Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 27 Family Letter
The reason why Liang Daya trembled all over was not because of the muscle spasm caused by his body losing strength after fighting for a whole day.

It is entirely because of the strong excitement in my heart that this situation occurs today.

Even because he couldn't believe the facts, his voice became very hoarse after he spoke: "Baby, what are you doing here?"

Looking up after hearing the words, Hu Biao could immediately see some hot eyes.

Mo Ming felt a little guilty. After organizing the language a little bit, he began to explain half-truths and half-truths in a way they could understand:
"I plan to write something before I die, what should I say? It can be regarded as a family letter.

At present, the Tubo army is surrounded, and of course there is no way to send it out after writing, but we can find a place to bury it first; in case anyone survives, we can also dig out these family letters and send them back, so as to keep some memories for the family think.

Or go back with some hair and bury it in the hometown of the hometown, not a lonely ghost who died in a foreign land.

In case all of us die, they may be dug out by well-meaning people after many years, and they will take them back to Guanzhong and hand them over to the court.

I also know how those of us died, and we are not cowards. "

While absent-mindedly explaining the above content, Hu Biao did not notice one thing:
After hearing the word 'letter from home', like a bolt of lightning, dozens of old soldiers on the nearby city wall were shocked and were speechless for a minute or two.

Until Hu Biao adjusted his mood and planned to continue writing.

Liang Daya's pleading voice rang in his ears:

"Hujia doll, is it convenient for you to write us a letter from home? The last time I heard news from home was 36 years ago.

Said that my mother was seriously ill, and she always wanted to see me.

Since the fall of Beiting Duhu Mansion 21 years ago and the complete severance of Anxi Duhu Mansion from Datang, it is difficult to ask someone to bring family letters back, let alone go back. "

"Okay~" Hu Biao agreed, with indescribable firmness in his tone.

He could think that maybe 36 years ago, after Liang Daya heard the news brought by countless times, his mother might not be there anymore...

With the index finger stained with blood, he wrote stroke by stroke on the skirt that Liang Daya had torn off temporarily. Every word seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he wrote very slowly.

Not only Hu Biao, who is used to writing simplified characters, but he has to think about how to write many more complicated characters in traditional characters.

The more critical reason is that Hu Biao is recording the last words of Liang Daya, a wanderer who has been away from home for 50 years.

In the mouth of this vulgar fighter, even at this last moment, all he said were plain words, and even because of nervousness, he was a little rambling and long-winded.

But the sincere feelings and power contained in it shocked Hu Biao's soul greatly.

"Shitou, Shuanzi, I am your elder brother Liang Ping'an.

Over the years, one after another, he entrusted the caravans that came and went to bring a few family letters and money home. I don't know if they have been delivered?I don't know if you sent me a letter home, anyway, I haven't received it.

As the old saying goes, seventy is rare since ancient times. I joined the army and left home at the age of 17, and now I am sixty-seven.

When this letter from home arrives, I don't know how many years later, I think my parents are gone; if you receive this letter from home, remember to kowtow for me in front of my parents' graves.

Tell them that the children are not filial, and they have not given them old age.

By the way, I buried some of my hair in front of their graves; since I couldn't be filial in front of them when I was alive, I should spend more time with them after death.

If the government's gift (pension) is issued, [-]% will be given to parents to repair the tomb, and the rest will be divided equally by you. "

When Hu Biao wrote this, because every word in the blood book could not be written too small, a piece of the skirt was already full of blood-red handwriting.

Liang Daya pulled out a short knife from his waist and cut off a handful of white hair.

With a far gentler movement than usual, he put the hair in his purse and delivered it to Hu Biao.

At the same time, he solemnly added: "Please write the letter home, and please send this letter and hair to Liang Laoshi's home in the middle of the village, Liangjia Village, Qishan, Fengxiang Prefecture, Guannei Road.

There is very little money in the purse, even if it is a kindness to help the gentleman to send a letter home; as long as the letter is sent home, the old man, I will definitely tie a knot in my next life to repay this kindness. "

Under Liang Daya, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, he is humbled like never before.

After Hu Biao added the above content, he carefully put away the blood-stained skirt and the money bag, and tied them up carefully.

Originally, I wanted to say something, to comfort this old man.

But after finally speaking, the mouth with a heavy nasal voice turned into a sentence: "Next~"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Tiezhu and another Tang Jun walked over carrying an old soldier with a spear stuck in his belly, and said hurriedly:
"Hurry up, the cripple can't hold it for long."

Even if he is a complete rookie, Hu Biao can also see that the spear in Niu Zizi's lower abdomen must not be drawn out, otherwise the blood that spurts out cannot be stopped at all.

If he didn't smoke, the old pawn would not be able to bear it for a long time due to blood loss.

Immediately, Hu Biao cut off a piece of clothing from the Sogdian corpse, and began to record it in detail.

The cripple's voice was so soft that Hu Biao had to prick his ears to hear clearly:
"My troublesome brother, please help me write this family letter first, and send it to a woman named Zhang, named Xiuniang; she works as a cook in Guiyifang in Chang'an City, the home of Bachelor Liu of the Imperial Academy.

We have agreed, after my military merits have been turned three times, I will go back and marry her in a good manner..."

After hearing such a statement, Hu Biao suddenly hesitated.

In fact, when he wrote a family letter to Liang Daya just now, Hu Biao thought of one point: with the average life expectancy of the Tang Dynasty, there were also wars such as the Anshi Rebellion that broke out in previous years.

Are the recipients whom these veterans miss so much still alive?
I am afraid that there is a very high probability that these people have long since passed away, and even whether their descendants survived is still in between.

And their family letters can be discovered after being buried, maybe a thousand years later.

And the chances of the person who found it being able to take it back with good intentions are extremely small. So what's the point of such a family letter?
But after seeing the happy light on Niu Laizi's face when he was talking, Hu Biao felt that the above worries were actually not important.

Letting these people die with their last hope and happiness is quite beautiful.

So, don't destroy this beauty and interrupt the narration in the mouth of the cripple.

It's a pity that Hu Biao still couldn't finish this family letter, and only wrote the sentence "that year", there was no sound on the cripple's face.

The old pawn was dead, and he died with complex emotions such as apology, sweetness, and yearning.

After taking a deep breath, Hu Biao didn't care about Zhang Tiezhu's action of dragging the cripple aside and putting him with his comrade who died in battle.

After staining a little blood with his hands, he continued to write on the skirt of his clothes. After completing the family letter in his head, he added a sentence at the back:
Respectfully begging the passing gentleman Gao Yi to send back the family letter, the whole Anxi army will remember the kindness...

The above situation did not happen to Hu Biao alone; it happened to everyone around a group of netizens, and it happened many times.

Because after hearing that someone here helped to write a letter from home, and it is theoretically possible to take it back.

Not only the people in the Xuange camp, but even the old soldiers on the wall farther away silently waited in line.

Looking at those masters who supported their bodies with weapons, and those eyes full of expectation, they couldn't say anything to refuse.

And none of these old soldiers who have been stationed in the Western Regions for 50 years away from home has no sad stories.

In short, as they wrote, not only did their fingers tremble, but even their souls trembled.

It's just that they didn't realize that Guo Xin and Guo Shuai saw the above scene, and they waited until they sent their personal guards to find out the situation.

Guo Xin, an old man with the titles of King of Wuwei County and Observation Envoy of the Four Towns Jiedu, couldn't help but burst into tears.

At this moment, he thought of too many things, such as: His Majesty the Emperor entrusted and honored him as King of Wuwei County, Jiedu Envoy of the Four Towns, the glory of the family, and the responsibility of guarding the land for the Han family.

However, in the first year of Shangyuan, he was ordered by the emperor to lead an army to patrol Hexi, Anxi and other places.

At that time, not only Guo Xin, but also the soldiers under him, none of them were in their prime.

When they set off from Chang'an and crossed the Baqiao and Weishui Rivers, each of them pinned a wicker on the skirt of their clothes, which was really indescribably high-spirited.

It's just that 50 years have passed in the blink of an eye, the brothers are all old, and it's the last time.

In the end, he made a decision that was in his heart and never thought about it. Facing the few guards around him, he shouted:
"Grinding ink~"

(End of this chapter)