Although in Zheng Xiu's memory, his father's appearance was blurred.
Although he was still very young when his father died in battle.
A time traveler, he matures early.
Zheng Xiu still remembers some.
The burly physique and hearty laughter were exactly the same as in the vague memory.
Zheng Xiu looked at the face that was 70% similar to his own. Needless to say, it was definitely his father.
That's why Zheng Xiucai blurted out. In an instant, he felt mixed, happy and surprised, and called daddy.
Fortunately, Zheng Xiu never expected that he would still have the opportunity to see his father in person after his death for more than 20 years, with grass growing on his grave.
Naturally, I was shocked by the information that flashed before my eyes before meeting.
This is "Ghost".
A ghost named "Ancient Battlefield".
here it is……
"Twenty years ago!"
"Northern Barbarian Wasteland!"
Zheng Xiu was in a complicated mood. He sat on the ground and stared blankly at the man in front of him with a beard on his chin and sideburns, and his messy hair was dotted with wind and frost.
Zheng Haoran's face is covered with fine scars. Some look like knife wounds, some look like rough marks left after abrasions heal, and some are caused by fire or frostbite. These scars remain on his body and face. Zheng Haoran, who was about thirty years old at this time, looked like he was in his early forties.
demon?
Ancient battlefield?
Did I go back twenty years?
Physical time travel?
Zheng Xiu's expression changed. He stared at his fist with wide eyes. The touch of Zheng Haoran's fist was still warm and a little painful.
"Stop shouting!"
After Zheng Xiu called "Dad", Zheng Haoran glared and said in feigned anger: "I don't have a son as old as you!"
"Hahaha--"
There was a burst of laughter all around.
Zheng Xiu looked around blankly.
Only then did he realize that Zheng Jiajun was camping and resting on the edge of a cliff. With nature blocking the wind and snow, the exhausted Zheng Jiajun had a moment of respite.
A gray-haired veteran on the side laughed and said, "General Zheng, this recruit looks a lot like you when you were young. Could your old man secretly give you a younger brother?"
"Old Li Tou, what are you talking about? You don't know when my father died in the war?"
Zheng Haoran first glanced at Lao Li, and then he was also amused by this "joke" and laughed.
Another veteran booed: "This kid looks like he's in his early twenties. If you just count on it...it won't be a problem!"
"You're all full, right?" When Zheng Haoran heard this, his face became sullen: "If you're not hungry, pick out the snake meat from the bowl and fill it up for your hungry brothers!"
"Cough cough cough!"
"Cough cough cough!"
The two veterans who teased Zheng Haoran as "Brother Xidang" hurriedly wolfed down the snake soup from the bowl into their mouths, burning their tongues and choking their throats, making bursts of coughing sounds.
Zheng Haoran picked up the bowl, scooped a full bowl from the pot and put it into Zheng Xiu's hand.
Zheng Xiu lowered his head and looked at the soup in the bowl - strictly speaking, it was not broth. I could barely see a few pieces of meat floating in the air, most of them were water, and no meat was visible. The only consolation is that it is a pleasure to drink a bowl of hot food in the ice and snow.
Zheng Haoran grinned: "You haven't been on the battlefield a few times. Look at those veterans..."
Zheng Haoran pointed at other veterans.
Zheng Xiu was silent and looked along Zheng Haoran's fingers.
Zheng Haoran said: "Eat faster than anyone else."
Zheng Xiu lowered his head and took a sip.
"Have a bigger mouth!"
Zheng Haoran looked at Zheng Xiusi drinking slowly and shouted loudly.
Click.
A small gap opened in the mountain wall.
Zheng Haoran cursed with hatred: "What you are drinking now is not clear soup and water, but life! What you are drinking is your own life! On the battlefield, hungry soldiers die faster than anyone else. You eat You have fewer enemies than others, you can’t kill enemies as quickly as others, you can’t run as fast as others, and you can only die faster than others! Didn’t your father tell you when you joined the corvee, that if you want to live a long time, you have to rush to eat?”
Zheng Xiu was scolded by Zheng Haoran, but his heart felt warm. He smiled and took a big gulp of the hot soup into his mouth, still thinking about Zheng Haoran's question.
Zheng Xiu was worried, how should he answer?
My father died too early to teach?
My dad is teaching?
"now it's right!"
Zheng Haoran stretched out his fist towards Zheng Xiu. Zheng Xiu noticed that Zheng Haoran's knuckles were covered with calluses, which was a pair of martial arts hands.
"It's so cool!"
After finishing his first two bowls of hot soup, Lao Li burped and let out a breath of hot breath. He turned around and saw that "Recruit Danzi" was staring at General Zheng's fist in a daze. He took the bowl from Zheng Xiu's hand with a smile, filled it for him, pressed it back into Zheng Xiu's hand, and Nunu said: "What are you doing standing there in a daze?" , touch it.”
Zheng Xiu stretched out his fist in confusion and touched his father cautiously.
Boom!
Dad's fist was very powerful and made a dull sound when it touched.
"Huh?"
Zheng Haoran frowned. He wrote "accept" on his left eye and "boring" on his right eye. He raised his fist again and said, "Bump again."
Old Li was stunned for a moment, and his originally somewhat lazy eyes gradually became sharper.
Zheng Xiu didn't know why, so he raised his fist and touched his father again.
"You're a good young man." Zheng Haoran's face looked a little weird, but he felt relieved soon after. He patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder: "Remember, dad, you can't misidentify this thing."
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving a confused Zheng Xiu holding a bowl of mud on the snow.
"In this bad weather in Beiman, living here means suffering. Old Li, who did I offend in my last life? I have to make trouble in this bad place." A cold wind blew, and Old Li curled his head into his soft armor. , his lips were trembling, and the sharpness that flashed through his eyes just now seemed like an illusion.
The change in Lao Litou's expression just now was not hidden from Zheng Xiu's eyes. He drank two bowls in a row and asked Zheng Haoran if there was any allusion to "fist bump".
"You haven't heard of it?"
Old Li Tou asked in surprise.
Zheng Xiu shook his head.
I thought to myself that my father died early, and I really don’t understand.
"Oh! You are that old... ahem, a soldier of the Holy One, right?"
Old Li Tou almost blurted out and wanted to shout "What are you doing?", but quickly changed his words and said with a look of sudden realization: "In this case, it is excusable." Old Li Tou nodded and explained: "General Zheng has a quirk, he always says 'A good man should speak with his fists', hey, don't laugh, General Zheng is not just saying this! It's not Lao Li, I'm bragging, General Zheng just joined the army and Lao Li Tou was in the same team with him, Lao Li, I watched General Zheng step by step and became the general of the country in the blink of an eye! At that time, General Zheng even called Lao Li my boss."
Old Li pointed sadly at the back of General Zheng who was fist-bumping with other soldiers not far away. He moistened his voice and continued, "He has a strange ability." Old Li raised his fist, his clenched fist trembling slightly. "As long as he bumps fists with people, he seems to be able to understand other people's thoughts with his fists. He will know whether they are people or ghosts as soon as he bumps fists. Just now, General Zheng wants to bump into you for the second time. Old Li, I thought the military If General Zheng shows a hint of murderous intent, Lao Li, without saying a word, will pick you up with a knife and take your head to lead the army!"
When Zheng Xiu heard this, he was stunned: "Is that so evil?"
"What's wrong!" Old Li Tou feigned anger and knocked on Zheng Xiu's forehead: "General Zheng became a general at a young age and was ordered to be in danger. How can ordinary people understand? Isn't it a matter of course that he has some innate ability?"
"That's it! That's it!"
Zheng Xiu followed Old Li Tou's words and murmured in his heart. Could this be my father's innate ability - the ability to read minds with fist bumps?
Couldn't he have heard himself desperately calling for dad just now?
Thinking of Zheng Haoran's expression when he walked away, Zheng Xiu speculated in his mind.
Nowadays, military camps set up with large and small tents stretch as far as the eye can see. Countless heads are sitting and resting on the snow with different expressions. Some people are standing on horseback on the outside to keep watch.
After a few words, he got acquainted with Lao Li, and after "bumping fists" with Zheng Haoran, as if he had completed the enlistment ceremony, Lao Li was no longer wary of Zheng Xiu. From Lao Li's words, Zheng Xiu sorted it out and figured out his current situation.
Nowadays, the Northern Barbarians are invading the border between the two countries in the north. As Zheng Xiu knows, the various tribes of the Northern Barbarians have been at full-scale war with Daqian for several years.
The Northern Barbarians' offensive was fierce and the mountains and rivers were defeated. Not long ago, at the oath-taking ceremony in the imperial city, Wei Yangzun personally put on armor and went into battle together with Zheng Haoran.
Battle after battle was fought, and on this front, the Northern Barbarians were repulsed and retreated outside the Fenjian River.
Fenjian River covers a total of five miles on both sides of the north and south sides, which is a fuzzy area between the two countries.
With such impressive results, Zheng Haoran could have happily turned back and returned to the capital to gain an official position, but when he was at Fenjian River, Zheng Haoran decided to expand his results and go deep into the northern barbarians, using offense instead of defense to win victories for other fronts. A respite.
Wei Yangzun turned back at the Fenjian River. It is said that General Huo Huo escorted the emperor back, and the emperor's personal soldiers merged into the Zheng family army. Only then did Lao Litou have a "sudden realization". He mistakenly thought that the strange-looking "Zheng Xiu" was the original emperor. soldiers.
Zheng Xiu still remembers that for a period of time, storytellers in the tea house and study room were singing about General Zheng's deeds. Why did he lead an army of ten thousand people to defeat the Northern Barbarians and fight all the way to the foot of the Holy Mountain?
The historical records are unclear, but one thing Zheng Xiu can confirm is that the coalition forces led by Zheng Haoran are definitely not as many as the "ten thousand people" recorded in the history books. Zheng Xiu silently counted the heads, even including pots and pans. Basin, after all, there are only over a thousand people.
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and a surge of unknown anger surged up.
A thousand people, just a thousand people, dare to go deep into the northern barbarians alone?
Isn't this an obvious way to die?
Zheng Xiu still remembered that before the first world line moved, Wei Yangzun once told him that on the bank of Fenjian River, it was his father who punched the emperor unconscious and forcibly sent him away.
But is this really the case?
only,
After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xiu slowly loosened his clenched fists, feeling a sense of powerlessness.
Is the "past" he lives in now a phantom from twenty years ago, or is it really a "node" that can change the past like "White Carp Village"?
"If I could change the past..."
A bold idea suddenly appeared in Zheng Xiu's mind.
Terribly bold.
If Dad survives...
"The trumpet is blowing! We have to leave! Don't be in a daze, recruit!"
Lao Litou suddenly patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder, waking Zheng Xiu out of his reverie.
He was already packing up the army's pots and pans, picked up the guy, and looked at the new recruit standing motionless on the snow, giving him a good reminder.
"yes!"
Zheng Xiu quickly stood up.
"Speaking of which, is your father's last name really not... Zheng?" Lao Li took a few steps away, then couldn't help but trot back and asked in a low voice. The word "gossip" is written on his face.
Zheng Xiu shook his head slowly.
"It's a pity, they look so similar." Old Li Tou sighed: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."
I don’t know what Lao Li Tou is feeling sorry for.
A petite scout with a ponytail tied up and white fur covering his mouth and nose. Even his clothes were made of white fur and looked like a barbarian style. He dismounted and whispered to Zheng Haoran in front of the military formation.
The low sound of the horn is fleeting and I dare not blow it for a long time.
There was a heavy snowstorm blowing outside, and the snow was ankle-deep. The horses could not run. Everyone could only dismount, staggering on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, holding the horse and carrying the guy forward.
Old Li Tou walked beside Zheng Xiu, chatting with each other.
He asked about Zheng Xiu’s family background.
Old Li Tou obviously belongs to the kind of people who are familiar with each other. He is a veteran in the army and is very slippery.
In just three miles' journey, Zheng Xiu's family background was "clearly discovered".
Zheng Xiu said that his surname was Zhang Mingsan. His parents died young and he and his sister depended on each other. Before joining the army, he ran a small business to barely make ends meet.
Apart from his name, the rest of his family background is not a lie.
When Lao Li Tou heard "Zhang San", he nodded vigorously, twitched the corners of his mouth, and praised "a good name".
Since the first day, Zheng Xiu had no chance to talk to his father.
On the third night, Zheng Xiu got up to pee. It happened to be a full moon. Zheng Xiu watched the ice and snow melt. As he trembled, a line of tiny characters like "gnats" floated up in front of his eyes.
[Your alias is Zhang San, and you join the Zheng family army heading north. 】
Zheng Xiu looked shocked at first, then lifted up his pants expressionlessly.
[Have you ever thought about it thousands of times, even just once, if you had the chance to go back to the past, would you save your father from danger? 】
【Life cannot be repeated. 】
【Now that I’m starting over. 】
【Cherish what you have at the moment. 】
There was no one around, and tired soldiers slept in tents, snoring everywhere.
Zheng Xiu watched blankly as the lines of text floated up secretly and faded from his sight silently. Zheng Xiu suppressed his voice and smashed the small words with a slap. Small words scattered in the air.
"get out!"
"Don't think I don't know you're pretending to be a 'narrator' secretly!"
"Get out! What the hell is going on?"
"I don't believe this is just a 'ghost'!"
No one answered Zheng Xiu. Zheng Xiu seemed to be roaring into the air, his back lonely. Thin snowflakes fell on Zheng Xiu's shoulders. During the quiet time, they became heavy within a moment.
"Hush! Hush! Hush! Brother!"
At this time, a shadow sneaked out from another tent behind him and approached Zheng Xiu quietly.
Zheng Xiu heard the rustle of his feet on the snow, and when he turned around cautiously, he heard a familiar voice.
Looking back, I saw a shiny head shining brightly under the full moon, looking like a light bulb from a distance and up close.
"Monk!"
Zheng Xiu was surprised and pulled the monk into the shadows, and said hurriedly: "You guys came in too?"
"Woooooo!" The monk threw himself into Zheng Xiu's arms: "Finally, I can see you, big brother!"
After reminiscing about old times, Zheng Xiu understood something.
In front of the "Hundred Ghost March" on the snowy field, Monk and Feng Bei watched Zheng Xiu and Zheng Haoran's phantom fist bump. A dark vortex appeared in front of Zheng Xiu and sucked him in.
Monk, Feng Bei, and Xiao Feng Miao reacted very quickly, grabbing Zheng Xiu's clothes and getting involved together.
His eyes flickered, and the monk was knocked unconscious in the passage like a drum washing machine. Zheng Xiu's clothes were scattered, and when he opened his eyes again, he had become a gang leader.
At first, the monk was embarrassed and wanted to find an opportunity to escape, until he saw "Zheng Haoran" who looked very much like Zheng Xiu.
At first he thought Zheng Haoran was the "incarnation" of Zheng Xiu, so he even stepped forward to hug Zheng Haoran and called him "big brother" twice, making a joke.
This is not the monk’s fault.
It's quite similar.
In the past, when Zheng Xiu was quiet at night, he even suspected that Zheng Haoran was his incarnation.
No, this is a rumor.
"You mean, you've been following my father for a month?"
Zheng Xiu frowned and thought. He never expected that although the three people and the cat came in at the same time, there was an obvious deviation in the timeline when they arrived at the "Ancient Battlefield".
"Where is I, Fengbei?"
Zheng Xiu asked.
The monk scratched his head in confusion: "This, the young monk really didn't see it."
It was so empty yesterday that I didn’t even have time to send out the leave application form.
