In October of the fifth year of Xianqing's reign in the Tang Dynasty (660 AD), the capital of Baekje was Siji (now Buyeo County, Chungcheongnam-do, South Korea).
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and returned home at the age of eighty.
When meeting a fellow villager, he asked, "Who is there at home?"
"Looking from a distance, it's the Jun's house, with numerous pine and cypress tombs."
The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.
The valley is born in the atrium, and the sunflower is born in the well.
The grain is pounded to make a stir fry, and the sunflower is picked to make a soup.
The soup and rice are cooked for a while, but I don’t know who will eat them.
When I went out and looked eastward, my clothes were stained with tears.
Dusk was falling in the west, and there were scattered fine snow falling in the sky. Wang Wenzuo could feel the snowflakes falling on his face, and they melted when they touched his face, like tears. The sound of the Qiang flute coming from outside the city had a sad tune, and a low voice echoed from the military camp below the city. It was this song "Fifteenth Military Expedition" that was sung. The poem originally talks about the sad scene of an old soldier returning home but his house is ruined and he is alone. It is similar to the mood of the Tang army soldiers at this time. The sound of the Qiang flute makes the strong men shed tears. It is not the sound of the flute, but the sound of the flute. It's just in line with everyone's mood at this time.
"Although the Yellow Sea is wide, it can eventually be crossed, but what lies in front of me is a thousand years of time. Even a giant ship with a hundred feet cannot cross it! You may still have a day to return to your hometown, but I am afraid that I will never be able to see my relatives again in this life. The face of a friend has changed!" Wang Wenzuo sighed and brushed off the snow on his face. It has been more than three years since he traveled to this world. From the beginning of panic, to the subsequent becoming a slave of others, and finally being forced to Li Daitao Zheng joined the army for others, and in just three years, he had experienced more things than he had in the past twenty years combined. The faces of his family and friends in his memory were also a little blurry. Sometimes he also asked himself, is everything in front of him just a dream or reality?
"At least I was given a suit of armor, weapons, livestock and horses, so it's not a bad treatment!" Wang Wenzuo showed a wry smile. It was the early Tang Dynasty, and the military system was still in effect. Those who joined the army had to prepare their own troops. Those who carry oxen, donkeys, and grain, and lack armor and weapons, can only serve as servants in the army and have a low status, and vice versa. The family who forced Sayoko Wang Wen to join the army was not stingy in this regard. They took out the entire set of household items originally prepared for their son. With the good body and the full set of pack animals and armor and household items fed by adequate nutritious diet in modern society, As soon as Wang Wenzuo arrived in the army, he became a fire chief (a minor leader in the army in the Tang Dynasty), with more than ten people under his command.
"I just don't know when this will end!" Wang Wenzuo looked into the distance. Not far from the city wall was the market, and a little further away was the residential area. Rows of decent-looking courtyards, but Most of them are empty, with less than a third still occupied, a result of the war. Two months ago, Su Dingfang, the general manager of the march of Shenqiu Road in Tang Dynasty, led an army of 100,000 across the sea and won consecutive battles. When the troops arrived at the capital of Baekje, the king of Baekje, Buyeo Yiji, had to surrender. Many Baekje nobles were killed when the city was broken, and the rest were kidnapped by Su Dingfang and returned to the Tang Dynasty. The fish that slipped through the net fled back to their own territory. They hid in the fortified mountain city and watched these outsiders coldly. Intruders, waiting for the situation to change.
"Sanlang of the Wang family!" A familiar shout came from under the city wall. Wang Wenzuo poked his head out, but it was He Bayong, his military commander: "Liu Tuantou is going to Luwei Ze for hunting tonight, Sanlang, are you going too? ?”
"Of course I want to go!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "But I still have to walk around the city, so you may have to wait for me for a while!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay! We'll wait for you under the big locust tree outside the west gate!"
Wang Wenzuo walked around the city wall twice before descending to the city. When he returned to his residence, he saw a man with braided hair sitting cross-legged on the ground, pounding beans. This was his only harvest in Baekje so far - a Mahan herdsman (Baekje was a slave country at the time, and the upper class was The lower class of the Buyeo people who went south were the local Sanhan people, namely Mahan, Chenhan, and Benhan, three local tribes in southern Korea in ancient times).
"Sancho, stop it! Get the horses ready, bring dry food, and we will go hunting in Luwei Ze in the evening! If you are lucky, there will be venison to eat tomorrow!" Wang Wenzuo spoke and gestured. After this period of time, After getting along with each other, this Ma Han can already hear some simple Chinese, and Wang Wenzuo can also hear some local dialects. With gestures, the two of them can communicate. Wang Wenzuo also gave him a name from "Don Quixote". When Sancho heard Wang Wenzuo say that there was meat to eat, he grinned happily, dropped the wooden pestle, and ran to the stable behind the house.
Perhaps because he had been a shepherd slave, Sancho moved very quickly. In just a moment, he had his mount and packhorse ready. Wang Wenzuo also took off his armor, changed into a light short coat, and put his bow in his bag. It was hung on the saddle, and a short knife was inserted into his waist. Sancho piled all the dry food and sundries on the pack horse, took an iron fork himself, and the master and servant led the horse towards the west gate.
After leaving the west gate, they saw a group of people standing or sitting under the big locust tree beside the road. They were the same comrades who had previously invited them to go hunting. From a distance, they saw Wang Wenzuo stand up one after another. The leader was wearing a gauze bun, a tight-sleeved black military uniform, a cowhide belt studded with silver nails, and a long sword hanging from his waist. He was a tall man. He was Liu An, the head of the regiment (a mid-level officer of the Tang Army), and he was also a member of this small group. The one with the highest official position said: "Since Saburo is here, everyone is here. Let's get on our horses and set off!"
Everyone responded and jumped on their horses. Sancho also jumped on the pack horse and followed closely behind. He was riding a pack horse, which was much shorter than the war horses that everyone else was riding. He also carried a lot of dry food and sundries, so he naturally fell at the back. He looked very funny and immediately attracted a burst of laughter.
"Sanlang!" Liu An looked back at Sanqiu, who was trying his best to urge his horse, and asked Wang Wenzuo: "When we first broke the city, everyone was fighting for women with wealth, why did you choose this shepherd slave?"
Wang Wenzuo smiled and said: "I don't want to have a dispute with my companions over property and women. Seeing this shepherd slave injured and lying on the ground without anyone caring about him, I felt so pitiful that I chose him!"
"Sanlang is indeed a bodhisattva with a heart!" Liu An laughed: "But now it seems that you are the one who gets the best deal. Good people are rewarded!"
"Why do you say that?"
"I received a letter from home two days ago!" A hint of gloom appeared on Liu An's face: "The letter mentioned that after the last batch of people returned home, not only did their honorary officers' affairs go to waste, but they also worked hard to fight. Most of the property I got was extorted. When I go back, I'm afraid my property will also be robbed by others. However, your shepherd slave is inconspicuous and should be able to keep it. It's not a waste of time!"
"I see. No wonder I just heard the sound of resentment and injustice in the sound of the flute on the top of the city!"
"Yes!" Liu An sighed: "We have traveled thousands of miles across the ocean. All we want is to defeat the enemy and perform meritorious service for the emperor, so that we can return home and honor our ancestors! I never expected that we would end up in such a situation. This is called How can I not feel cold?"
