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Chapter 812 Tang Poems
The Bahe River originates from the northern slope of the Qinling Mountains in Lantian County and flows into the Weishui River from south to north.

The Bahe River with "smoke in the willows and spring on the banks of the bank" bypasses the Lantian where "the sun is warm in the blue field and the jade is full of smoke". These are the two most beautiful images in the suburbs of Chang'an.

The boat traveled up the Bahe River with difficulty. Wu Qian looked at the scenery on both sides of the strait with some nostalgia, and said: "The river is poor in the morning, and the blue fields are everywhere in the evening. I can't get enough of the scenery in Guanzhong... It turns out that only in Guanzhong can you see the scenery of the river. Make poems of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

Supporting Wu Qian is his grandson Wu Ze.

Wu Ze looked anxiously at the militiamen fleeing by the bank, thinking that the boat carrying the luggage was going too slowly against the current, and wished he could get off the boat and run to Languan.

Unexpectedly, my grandfather is still talking about Tang poetry here slowly, which is too heavy a literati atmosphere.

Wu Ze did not have this kind of literati atmosphere.

His father, Wu Shi, was the fourth son of Wu Qian. In his early years, seeing the Hulu ravages and the hardships of his family and country, he abandoned literature and joined the military, joined the army in Jinghu, and died after fighting hard.

Wu Ze followed his father's ambitions, so unlike his cousins, he did not concentrate on imperial examination articles, but also learned martial arts and the art of war.

He was taken to Chang'an by Jiang Fan two years ago. When he arrived in Chang'an, he finally saw that his grandfather, whom he thought had died violently in Tanzhou, was still alive, crying to death.

Wu Qian didn't mention what Li Xia thought of this feudal town. The young people in the third and fourth households of the Wu family already had their own tendencies at that time.

Wu Ze usually doesn't talk about this matter, but his thoughts are actually revealed in his anxious eyes when he looks at Languan.

I'm not in the mood to listen to Tang poetry anymore.

"In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, when you saw the Yellow River and the Qinling Mountains, you could have 'the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky' and 'I will be [-] years old, and you will not be inhabited by Qin Sai'. There is no such grand poem in the Song Dynasty. , I, the No. [-] scholar, have written poems all my life, but I can’t write them. I can only write, “There is no way to serve the country, and I will complain about myself. Whoever spits out when I have a plan.”

Wu Qian spoke very slowly, which seemed out of tune with the hasty situation on both sides of the strait.

Afterwards, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"After this battle, when I see Li Kezhai again, he will laugh at me again. What is the scenery of Guanzhong? If he has built an incomparable meritorious service in Hexi, he will also write "I wish to serve the country with this body, why do I need to be born in Yumen Pass?" Such a famous sentence through the ages."

"Grandson is willing to work hard to kill the enemy, and help grandfather to thank An for his contribution." Wu Ze said.

He is extremely filial, although he was anxious, he was still willing to talk slowly with Wu Qian, and even answered a Tang poem.

"But use Dongshan Xie Anshi to talk and laugh Jing Husha for the king."

Wu Qian frowned when he heard the words, and he was relieved for a while, and said: "Although this poem is unlucky, after Hu Zhenzhen sang it, the army liked it very much. Yongjia."

Having said that, Wu Qian turned to look at his grandson, hesitating to speak.

Afterwards, looking up to the north, he said what he wanted to say.

"The whole world is running south like Yongjia, and the shame of Jingkang is really like the chaos of Yongjia. My generation always talks about Xie An, Xie An, but Xie An's contribution...is not enough."

Wu Ze was startled.

If he hadn't been a person in the world, he would never have understood Xie An's position in the hearts of scholars in the Song Dynasty.

When Fu Jian led a million-strong army to the south to annihilate the Eastern Jin Dynasty, only Xie An stopped the northern army at the Battle of Feishui.

The scholars of the Song Dynasty who were partial to Jiangnan admired Xie An too much.

Ask today's people, is there no Anshi?

But today Wu Qian said that Xie An's credit was not enough.

After this sentence, Wu Qian did not explain too much.

There seemed to be pride in his chest, but he was too old to burst out.

"Guan Zhong is really nice."

In the end, the old man said with emotion.

In front of him is the Guanzhong in Tang poetry, which he managed well, so he must tell his grandson a few words.

"You have to guard Guanzhong well, don't be like the Yongjia Rebellion again."

After talking slowly for so long and spending so much time, what Wu Qian wanted to say was nothing more than the desire to defend the territory.

But after talking for so long and spending so much time, I can't actually say it all.

Words are ultimately not enough.

Wu Ze chewed on the sentence "Xie An's merit is not enough", realized a little, and asked: "Grandfather, if the credit is greater than Xie An's, then it is not credit, it is a serious crime of copying the family and exterminating the family, I am afraid that Lianjun The king is also inevitable, right?"

"This old man is just talking casually. It is rare to be able to keep Guanzhong this time. Let's talk about the rest."

"The boat is almost here, grandson helps grandfather get off."

"Mo Fu, the battle is imminent, let the soldiers see you, and you are so old and weak as a reinforcement, I will go and count the supplies in a while... And you, don't be impatient, the most taboo is to be impatient before the battle."

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Wu Ze is 23 years old this year. Originally, because of his father's martyrdom, he could fill an official position. More than three years ago, he wanted to go to Xiangyang to serve as an official.

But at that time, Wu Qian happened to be involved in a battle for the reserve position and was convicted and relegated, so the matter was delayed.

This young man has learned both literature and martial arts, and this is his first time on the battlefield...

Walking up the blue pass, I could hear myself breathing heavily.

Because Languan is very high, it is located in the Qinling Mountains, and the height difference between Guanzhong and Qinling Mountains is huge.

Walking from Lantian County to Languan Ancient Road, the height climbed nearly [-] feet in just a few dozen miles.

"Huh...huh..."

Finally boarded the blue pass.

To the north is the endless Guanzhong Plain, and as far as Bailuyuan in the western suburbs of Chang'an, the fields are fertile and the villages have become denser in recent years. Not long ago, Wu Ze followed Wu Qian to relocate the people.

Turning around, the south is the continuous and steep Qinling Mountains. The precipitousness of the Qinling Mountains can be seen at a glance.

No wonder it is said that "an inch can teach people not to swim", no wonder it is said that "the snow embraces the blue pass and the horse does not move forward".

"Oh!"

Boulders fell on the garrison building, the roof collapsed, rubble flew across, and dust and smoke billowed. The soldiers of the Song Army shouted, creating a scene of war...

"Xiao Langjun, it's too dangerous, come down!"

The attendants around him shouted, but Wu Ze ignored them and walked straight to the south of the city.

Wu Qian was old, and he was still on the mountain road behind. Wu Ze first went to the city to meet with Luhu, and then handed over the supplies and the people. Huohu ran away in a hurry, and no one could stop him.

"Oh!"

"Sand! You have to bury it with sand!"

"Pour the golden juice down!"

"Damn, his mother, fellow Nanyang."

"You don't care if he is a fellow or not, let me fall down!"

"The Shulou is down! The Shulou is down!"

"Ergou! Come on, get someone else to build the cannons! Fuck your ancestors, build cannons, otherwise how can you smash..."

"..."

Ears look like they're going to explode.

However, Wu Ze took a few more steps towards the battlements. When he saw the rain of arrows "swish", a soldier yelled at him, "Get out of here without armor!"

Then he stepped aside and saw a few minzhuang cooking a pot of golden juice, the smell...

Resisting to vomit, Wu Ze noticed that the golden juice was in a big crock.

Of course it is a crock pot instead of an iron pot. There are so many iron utensils, but the crock pot is a bit heavier.

Soon, he had come to the back of a cannon cart, and started stacking stones with two followers.

Beside them were two young men who were crushed to death, and Min Zhuang, who was pulling the cannon cart, was full of foul language.

"It's finally piled up! Our ancestors... use your strength, one, two!"

"Boom..."

"Shot!"

"Huh! Polu! Polu..."

Suddenly, hearing cheers, Wu Ze turned his head to look, and saw Luhu standing on the half-collapsed garrison building, holding a big bow.

Looking at the city, it turned out that a centurion of the Mongolian army who was directing the siege was shot off his horse by an arrow from the tiger, causing more than a thousand siege civilians to fall into chaos.

Wu Zesui felt that Huo Hu's slightly squinted eyes were a bit majestic...

According to many officials from Lin'an, the generals from the Qingfu Army are quite proud.

The same is true of Wu Ze's first impression of Hu Hu.

When receiving the supplies, Hu Hu didn't say a few words, just took a look and left; he shot an arrow at the enemy from the top of the city, his eyes were sharp.

But in the evening of that day, after the Mongolian army retreated, Huohu's fierce aura disappeared, and he stood there muttering to himself.

"Why did the Shulou collapse...Mr. Dai is gone..."

"General, it's time to meet Mr. Wu."

"Wu Xianggong?"

Luhu took off his helmet, scratched his head, and said, "By the way, I seem to have seen someone just now, who brought the food, who is it? Who is it?"

Only then did Wu Ze step forward, clasped his hands, and announced his name for the second time, saying: "I am Wu Ze, whose name is Bochang. I met with General Lou this afternoon."

"Oh, Mr. Dai is gone, I don't know how to take over the luggage..."

"Who is Mr. Dai?"

"Staff." Luhu patted his head again irritably, and said, "Without a staff, I can't fight."

Looking at his dark face, Wu Ze felt that this quiet general was not arrogant.

(End of this chapter)