhang Liang saw Uncle Cheap's emoticon performance, which was sometimes solemn, sometimes angry, sometimes contemptuous, sometimes joyful. In the end, the two of them spit in the palms of their own hands and high-fived each other as an oath.
The cheap uncle strode over, put his arms around Zhang Liang's big neck, and held him close to his chest. As he walked, he lowered his stiffness and said, "If the war gets bad, the three of us will go together." Zhang Liang moved his neck a little. He broke away and opened his arms and said: "That old Hutou, at such a young age, I'm afraid I won't be able to carry him." "Liang'er, don't talk nonsense, Brother Hu is only ten years older than me," Uncle Cheap said seriously.
"Uncle, are you celebrating your birthday this year?"
"Two out of thirty"
Zhang Liang was surprised for a moment and said hurriedly: "This old bearded man looks to be around fifty years old. He can't be deceiving us, right?"
"It's a lie. As long as we keep him safe and run to his house, he has a niece. As long as he lives, he will agree to your marriage."
Suddenly Zhang Liang's mind flashed with the photo of "Ruhua" and he hurriedly refused: "Forget about the marriage, let's wait until we survive."
Uncle Xianyuan hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter if we don't propose marriage, I don't know why you two think that this war is going to be lost, but Brother Hu is also a descendant, a native of Laizhou. He said that he saw the document and went to Song Dynasty to give him money. Two bonds and two rooms. If we win, we can get four bonds and four rooms. When the time comes, we will arrange a good marriage for you. I will be considered worthy of your mother in heaven..."
Zhang Liang interrupted: "If you can't win, you will lose."
The cheap uncle hurriedly covered Zhang Liang's mouth and said, "Keep your voice down. How can these hundreds of thousands of troops be defeated just by saying they are defeated?"
Du Tou yelled and cursed in the distance, and everyone moved closer to Du Tou.
