Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 37
The northern border of thousands of miles was shrouded in silver and cold, and goose feathers were still floating in the cloudy sky, as if they were helping someone, covering up the piles of dead bodies on the snow.

The wind from Beisai was as cold and hard as a sword, and could easily pierce through their leather armor to keep out the cold, but the exposed skin was ravaged one after another, piercing to the bone.

On a hill, thousands of soldiers wearing Japanese battle armor were sitting crookedly on the snowy ground, all of them looked distracted.

The general ordered a group of them to stay here to watch over the big tent, but the young general in the Huotou army said that there was no food and grass in the big tent.

how?How could the general have not left some for them?
A few days ago, the food and grass had already been exhausted, and before the grain transportation officer from Beijing arrived, Hussar General Wei Dong led 3 horses and took away all the food and grass to exchange for camping, leaving only a thousand scattered troops to fend for themselves here.

The disbanded army is actually just ordinary people recruited from the people. They are the ones who are at the forefront of the battle between the two armies.

But at this time, these scattered troops became abandoned troops.

Everything that could be eaten in the mountains and plains was eaten up, and if there was no more food to eat, they could only tear up the corpses of their comrades-in-arms.

At that time, they may not be warriors but beasts.

On the far side, a thin and small soldier crawled on the snow, closed his helpless eyes and prayed silently to God.

This is the Shura battlefield, and only the black and white impermanence that takes human lives will come.

In the crowd, a young and strong soldier sat down under a bare tree and took a nap. He was extremely tired, and his eyelids seemed to be hung with a thousand gold weights, but as soon as he closed his eyes, there would be a voice in his heart: We are waiting for you go home.

Where your house?

Suzhou!

His eyes that were as clear as stars opened suddenly, his parents, brother, and sister were still waiting for his triumphant return.

This soldier is Lu Zhimu, the second son of Duke Lu's mansion who left home to join the army in Northern Cyprus.

He has shed his youthful innocence, and now his handsome face has stubble on his chin, and his body is full of the fortitude that a man should have.

Lu Zhimu squeezed his fist, patted Can Xue on the battle armor and stood up, thinking to himself: No way!He cannot die here.

Looking up at the peak of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, something dazzled my eyes.

Overjoyed, as expected, there is no unparalleled road.

"All soldiers, listen to me!" Lu Zhimu clenched the long knife in his hand to support the snow, and moved forward step by step with difficulty. He hadn't drank water for a long time, and his voice was hoarse in the cold north wind. It sounds like mosquitoes and ants chewing words.

None of the remnant soldiers sitting on the ground heard what he said, and they still looked dejected and half-dead.

Lu Zhimu bent down and hurriedly grabbed a large handful of snow from the ground, put it in his mouth to moisten his throat.

"Death! Very easy, live! Difficult and tortuous." The sound was like an old bell, and all the soldiers trembled in their hearts. They lowered their heads and looked at the person who made the sound.

Everyone on the snow is asking themselves, can they survive?
Nobody knows the answer!

Seeing the crowd staring at him in confusion, Lu Zhimu straightened his back holding the long knife: "We are not the children of the noble family, we will not be treated fairly, and we can only rely on ourselves if we want to survive."

"It's easy to say, but how can we live without food? Aren't we all going to be trapped here by this snow-capped mountain!" Some soldiers stood up and retorted. The current situation, the 1000 of them, is undoubtedly doomed.

Lu Zhimu was not in a hurry to answer, he raised his hand while pulling the corner of his chapped mouth, and pointed to a snow mountain in the distance.

The soldiers raised their faces and looked in the direction of his finger.

White and cold snow-capped mountains.

I don't know why, but I can feel a little warmth, which gradually loosens the determination to die.

Looking further up along Xuefeng, his eyes were stabbed so hard that he could hardly open them.

"It's Chunhui!" The thin young general who was crawling on the ground and kept praying couldn't believe it, stood up with his mouth covered, and pointed blankly to the distance.

"It's Chunhui, the snow is about to melt!"

Beisai fought for several months, and the darkness would drive people crazy, but when the last straw was about to crush them, they finally saw the sunrise after the clouds and mists were cleared.

The sun jumped out of the clouds and shone on the faces of thousands of them. The water from melting ice and snow on the armor flowed into the inner shirt along the collar, and the skin was burned hot. It felt like being alive.

"Soldiers! Go down the mountain to the east and we will find the village. We want to go home alive." Lu Zhimu raised the long knife in his hand above his head, and the sound was like thunder.

"Go home, I want to go home."

"My wife and children are still waiting for me at home."

"The old mother is not in good health, I have to go back alive and go to her bedside to fulfill my filial piety."

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The soldiers on the snow picked up their spears, knives and halberds beside them, their expressions were tough and fearless, and they were about to fight life and death.

"My life is up to me, not up to the sky!" Flipping the long knife in his hand, the blade slashed at Lu Zhimu's palm, and the hot blood was sprinkled on the snow. This is the determination to go home.

Looking at the cold-faced soldier in front of him, standing motionless on the snowy ground with his long knife clenched tightly, but from his bright and deep eyes, he can see the fortitude that does not compromise in the slightest.

Compared to the hussar general Wei Dong who lost them on the battlefield, this is Dongpu's good boy.

All the soldiers admired him, and they were willing to walk with him on the journey home without knowing life or death.

Thousands of soldiers seemed to recognize Lu Zhimu as their leader in their hearts.

Thousands of people drew their swords and cut their palms, and the blood melted the frost of March.

A group of people and horses headed east down the mountain against the howling north wind.

I walked on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot. I don't know how long I have walked, and my iron body should be tired.

"Bang."

One soldier finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell on the snow.

The big guy can't protect himself, and no one is willing to carry on with another burden and move on.

Lu Zhimu heard the movement in the crowd and stepped over to have a look.

The soldiers made way for him, waiting for his severance.

After a few breaths, seeing their new commander, his face was sombre and he didn't say a word, and they thought that the fainted soldier would be abandoned to stay in the snow-capped mountains, but the new general made a move.

He took the arm of the fainted soldier and put it on his shoulder, lifted him up, and staggered down the mountain.

Everyone looked at the two limping figures, their eyes wet with shame.

Their new leader, who has not abandoned any of them, has proved with his actions that he will bring them all home.

A slightly stronger young general ran forward, took the other arm of the fainted soldier and put it on his shoulder.

When he was young, Lu Zhimu learned boxing from his grandfather, who was a victorious general who terrified the enemy on the battlefield.

He asked his grandfather, is the life of a soldier not worthy of pity?

But he didn't want to get a big slap on the head. His grandfather warned him: There are no ranks on the battlefield, only life and death. Any soldier is his brother, sibling.

Today he will take these thousand soldiers home, and will not let anyone be buried in the ground by the snow.

Two soldiers running back to explore the road in the distance, the joy in their eyes was displayed in front of everyone, and I saw the two of them panting for a while: "The grain transport officer from Beijing has come, with piles of grain, can we Alive."

Hearing that there was food, the soldiers looked dispirited, and some sat on the ground covering their faces and weeping with joy.

Life is in your own hands.

Lu Zhimu couldn't bear it anymore, and collapsed on the snow in front of his eyes.

"Commander Lu?" The endless shouts of the soldiers could be faintly heard.

He didn't let his grandfather down, let alone the Duke Lu's mansion!
　There are no male and female protagonists in this chapter, but Brother Lu finally made an appearance. He is tough, brave, and a super man. He is my favorite type!

　　I hope that Xiaozhu will move his little finger and give the son a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)