"Gong Gong quarreled with Zhuan Xu, and was angry but not Zhou.
The ground is sinking into the sky, and it's hard to hide my tears.
Gun Na was about to die, and he died in the wilderness of Yu.
Chasing the long wave of water, I am born and do not hesitate to take an inch of shade.
He chiseled rocks from the mountains to complement his father, and established Jiuzhou to spread his esteem.
Fu Shang Tang is used to settle the four directions, saying goodbye to hometown and relatives.
I have been taking a long breath to cover my tears, lamenting the difficulty of Yanshan Mountain.
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In the noisy night, the endless howling of dogs and wolves sang wildly in the boundless wilderness.
Faint singing came from the silent Chongcheng coalition camp, gradually breaking the silence and noise.
Who is singing here?
Zhan Bing was illiterate and couldn't hear what was being sung. He just instinctively felt that there was a sad and magnificent emotion in the lyrics.
The small voice gradually amplified, from one person, to two people, to a school, a battalion, and an army.
This song was heard over and over again until the Allied Forces Camp in Chongcheng.
The soldiers around him who could understand explained the meaning of the song to their colleagues with tears in their eyes.
The emotions of sadness and hatred are exaggerated from the coalition forces, and they feel for every soldier and soldier who is homesick and misses their relatives. As the song says, why do we say goodbye to our families and come here?
Looking at the devastation along the way, it is certainly easy to go back.
But we are gone. After Yanshan, we will reach the great Northern Xinjiang. What will happen to these beautiful things?
Different people have different moods when listening to it.
Except for some elegant and touching words in this song, the level of other words is obviously lagging behind.
But the northern Xinjiang aristocrats with strong folk customs were not in the mood to pay attention to the wording and sentence making of the lyrics.
What others heard was about guardianship, a heroic story from ancient times, a farewell to leaving home and the determination to protect. What I heard about was a hometown that was being ravaged and massacred.
Chonghou Hu also heard it. What he heard was the story of his ancestor.
In ancient times, the leader of the Chong clan was Gun.
Gun gave birth to Yu, and Yu started Xia. Thousands of years have passed to this day, and the Chong family has been passed down for thousands of years. The Chong family is still there, and its reputation is flourishing.
Seeing Mengchang Xiaowei's camp where the song was first spread, Chong Houhu was a little less interested and walked out of the tent in an old manner. At this moment, he seemed to have aged twenty years and turned into an old man.
After all, it's because I don't have the ability to do the great things that my ancestors did.
"I took a long breath to cover my tears and mourned the hardships in the northern frontier."
"I'll let you act independently. You can use the Three Sovereigns or the Five Emperors, but you have to use these. I'm older, and I just can't listen to these exciting stories."
That night, some people slept peacefully to the singing, while others looked at the Milky Way and the stars in the sky and had insomnia the whole night.
Mengchang's captain's camp has always been the most bizarre existence in the entire coalition military formation.
No one would take the brothers in the camp out for exercise just after the sun had risen. There were also a lot of training methods such as walking on plum blossom piles and having the soldiers line up to walk in strange goose steps.
Especially Mei Luan, listening to the uniform tapping sound of Meng Changying, was very disdainful. What is the use of practicing this? Could it be that uniform footsteps could scare away the monster?
Mr. Hou, this is nonsense. Mr. Meng Mang was ignorant, but the Marquis not only failed to discipline him, but instead indulged him all the time.
Thinking of this, Mei Luan felt irritable. Every time he complained about Meng Chang's situation, the Marquis would scold him in turn. This little thief was obviously the murderer who indirectly killed the second young master. I really don't understand why the Marquis still treated him. Be so laissez-faire.
"Bah, you are a wild man in the mountains, a local leopard who cannot eat fine salt in his life."
There are always rumors and doubts.
Mengchang didn't care. These were some basic methods of training troops in later generations. What he had access to was limited to film and television dramas and university military training. He had never been a soldier, so he could only do this.
But it doesn't matter, just this level is enough.
He also felt a little ashamed at first. He never thought that he could train an elite army of soldiers like this.
It was just an instinctive feeling that idleness was idle anyway. Instead of letting them go to the military market to eat, drink, whore and gamble, they might as well put their spare energy into strengthening their muscles and bones.
It was an unintentional move, but some interesting phenomena occurred.
The brothers in his camp were actually able to distinguish between left and right. Although they were not up to the level of military training college students in later generations, they were well-founded in their advance and retreat and acted in unison.
After this scene was seen by Chonghou Hu, who regarded himself as a master of military training, Meng Chang's daily military training became a unique scenery in the coalition camp.
No one knows better than Chonghou Hu how dangerous a well-organized army can be.
The customary array of arrows in the front shield and back in northern Xinjiang, if such orders and prohibitions can be implemented and the movements are consistent, then...
"Hiss." The picture is too beautiful, I dare not think about it.
In the past few days, the army has not gone to war, and the rebels have also died down. The scouts and former divisions still dare not relax, but the atmosphere in the camp has become much more lively.
In the morning, I watched the benevolent and brave Captain Meng leading his soldiers "one, two, one," and at noon, I watched the unlucky comrades in Captain Meng's barracks being punished with "five hundred and twenty-one, five hundred and twenty-two" and doing push-ups. With such movements, you can eat two more bites of millet and rice.
In the evening, people flocked to the camp of Captain Meng to listen to his strange stories.
These days, day by day, I am less scared.
"This eared rat looks like a rabbit, barks like a dog, and can fly with its tail. It is extremely difficult to catch. If you brothers can catch it, don't forget to share a bite with me and eat the meat of the eared rat. But you can do it Invincible to all poisons."
"Captain Meng, what's the use of being immune to a hundred poisons? Should I starve to death anyway? Or is it that the immortal tree you mentioned last time is so powerful? Can we really live forever if we eat a bite of its bark?"
Mengchang glanced at the soldier who was speaking. He seemed a little unfamiliar, as if he was not a brother in his camp.
"This brother is wrong. Does my little brother eat mushrooms on weekdays?"
"The captain was joking. Some of these things are poisonous and some are not poisonous. It's hard to tell the difference. If it weren't for an old doctor who pointed it out, we wouldn't dare to eat these things."
"Look, if you live forever, don't you also fear hunger? If you can be immune to all poisons, you dare to eat mushrooms if others dare not eat them. You dare to eat poisonous snakes if others dare not eat them. You can also eat wild fruits that others dare not eat. You can eat whatever you want. Will you still be hungry?"
Many soldiers' eyes lit up. It makes sense. Captain Meng is still educated and thoughtful.
And it sounds like this eared rat is much easier to find than the immortal tree. Rats are everywhere. A large nest can be found in one hole, so it's not that rare.
If you find this for yourself, eat one, catch a few more for your family to taste, and pay for a few more litters, the merchants in the military market should be able to offer a good price.
Hey, when can we fight? I've been idle for several days.
Many merchants in the military market have left. It is said that the army is staying behind closed doors. Recently, they can't even keep the common ring dogs.
That is to say, the Thousand-legged Centipede made the Marquis a small profit last time, and he exchanged a lot of animal meat to reward the three armies. Otherwise, all these merchants would have returned to the city with a lot of goods they had accumulated.
Speaking of which, this centipede couldn't be sold originally. Thanks to Colonel Meng, it was said that it had been soaked in strong wine for three years and had the effect of dispelling rheumatism and activating the muscles and bones.
Otherwise, those merchants would not dare to buy such poisonous insects. A few days ago, there was a cook from the kitchen camp who insisted that it was edible. After one bite, his face turned black. He left on the same day and buried it that night.
As they talked, these soldiers were completely unaware.
The feeling of being a little scared and timid was actually gone.
Even everyone is still thinking about how to catch these strange beasts and what price they can sell them for.
It's really strange. They were scared to death at first. But after hearing about the miraculous effects of eating it and drawing an equal symbol with money, these soldiers were not only not afraid, but also had high morale.
If he hadn't stayed behind closed doors now, the custodians would have rushed into the dark clouds one by one, and they would have dared to drag anything they touched into the military market with their eyes closed.
Unknowingly, this military spirit was settled again.
Mengchang was so miserable that he had been jumping up and down these days, talking about it. Looking at Chonghou Hu's appreciative eyes, he felt that he should make a suggestion to Chonghou, that he should be given the title of political commissar.
